15 Going On 50
Disclaimer: I do not own LWD. The setting is during the episode 'The Party'. If I screwed up any dialogue, I'm sorry. Again, I don't write the actual scripts people! Enjoy!
Chapter One
9:46 PM
"Derek I cannot believe you!"
Casey McDonald dragged her step-brother into the basement to get away from all the noise and chaos upstairs. When she got to the bottom of the stairs Derek, always cool, calm and collected, just sat on the bottom of the steps while Casey ranted and raved.
"What," she began, "were you THINKING!? Oh, that's right, Derek Venturi doesn't think. DEREK VENTURI doesn't tell the truth! DEREK VENTURI doesn't know the meaning of the words 'responsibility' or 'maturity'! DEREK VENTURI will never know the meanings because he has never looked in a dictionary in his entire life! DEREK VEN-"
"CASEY! WILL YOU SHUT UP?" Derek yelled as Casey looked shell-shocked with surprise at his tone.
"You are so completely stuck up," he started as she looked on bewildered, "that you can't just cut loose for once in your life and have fun? Ever looked that on up in your beloved dictionary Princess?"
By now Derek was standing on the last step, right up in Casey's face. He smirked, obviously proud he left her speechless with his insult. He turned and jogged up the steps to join the party. Casey just folded her arms and sighed, finally following him upstairs.
When they got out of the basement, Derek was in the living room.
"C'mon Casey, you're 15 going on 50. Don't you ever want to live a little dangerously."
Casey thought back to when Paul told her to cut loose for once and go to that pop-punk concert with Emily, even though it went against her study schedule. Casey never did go, of course, but the situations were oddly similar.
"Earth to Casey?" Derek said, "Look, just have fun."
With that he walked off to talk with Tara Hill, since she had been giving him the 'eye' all night.
"Fine!" Casey called after him. "But I won't like it!"
A few minutes later Emily walked near Casey with a soda in her hand.
"Hey Case, having fun?"
"Oh yeah. Loads. HEY YOU DON'T TOUCH THAT ITS FOLK ART!"
"Casey! Chill! Besides I think there is a cute guy over there who wants to talk to you."
Emily moved to get a cute dark-haired boy in Casey's view. He had on an orange polo and a smile Casey liked. She decided maybe fun wasn't so bad.
9:58 PM
It turns out the cute guy's name was Mark Grey.
"I've seen you around school. You don't seem like the type to throw this party." Mark said.
"Oh really? Hey, I have fun. I have fun ALL the time. In fact…HEY! Don't throw those! Edwin, Lizzie? What are you doing up there?"
Edwin and Lizzie were at the top of the stairs, observing the teens party. Casey chased after them upstairs leaving Mark alone.
"You guys, get in my room." she ordered.
Meanwhile, Derek was still flirting with Tara when some senior came up to him and told him the bathroom doorknob wasn't working and.
Derek made his way to the kitchen to get his dad's tool belt and brought it up to the bathroom in an attempt to fix the door.
"UGH. DEREK! This party is out of control!" Casey said as she was about to shut the bathroom door.
"Don't-" the door shut in mid-sentence, just as Derek hoped it wouldn't, "-shut that."
"Why are you in here anyway?"
"Well I was trying to fix the faulty doorknob, but I see that won't be happening since you have now locked us in."
"What?" Casey tried the doorknob and her suspicions were proven right. The were locked in.
11:01 PM
"This stupid door won't stupid open because it's just so..." Casey said as she tried for the trillionth time to open the door.
"…stupid?" Derek supplied the word she was most likely going to use, "Casey, it hasn't been opening this entire time, do you seriously think its just going to magically open now?"
Casey shrugged and tried to remain calm, to no avail.
"Well, Derek, if you didn't throw this stupid party, we wouldn't be in this mess would we?" Casey said accusingly.
"Look, calm down!"
"Calm down?" Casey said, her voice escalating. "Calm down? We are trapped in our bathroom, at our own party that you decided to throw without my consent and you want me to calm down when our house is getting completely trashed?"
Casey picked up a bottle of shaving cream and aimed it at him.
"Casey, you don't want to do that. Put it down."
"No, I think I do…"
She aimed it at his face.
"Fine," Derek started, "but prepare to get shampooed."
Derek picked up a bottle of shampoo off the edge of the bath tub, where he was sitting and aimed it at her.
"Please, I've seen your bathroom aim; no way you hit the target!"
With that Derek squirted the shampoo in Casey's eyes and she sprayed the shaving cream right back. The bathroom war had begun.
After about fifteen minutes of rolling on the floor and creating a war zone of the upstairs bathroom, the fight ended and the two were sitting near the toilet, covered in shampoo and shaving cream.
"You know," Casey said, "I think you've driven me crazy."
"Not a far drive," Casey laughed at his joke, "I can't believe you laughed at that, Edwin told me that one."
Casey touched Derek's face, wiping the shampoo off his hairline. For a moment the smiled at each other, but that lasted barely a minute.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry for the party and driving you crazy."
"Wait, what? Derek Venturi is apologizing? To me? Well, I'm sorry too, for freaking out."
"I'll take the blame for it. I don't care."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. I guess I'm not big on the 'think first, act later' thing."
"That's for sure. I just really feel bad for letting my mom down. I mean, she trusts me to be responsible."
"Yeah. I hate letting my dad down. But its like, people expect me to mess up, so I do."
Casey gave him a genuine look of apology when they heard the noise downstairs cease.
"Do you think the cops cleaned the place out already?" Derek asked.
"Better them than our parents."
But Casey spoke at the wrong time, because just as she finished her sentence, Nora and George busted the door open.
"You guys," George said, "are in so much trouble."
Well, do you like? Next chapter will have much less from the actual episode. I promise. R&R like good fanboys and fangirls!