Dear No Name

by Dye-my-hands-violet

Casey recieves a letter in the autumn with no return address and no name. She continues correspondance with this secret admirer out of curiosity, till she becomes attracted to the personality written in the letters. Who could this wonderful person be? R&R

1. Prologue

Author's NoteIt's been forever since I made a story, right? Wrong. It's been forever since I posted a story. This is the first chapter of a story that I have completed, because I promised myself not to post it till I had fully written it. I haven't typed it all up, so it will be posted as I have time to type it. With school work and such, it may be a bit, but know that it IS finished. I'm glad for the people who have favorite/alerted me because of my previous writing, and I hope you aren't disappointed with this piece. For anyone who hasn't read my work, I hope you like it! Read, review, and keep in mind that I love constructive criticism. It is one way to improve on anything.

DisclaimerDye-my-hands-yellow has informed me that she doesn't like being called Dye-my-hands-yellow. It reminds her of pee. In any case, I still don't own Life with Derek.

Casey stretched her arms out ready for the morning jog. It was autumn, so not the best temperatures, but the scenery was spectacular. She put a coat on over her sweats and headed down the stairs, and started toward the door not bothering to eat breakfast.

"Casey!" Her mom called out to her. Casey turned and went to her in the kitchen.

"Yeah?" Nora pointed down to the counter-top. A sealed Envelope with nothing but Casey's name was on it.

"There's no postage stamp, so someone probably walked to out house and dropped it in the mailbox." Her mom commented lazily, highly uninterested in the mystery. Casey picked it up and gingerly tore at the sealed part. Derek walked in and walked straight to the fridge, probably getting cereal and milk.

Casey pulled out the letter and unfolded it.

Dear Casey,

I have liked you for quite some time and have decided it was time to tell you how I felt. Too bad I am not telling you my name. Honestly, I'm too afraid. Afraid for obvious and not-so-obvious reasons, and we may get into that later-

"We?" Casey accidentally blurted aloud. Derek looked up at Casey and Nora mumbled a 'hmm'. "We –as in someone else likes me also, or we –as in me and this mystery-guy…or girl." Derek laughed. "What's so funny?"

"Like any guy would seriously like you, why on earth would a girl?" Casey scowled at him and went to the living room to finish reading the letter.

For now, I want you to talk to me through letters and I'll tell you where to put the letters. It'll be fun. Please respect the fact that I don't want you to know who I am just yet. You don't know a lot of things about me, and if I came to you directly you probably wouldn't be too interested. Basically, I'm forcing you to get to know me before I ask you how you feel. Reply to this letter and this Friday leave it in the bush by your garage. If you ever want to figure out who I am, you'll keep in touch.

No Name.

"No name? Couldn't have been more creative could they have?" Casey said to herself mockingly. Inside her mind raced at the possible candidates of a crush, but had a stronger urge to write a letter.

"Who?" A little girl's voice echoed behind her. Casey turned as Lizzie bounced down the steps.

"Someone sent me, basically, a love letter leaving no name and instructions to write them back. How demanding, but very intriguing," Lizzie furrowed her eyebrows.

"I've always had the love of mysteries."

"I know you have kiddo. If you want I'll keep you posted."

"Definitely sis!" Lizzie said emphatically, and then went into the kitchen. Derek walked out and sat roughly in his chair. Casey stood up, without missing a beat, and headed out the door to take the predetermined autumn jog accompanied by the confused questions lingering on 'No Name'.