A/N: First LWD story. Completely unbeta'd. I did a onceover but I make no guarantees that I caught everything. Title is tentative. Rating will go up later on. Tell me what you think. If people like it, I'm going to continue, if they don't...then I won't.
Disclaimer: I do not own Life With Derek, nor any of its characters. I am simply borrowing them.
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Ringing Wishes With Doorbells
A Life With Derek Story
Prologue
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Casey glances up from her book in curious surprise as the doorbell rings. It's a Sunday afternoon and only she and her annoying stepbrother, Derek, are home. As far as she knows, Derek isn't expecting anyone and she certainly isn't.
This curiosity drives the more than slightly obsessive teenager to put down her latest book and open the front door to see a short, dark-haired, pale-skinned girl covered in dirt, grime and something else that Casey thinks might be bruises but can't accurately say. Her clothes are simple and in quite the state. Her ripped jeans are obviously dirty, stained with substances Casey would rather not dwell on. Her shirt seems to envelope her in its faded black fabric, hints of an old band logo written across the center of it. Over the shirt; probably the only thing keeping her warm at all; is an aged leather jacket that, at one point, must have been a thing of beauty. She is shaking in her ripped runners and fear shines bright in her grey-blue eyes as the Canadian wind tosses her short, curly, dark brown hair around her heart shaped face.
"Can I help you?" Casey asks slowly. The girl nods once, terrified as she opens and closes her mouth several times in what Casey assumes is an attempt to talk.
"D…Der…ek." She stutters out. Casey furrows her eyebrows. This girl is here to see Derek? She isn't Derek's normal blonde bimbo type so she can't help but be a little surprised and confused as she stomps to the foot of the stairs, yelling,
"Derek! Door!" She hears the rock music turn off and heavy footsteps start for the stairs. Derek rounds the corner and starts down said stairs, fast paced with a witty comment dying on his lips as he sees the girl at the door. He pauses in his trek down and looks at her carefully before letting out an exclamation of one name.
"Izzie!" Then Derek, in a burst of speed, runs down the stairs and out the door, pulling the girl on the front porch into his arms. The door slams shut behind him with an air of finality and leaves Casey even more confused than before.
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