To Be Perfect
RATED K+ - SOME CONTENT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ALL AUDIENCES
DASEY DRABBLE
ONE-SHOT
CASEY'S POV
I could tell you that I wanted my life to be like any happy-ending fairytale but then I'd be lying. I could say that I wanted a Prince, handsome and kind, or a Knight in Shining Armor, brave and gentlemanly, but that would be typical and untrue. I could also lie to you if I said the man I loved wasn't handsome and brave.
My name is Casey McDonald and I am a perfectionist. It started out as an obsession with being perfect but it was soon discovered that I had Atelophobia, fear of being imperfect. The odd thing is that for my perfect guy to be, well, perfect, he has to be not so perfect after all. Confusing? You bet.
To describe him, he is handsome in that rock-erish kind of way, sweet in that good-of-the-moment-but-bad-aftertaste kind of way, funny in a teasing kind of way and fun in a kid/adolescent boy kind of way.
Weird as it may seem, this boy has never done anything worthy of my affections, yet I can't seem to get my mind off of him.
All he does is pull tricks on me, kick me when I'm down, hit on my friends and try to get in my pants; basically, he toys with my mind to make me feel bad about myself.
I don't think he'd ever like me but what I do know is that he knows how I feel about him. Why else would he be all over anything with boobs and a va-jay-jay? I am Casey McDonald and as wrong as it may seem, I am in love with my step-brother, Derek Venturi.
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RXR. This is my first Life with Derek fanfiction. I plan to write more, hopefully. I hope you liked it. Don't forget to review!
-Brittany aka twiinklestar