Prologue
I squeezed the steering wheel, even in the dark of night I could tell that they were white. I breathed in and out slowly, and stared forward. I couldn't believe it, just a second ago a tree had been heading towards the prince, no correction, a second ago I had been heading towards a tree. My car sat in the driveway facing a beautiful white house. I looked at the inside of the prince, but it wasn't the prince. Instead of a crummy beat up vehicle it was a beautiful white BMW.
"Honey?" I heard a tap on my window. I looked over to see my dad standing at it, looking slightly concerned. "Is everything alright? You've been sitting in there for the last 15 minutes." He looked down at his watch. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Dad?" was all I could choke out. "Why are you here, and not in New York?"
"Honey? New York? Why we are in New York!" He laughed to himself. "What exactly did you say you were doing tonight? Should I be concerned about those friends of yours? Casey are you on drugs?!"
"What? No! Very funny prank dad! You and mom got divorced years ago, and I live with mom in London, Ontario!" I exclaimed looking up at him. "You know with George, Lizzie, Edwin and Derek?" I looked at his face. "What where is Derek? He was right here beside me..." I started to hyperventilate. What was happening, and where was I exactly.
"I think you better come inside and sit down for a bit." He opened the door to my car and pulled me out. "Patricia honey! Better phone the doctor, I think that Casey has amnesia!" He grabbed my arm and guided me along up the drive way. Nothing looked familiar to me, and it was all very surreal. Just minutes ago I had been driving along, in London.
3 Hours Earlier
"De-rek!" I screeched in the shower when I noticed that my shampoo had been changed to honey for the third time this week. I grabbed my bath robe and stormed down the hallway towards his room. I pounded on his door with all my might. "Derek Venturi, open up this instant!"
The door swung open and there stood Derek earphones on. "Wow Case, that is quite the outfit you have going there. I'm sure all the guys will flock to you looking like that. Oh, is that a new shampoo that you're using?" He smirked to himself.
"Where is it!?" I pushed into his room.
"I would think that by now, you would learn to check your shampoo before proceeding to hop into the shower and giving yourself a full honey lather down." Derek flopped onto his bed. "It's actually in your body wash." He smirked to himself.
"What did you do with my body wash." I got close to his face. "If you don't give it to me this instant, You'll be sorry you ever lived Venturi."
"Personal space, Case." He grabbed a bottle from his head board. "No need to blow a gasket." I grabbed the body wash from his hand and stormed back towards the shower. Derek Venturi did everything in his power to antagonize me. I was pretty sure that the only reason he lived was to antagonize me in fact. There really could be no other reason for his existence. It was finally the summer break, and even though Derek and I had been getting along better at Queens, as soon as we returned home it was like Derek reverted back to being his usual high school self. I was getting ready for a party, the first time we would be able to catch up with old high school friends, like Emily and Sam. I hoped back in the shower and went to grab my body wash bottle, when I squirted it out I noticed it was more honey.
"DE-REK!"
After an hour I finally washed all the honey out of my hair and got ready to go. Putting a final dab of lip gloss on, I looked in the mirror satisfied with my appearance and made my way down the stairs. Derek was sitting in his recliner flipping through the channels.
"Finally her highness decides to make an appearance." Derek said exasperated. "I would like to get to this party sometime before I turn 80 and die." He pulled the keys to the prince out of his pocket. He headed towards the door before I cleared my throat.
"Ahem. Remember our deal?" I stuck my hand out. "You said I'd get to drive both ways if I had to be DD." I went over to reach for the keys outstretched. Right before I grabbed them, he hoisted them above his head, sending my flying into his chest.
"Find me irresistible don't you?" Derek smirked "I do that to people." I quickly pulled away from his chest, face flushed. "I'll give these to you on one condition. You let me choose the music all the way there." I just nodded my head and grabbed the keys from his hand. "And please Case, make sure we get there before we're 80!" I just rolled my eyes as we walked out the front door.
"Hey! Slow and steady gets us there in one piece!"
The drive started off relatively quiet, and I tried to ignore the music the best I could. The screaming and clashing of cymbals was almost enough to drive anyone to insanity.
"Case, could you please hurry it up?" He eyed the speedometer. "You know it's actually hazardous to drive under the speed limit right?"
"I can't focus with that hellish sound playing in the background!" I exclaimed keeping both hands on the ten and two position of the steering wheel.
"You should have let me drive. I'm a man and we all know that men have the superior driving skills." He smirked.
"You're just a sexist pig." I kept staring forward, avoiding his smirks. I gripped the steering wheel more. The guitars in the background kept slamming and clanging, along with drums thumping in the background. I tried my best to keep a calm, cool and collected mood.
"What was that? You think I'm sexy?" Derek probably had a grin on his face. "A sexy pig eh? Didn't know you had such a bold mouth Princess." I gripped the wheel tighter, not trying to feed the flame. "University has changed you hasn't it? Next thing we know, were going to find condoms in that emergency kit that you carry around with you."
