Within These Walls
by houdinicat3
Original A/N My first LWD fic! I've found that I really like the Derek/Casey ship so it got me into the show. I know that I have to finish my POTF fic but I couldn't resist. I wanted to contribute to the LWD fanfics so here's mine.
New A/N- Ok so I was sick of the way that this story was written so I'm rewriting it. I realize that some of you have expressed concerns that I will change the story too much but I promise I won't. The plot will stay the same, it will just be better written. So please,please,please read these chapters even if you read the original ones. I'll feel so much better that you all know that I write better than I had. So thanks and I hope this was worth the wait!
"He's what?!" Casey asked her mother and George with a mixture of astonishment and disgust.
"He's going to be staying in your room only until we can fix his ceiling." Nora, her mother said calmly.
"If someone hadn't been banging on her floor so much, it wouldn't have caved in." George said glancing at Marti.
"Why can't he stay in Edwin's room?" Casey asked.
"Because Edwin is sick and we can't have two people being sick." George replied.
"Well what if he stayed with Marti?" She asked again.
"Because Marti's floor is the roof that caved in."
"So where is Marti staying?"
"She's staying in our room." Nora replied.
"Well what if Lizzie stayed in my room and he took her room?" Casey asked desperately.
"Sorry honey, Lizzie is sick too. You just have to share your room with Derek."
"UGH! Thanks a lot Marti!" She muttered rushing off to her room and slamming the door. She had to Derek-proof her room.
I must be the unluckiest girl in the world! Not only do I have to live in the same house as Derek the Jerk Venturi, I also have to share my room with him for the next who knows how long! UGH! He's been acting really weird lately. One minute he'll be really quiet and actually nice to me, and then the next he'll be a giant jerk to make up for it. Sometimes I just don't get him. I think it's time for a list. Emily said that on TV and in movies the smart girl always makes a list when she has a problem. And I have a big one: Derek!
Reasons Why I Hate Derek:
1. He is an idiot
2. He is mean to people
3. He is a jerk
4. He doesn't care about anyone except for himself
5. He goes from girl to girl without any remorse
6. He doesn't appreciate anyone
7. He is too hot for his own good. Eww! Why did I just write that? Must erase! Damn it, it won't erase! And now my pen ran out of ink. Hold on let me get a new pen. Aha here's a new one.
8. He is so cute when he's mad. Ugh! That's it...no more lists. Emily is so wrong! This does NOT help!
(Derek POV)
I had just walked into the house when I heard Casey slam her door. Wonder what happened? Looks like I'm gonna find out.
"Derek, we have some bad news." Nora said. Uh oh.
"Your roof/ Marti's floor caved in and you have to sleep in Casey's room until we get it fixed." Dad said.
"WHAT! Why can't I stay in Edwin's room?"
"Because he's sick." Nora said quickly.
"Well what if-"
"Just trust us Derek, there is no other way. Tonight we're going to move some of your things into her room. You're bed won't fit so please try to work it out your sleeping situation with Casey. Sort out what you need from your room. Everything has to be out for when we get the repair man in here." Dad said.
"Ugh! Thanks a lot Marti!" I said going to what was left of my room.
"You're mad at me, Smerek?" Marti said coming out of nowhere.
"No, Smarti, I'm just a little cranky. That's all." I said hugging her.
"Ok, Smerek." She replied and skipped away. I then made it to my room to get my stuff. While I sorted through the debris to find my clothes, I got to thinking. This might not be too bad. I can bug Casey even more. Maybe I can get a glimpse at her while she's getting dressed. EWW! You perv! I did not just think that! As much of a player I am, I know what incest is. I do not want to see my stepsister partially/fully naked. That's just...wrong. I would never think that about Lizzie. But Lizzie isn't hot like Casey. Stop it, Derek! Get a hold of yourself!
You do not think about your stepsister that way! You just...don't.
Why not?
Because it's wrong!
Why is it wrong? It's not like we're blood relatives.
Well because...well...it just is!
Face it; if Dad and Nora weren't married, we would jump Casey in a heartbeat.
So? They are married so you shouldn't even consider it.
Why not? I'm a teenage boy. I'm allowed to consider it.
Well, considering it is making you really need a cold shower.
Damn you!
Haha I beat you!
But you are me.
Shut up and just take your shower!
Whatever.
(Casey POV)
Ok so lists are definitely not helpful. How about a nice warm shower? That helps me relax when I'm stressed. I walked into the hallway to find the bathroom door shut and the shower on. Damn it!
"Who's in there?" I called through the door. I heard the shower shut off. Yes!
"What?" A male voice said. Ugh. Guess they aren't done.
"Who's in there?" I called slightly impatiently.
"It's Derek." He called back. Ugh. Just whom I need to think about, NOT!
"Well, how long are you gonna be in there?" I called back more impatiently.
"Is that Casey?" He called. Ugh. Why can't he answer a question instead of asking another one?
"Why does that matter?" I won't answer a question either.
"I'll be out when I'm out, Case." Ugh. I hate how his voice sounded when he called me "Case". It's too...sexy. UGH! Not helpful.
"Well make that happen soon or you will have a very hard time living in my room!" I huffed walking away.
(Derek POV)
Don't worry, Case, it already will be hard. I turned the ice-cold water back on. Living with Casey is going to be very...cold. Seriously, why did she have to come over here while I'm already in the shower? Just hearing her voice...it's so hot when she's annoyed. Ok now I'm done. I shut the water off again and grabbed a towel. I dried off my hair with it and then wrapped it around my waist. This'll be fun...
I tiptoed out of the bathroom and towards Casey's room. The door was open so I quietly snuck in. She was writing something and wasn't paying attention. I went behind her and whispered in her ear, "Your turn." She jumped, grabbed a pillow from her bed, turned around, and hit me. My towel suddenly got loose and started to fall but I luckily caught it. She went wide-eyed when she realized what almost happened. I just brushed it off.
"It's gonna be fun being roomies." I said and strolled out of her room to mine.
"Oh yea, fun." I heard her say to herself.