Life With Derek - A Dizzie Story
Okay, so this is my first fanfic, and I'm going to try and upload regularly - reviews would be awesome (:
So this is set the Summer after Derek and Casey leave for college, and they come home for vacation. The Venturi-McDonald family aren't going anywhere for vacation, with the arrival of the new baby and all. Apologies if I get their ages and details like that wrong x)
Rated K+ for now
Shit, I could feel the butterflies already. This was bad.
I spent almost 6 months trying to get over this "thing" I had for Derek. I had realised this couldnt go on any longer after last Christmas, when Derek and Casey came back, that was when I couldn't kid myself that it was a silly little crush anymore. When Derek came back, it felt like a missing part of my life had come back. I choked back tears as thoughts I couldn't help having popped into my head. It felt like the devil was whispering them into my ear; He'll never be yours and you'll never get over him... It's been almost four years... I tried to compose myself. I needed it, if I was going to try to survive almost two months.
I wondered if I was starting to look like Casey a little. It's weird: I hoped to look like her and yet tried to make myself look different from her at the same time. My hair's definitely different; blonde with a purple streak. I'd dropped the whole punk-thing a while ago though, I felt like a poseur. Now I was trying a slightly casual-bohemian look. I liked it, it made me feel feminine.
I suddenly stopped fixing my hair. Maybe I'm trying out all these looks to impress Derek? Was I? No, I tried to convince myself. I had no idea if that was true, but I really didn't have the time to contemplate. I figured that if I drilled not having feelings for Derek into my head for long enough, I could actually pull it off.
But while I was waiting for the hours to pass, more thoughts crept into my head. I couldn't believe it, after I'd learnt that Derek and his college girlfriend, Maryam, broke up before Christmas, I'd actually started to feel a little hopeful. Especially now that guys have been looking my way a lot more.
But who was I kidding? As if my eighteen year old step-brother would ever come close to considering being in a relationship with his fifteen year old step-sister? I mean, I knew it must've happened before in other families, but it was still pretty far-fetched. Ugh, why couldn't they just get here already? The anticipation was killing me...
