Oh my goodness. I am having major writer's block. My stories aren't doing to well. Ideas are not an option, here. But, hold on, I just thought of something! Okay, here goes.

Summary: Nora and George are unable to bare with Derek and Casey's outrages. So, they turn to the only thing that can keep them sane. Pure solitary.

Disclaimer: I do not own LwD or any of its characters. But that may just change soon enough.


Pure Solitary - Ch. 1

"I was watching that," Casey said, reaching for the stolen remote. Derek remained oblivious to her comment as he flipped the channel, keeping the TV out of her control. "Derek," she hissed, shoving him in the shoulder.

"What," he groaned, returning the gesture. "Ever heard the term, 'first come, first serve'?"

"But I was here first, you moron," she said, giving him a blow to the arm.

"Not in this household, you weren't."

He gave her a good smack on the shoulder with the back of his hand.

"Still haven't gotten over the fact that this isn't just your domain any more, have you, Der?" She barked, smacking him lightly, but firmly, on the cheek. The better side of her resisted the urge to slug him.

"It still is, Spacey," he retorted, tugging her hair.

"God," she said, giving him good knuckles to the stomach. "You-ugh-are-the-most-arrogant-guy-I've-ever-met!"

Soon, they were in a one-on-one combat, throwing slaps and insults everywhere.

"Guys, guys," George cried, emerging from the kitchen. "Stop this, right now."

His command seemed unnoticed; Casey was struggling to free herself from a headlock, her hair mangled. George practically growled as he stormed over to pry the two apart.

"Derek-ack-and Casey," he barked, holding the two apart. The two kept swinging at each other. As one blow missed George by nearly an inch, he finally lost it and roared, "Enough!"

Derek and Casey stopped immediately. They were, to say the least, very intimidated as a single vain pulsed on George's forehead.

"You two," he growled, pushing the two farther apart with such force, even Derek almost fell back. "Have been fighting nonstop the past eight days. Although, it is a tad hard counting, as the two of you have been bratting every other second."

"George," Casey started, her voice shaky with fear. "I--"

"No," he interrupted firmly. "It's about time your mother and I take serious action."

"Oh, come on, Dad," Derek said, and Casey almost gaped at his courage. "I'm already grounded for the weekend..."

"I'm not talking about grounding," he hissed.

"Then... what are you talking about?" Derek said, fear finally coming into his eyes.

George took a deep breath before continuing.

"Solitary."

XOXOXO

"Wait," Casey retorted hoarsely. "You mean..."

"You two will be confined into the basement, with the exception of school and family meals, or unless we say so."

"But, where will you and Nora sleep?" Derek added.

"We'll be taking Casey's room, seeing as it was our old room," he said, his pulse slowly going back to its normal rate. "I want you two to get packed up, only taking the neccesaries. No questions," he added before storming back into the kitchen. But the order was not needed; the two were speechless.

Soon, Derek and Casey were heaving boxes of clothes, books, magazines, etc into the basement. The two didn't dare start a fight, just in case George had something else up his sleeve.

"I cant believe this," Derek muttered when George was out of earshot. "Sharing a room with you."

"Oh, Derek," she sneered. "I think it's me who should be more bummed about this whole thing."

"Well, if you didn't have to bitch about the stupid remote," he sneered, setting down a box.

"Well, if you didn't have to be an ass and steal it..."

"Well if you didn't move in here in the firs--" Derek stopped, silent, when George had emerged, rubbing his hands together.

"Alright, kids, you can settle in by putting some clothes in the two dressers over there, one for each of you. No contact with friends outside of school," he said, then turning to Derek and adding, "Cellphone."

Derek groaned as he dug into his pocket, and momentarily slapped the phone into his fathers outstretched hand.

"Dinner'll be ready in about an hour, which gives you enough time to settle," he said, nodding at the two before making his way to the kitchen.

Casey stopped him suddenly. "Wait, George," she said, causing him to turn around. "Where'll we be sleeping, I forgot to ask. You're not going to make us sleep on the floor, are you?"

He smirked. "No, that would be too heartless. You're seperate beds are over in that corner," he said, before giving a half-smile and escaping full into the kitchen.


Well, it isnt a cliff, but I just wanted to show you what the story would look be like. If you like it, please feel free to review!!