"Please! As if!" I exclaimed."I can keep it in my pants, unlike someone else in this car..." I laughed to myself. "Or are you going to disprove all those rumours written on the dorm bathroom walls?"
"What do they say?" Derek suddenly was very intrigued by the conversation. I smirked to myself.
"Derek Venturi, is a mediocre lover, Derek Venturi, big mouth, small-" Derek cut me off.
"Don't even finish that sentence." He groaned.
"What? No size doesn't matter, it's what you do with it?" I laughed to myself. Glad to get the upper hand in the conversation for once.
"I could show you if you'd like." He smirked. So much for the upper hand, I blatantly ignored the comment and kept driving. The music was really starting to get to me. Rain started to pour down as we drove along the road.
"You know, if I had been driving, we would have been there by now, and inside without having to walk in the rain." Derek sighed as he started to flip the stations around.
"De-rek." I slapped his hand down. "you're distracting me!"
"Cas-ey!" Derek mimicked my voice. "Remember my rule?" He proceeded to hit all the buttons with emphasis. "Come on Grandma, anytime this year please!" Derek pushed on my leg to accelerate.
"Stop it!" I screamed. "You're going to get us killed!"
"Well drive faster!" He pointed out the window. "I'm pretty sure that grandmother on the scooter is going faster than us! Live a little space-case! You're eighteen going on eighty!" Something inside of me snapped. The constant pranks, the jokes, the loud music.
"How did I ever get stuck with you!? Sometimes I wish that you weren't my stepbrother!" I exclaimed. "And your music sucks!" I ejected the CD and quickly unrolled the window. Derek's eyes widened.
"You wouldn't." He carefully started to bring his hands toward the CD, in a flash I threw it out the window. "CASEY!"
"You told me to live a little!" I exclaimed.
"Not by throwing by CD out the window!" Derek's fists clenched. "How did I ever get stuck with someone like you!?" He grabbed at the steering wheel. "That's it I'm taking over here!" We started to struggle for the steering wheel. I could feel that the road was slippery. "Pull over right now Casey!" Derek grunted.
"De-rek!" I screamed. "You're going to kill us!" The next thing I knew, the car was spinning out of control. Both of us silently looked at each other. I saw the tree trunk coming at us at a rapid pace. I gripped the wheel and braced for impact.
"Water dear?" A blonde woman placed a glass of water in front of me. "It's your favorite, imported from Italy." I looked down at the water. Imported water? What kind of place was this? I grabbed the cup and took a sip from it, it tasted like water.
"Uh, Thanks." I smiled as I pulled the blanket around me. I sat on a huge leather couch in a huge living room. "So, I live in Long Island with you guys?"
"Casey, stop joking around. You've lived here since your grade 11 year! After your mom and George split shortly after the wedding, you begged me to come stay here with me. You claimed it would be a better opportunity." My dad put his hand on my leg. "Let's just drop this whole amnesia charade."
"George and Mom split shortly after the wedding?" I questioned. "Why?"
"Casey, don't act like you don't know this, you and that Derek made it impossible for the family to mix at all. It just wasn't working. You pulled your mother to your side, and of course George sided with Derek. It just couldn't have worked. Your Mom was quite torn up about it." My dad shook his head. "Your mother couldn't handle having you around at the time, you had become quite the rebel."
"And I didn't feel bad about splitting mom and George up at all?" I felt very dizzy all of a sudden. I didn't sound like myself.
"Dear, she's really starting to worry me." The blonde woman, who I assumed was Patricia and probably my stepmother said. She leaned over and felt my head."It's not a fever. What if she had a fall and somehow managed to get back here by chance? Casey, Dear do you remember what you were doing tonight? I better called Jeremy." She rushed off in the opposite direction.
"Is Derek alive then?" I breathed a sigh of relief. My dad just looked at my with wide eyes.
"Dear, you haven't talked to that boy in about 3 years." I got up quickly, and grabbed onto the couch for stability.
"I have to go to my bed room!" I ran up the stairs quickly.
"Casey it's to the left!"
I grabbed the nearest laptop and typed in facebook. I was hoping that this world Casey would have still used the same password as before. I logged in and automatically typed in the name Derek Venturi. A picture of a Derek with long shaggy hair popped up, but the same brown eyes. I clicked to send a message to him.
To: Derek Venturi
Subject:
message: It's me Casey McDonald, we need to talk ASAP.
I looked around the room, It was huge and plush. I opened the doors to what appeared to be a closet. My eyes widened. It was larger than my bedroom in London. Rows upon rows of clothes sat neatly colored coordinated. At least this Casey felt the need for good organization. I grabbed the nearest bag and started to stuff clothes into it. I needed to go back to London.
A/N: So this is just the intro chapter, I hope that you guys enjoyed it and aren't too confused!