Where's The Music?
Chapter 1: Lizwin?
"Der-ek!" Casey McDonald shrieked as her stepbrother, Derek Venturi, threw her over his shoulder and walked out of her room.
"Put me down, Derek!" She kicked and flailed her arms about, but he was persistent, he wouldn't put her down.
"Apologize." He demanded.
"Never!" Her shriek was accompanied by tiny hints of laughter.
"oh, so now you're laughing at me, eh? Tsk-tsk Casey, you're going to regret not apologizing."
"What're ya gonna do, dear Ogre?"
"Put you down…"
"Uh…isn't that a bit pointless?"
"Nope, not when you're in a tub of cold water." With that she slipped off his shoulder and into the frigid tub.
"Der-ek!" She kicked around in the tub then pouted. Derek rolled his eyes then offered her a helping hand. Casey gripped his large hand in her smaller one and yanked with all her might. He landed beside her with a thud!
He came up from under the water and shook his head, spraying water onto Casey's face. She scrunched up her face, closing her eyes; Derek took the advantage. He leaned over her a pressed a tender kiss upon her lips.
"Good morning, Babe." He said, still leaned over her; she smiled.
"I'm still not apologizing." She pouted again as he sprayed her face with water again.
"It's okay, my jealous girlfriend. I know you can't stand me talking to other flirting girls. You know I'm irresistible and they'll do anything to get me. I understand." He stated his cockiness shinned through.
"Pfft! Conceited much?" Casey snorted as she stood and stepped out of the tub.
"You have a big part in my confidence boost, so you shouldn't be talking. Scaring away a poor interviewer like that. Shame on you, Casey." He was smirking now.
"Humph! She was so flirting with you!"
"So to solve it you…practically made out with me in the mall food court? She was just interviewing the star hockey player for a school newspaper."
"She doesn't even go to our school!" She said exasperated but still pouting.
"It's okay, Case! You want to go to a restaurant tonight?" She sighed then nodded; his attention span problem rolling off her shoulders.
The pout hadn't ceased until…
"Ugh! George! What the hell is wrong with you?" The teens heard Nora yell at George.
"Me?! What's wrong with you?!" You were supposed to pick them up!" George yelled back.
"No, you were supposed to pick them up! I got a phone call from Marti telling me that we forgot to go get her from school!"
"It was your turn!"
"No George, it was yours. But what's worse is when I got there I saw your son lip locked with my daughter!" Casey and Derek exchanged worried looks.
"Oh please, Lizzie probably put him up to it! Poor Edwin was probably trying to shut her up! I'm surprised Derek hasn't jumped Casey yet!" George spat out.
"Edwin?" "Lizzie?" The teenagers stated at the same time, but as they did someone could easily interpret that they said "Lizwin?"
"Excuse me? You act as if my children are the only chaotic ones around!"
"No, I'm saying Lizzie most likely acted like a 'slut'. For lack of a worse word." Casey's eyes widened, she looked like she could kill George at that moment.
"Calm down, Case." Derek put a comforting hand on her shoulder as she huffed. Casey and Derek descended down the stairs to see Nora slap George. She then walked up to Casey and Derek.
"We're leaving tomorrow, Casey. I think we're going to spend some time in a motel or something." Nora left swiftly after that. Casey just stared into space; comprehending the news.
"You wanna go now, Case?" She shook her head 'no'. He eyed her confusingly as she walked quietly to George.
"You ever talk about my little sister like that again and something so bad will happen to you…" Her voice was dangerously low, she didn't even need to finish the sentence, and it was completed by her evil smirk. Seriously, it was enough a threat to send someone to psychiatric care for five years.
"Empty words mean nothing." George stated, seemingly not affected. Casey nodded.
"I realize, and normally I would care. But if anything, George, my words are full; like your eyes, minus the fear." Her voice didn't waver, it died down to a completely devastating low, and Derek only shuddered as he listened on.
"Scared of a sixteen year old, pathetic." George stated.
"I agree, you are." George raised a hand at her, he was about to strike when Derek stepped in and held his father's wrist with ease. He had already succeeded and past his father's height and strength.
"Don't. Touch. Her. Ever." Derek said, his voice more powerful and lower than Casey's, he visibly could see George shudder.
He let go and steered the fuming young McDonald out the front door.