A/N ; Hannah here, first fanfiction. Don't you all just love Dasey? If you don't, then why are you even in the Life With Derek section? Everyone knows its pretty much all Dasey, Dasey, Dasey. Which isn't bad. At all. I know, short chapter. But I've got school and I couldn't figure out how to start it, and decided that was a great place to end the first chapter. Next update will be longer, but I can't promise any 1k + chapter every day.

RRR! Flames are welcome every now and then! (Oh, yeah, those are the Three R's. You'll see a lot of them in author's notes by me. It stands for Read, Relax, and Review! Because if you don't relax, then you could find yourself in a fit of tears or laughter about something random that happened the day before and not realize that you aren't even reading my story and just scrolling down the page not caring about all the effort I put into this.. oh gosh, maybe I should relax too..)


Chapter 1

Derek's POV.

"The winner, for a trip to Hollywood, is..."

I listened to the radio station in my room anxiously. My nails were all chipped from being bitten. Every day for about a month I had been calling the station asking when they were airing the winner's name. I entered a contest to win a trip to Hollywood for two people. I was going to take Sam if I actually won, but that idea flew out of my head. We were in a fight over something lame, I just couldn't think about that now, I was to busy biting away at my nails.

"..Derek Vetruni!"

"IT'S VENTURI! NOT VETRUNI! ERRR! WAIT.. I WON!?!" Derek screamed with excitement. His scream almost sounded.. girly.

"Derek, come on down to 23 Creston Lane in the next week, and you will get an all-expense paid trip for two to Hollywood this summer!"

Before anything else was said, I grabbed my coat and bolted out of my room, only to ram right into Casey.

"And what do you think YOU'RE doing?" Casey said a little too loudly. I just pushed her to the ground, and jumped over her. All I could hear was a few 'DER-EK!'s before I ran down the stairs. I grabbed my keys, opened the front door to take in the fresh air outside, and ran to my old Jeep. In less than twenty minutes, I was at the station with two round trip tickets to California in my hands.

Casey's POV.

I heard a girly scream coming from across the hall. Marti. What are we going to do with her? I thought to myself. Before you could say annoying stepbrother, I was sprawled out on the ground with Derek jumping over me. I never knew he had such a girly scream.. no, more importantly, what was he screaming about? Oh well, I'm sure I'll never find out anyways. After finally getting up off the ground, I walked into my room and turned on the radio. The station was talking about the winner to the trip to Hollywood. I remembered entering that because I wanted to meet Meg Cabot, who was down there signing books at the same time as the trip. Listening to the radio completed my theory of not winning.

"So, who are you going to take down to California, Derek Vetruni?" questioned one of the DJ's.

"For the last time, it's VENTURI, not VETRUNI. And I have no clue on who to bring. Maybe I'll pick up a lady or something." answered Derek, who was being interviewed by the station at the time.

"Whatever, Derek. Listen, you have to figure out who you're gonna bring soon, the trip is in two weeks. Come second day of summer, you'll be in the U.S. Why don't you bring a family member or something? Don't you have like, 4 siblings?" fired back the DJ.

I could cry right now. He doesn't deserve this. He's only down there to pick up some girls.. wait. Did he just say 'bring a family member?' Oh my gosh, Casey, that's it! I finally stopped talking to myself, searched desperately for my saved up money, and counted it. 500 dollars should be enough..

"Watch out, Hollywood, here comes Casey Mcdonald."