A/N: Uh…new story. I'm obsessed with this show, get over it. Lol.
Disclaimer…the ownership of LWD is not mine…. I don't have time for something so trivial.
Warning: This chapter is a little rushed, but I didn't feel a need to be all explanatory to how it happens. Cause I really do not care.
Notice: All first chapters seem random but whatever, you'll understand. Message me if you get confused.
Exchanges and Changes
(-Prolog-)
"Mom, George, I would like to ask if I can apply for the foreign exchange student project."
Nora and George choke on their food a little, making a face at my request.
"Casey. Isn't that expensive?"
"I know George, but –"
"Let Casey go! Get Klutzilla out of the house."
I glare at my stepbrother across the table and clear my throat.
"As I was saying. I know that it's expensive, that's why I want a student to come here and his or her school with pay for it. I would do it and the school would pay for my trip but our school's funds are short and will only send seniors for the exchange program and I am in junior."
"Wouldn't they have to stay here?"
I smile at my mother.
"Yes but I can request a girl and she can bunk with me."
"Ok, I see you have this planned out, how long will they be staying? What country will they be from? Also, why do you want to do this?" George asks.
"She would be staying one school year or 9 months and my choices are Japan, Russia and France. I want to do this for the experience and college applications and I think it would be fun!"
"So this is for your grad grubbing purposes?"
I glare at Derek and blush a little in both anger and embarrassment. Does he have to be so mean to me?
"Shut up Derek."
"Quiet you two, alright Casey, you can do this, just let us know when this will begin."
I smile widely. "Thanks so much! I'll go call the foreign exchange student officer now!"
I excuse myself and disappear upstairs to talk to the officer.
"Hello? Mr. Emmer. My parents agreed! I want to bunk with a girl from Japan please, I'll bring in my permission papers tomorrow."
My officer says something.
"Really!? She can come here by next week? Awesome, who is it?"
He replies.
"Ok, I'll pick up the info slip tomorrow. Goodnight."
I hang up and go tell my family, and then prepare my room for the upcoming visitor. I'll get mom and George to move the extra bed frame and mattress from the garage to my room tomorrow. This is so exciting; I get to meet someone from Japan.
(- End prolog -)
A/N: Before I continue...Fascinating right? I just wanted that out of the way so I can focus on the important stuff, prologs bore me. Lol…I'll be nice and skip straight to chapter one right here.
I'd like to point out right now that a student in Japan who is like… a C student would be an A student in America since the learning criteria runs differently, so please, do not be angry with me if the girl turns out to be a genius or something. In Japan they make the students wear uniforms and education is very formal, and very strict. So please, her intelligence is nothing but what Japanese students are like.
And, I have no idea about the name I made up; I tried to be original, besides. Orientals Russians and most other cultures alter their names so Americans can understand and pronounce them.
Please continue on with the story –smiles-.
(-Chapter one-)
I'm sitting with my mom by Gate 28E as we wait for my exchange student, Derek is in the car waiting, because George is working. Her name is Nasha Moshime, age 17, half Japanese, quarter Korean and quarter Chinese. Apparently her mother is 100 Japanese and her father was half Korean and half Chinese. There was no picture with the profile so I hope she stands out when she arrives. She has a 3.7 GPA in her school, speaks 4 languages and participates in football, which apparently is really soccer in America. I hope she is friendly; I haven't had a good friend to talk to since Emily moved to New York for her father's job.
"Flight Osaka, Japan to Toronto, Canada has now arrived. Flight Osaka, Japan to Toronto, Canada has now arrived at Gate 28E." The announcement rings through the noisy airport.
My mother grabs me and I giggle nervously, butterflies consume my stomach. I am so nervous. I hope she likes me.
"Is that her?" My mother points to a girl walking through the gate caring a huge oriental patterned duffle bag and wearing a stylish dark red leather trench coat. She glances down at a piece of paper as she looks around the room. Her hair is black with a thick and bold red streak running down the left side all the way to the ends; which reaches below her butt. She has dark makeup on and black and red gothic schoolgirl outfit; she must be an individual as our school calls Goths. I swallow hard.
"NASHA!" I scream out. The girl turns and looks in our direction and looks at the paper again then smiles lightly. I believe the paper must be a picture of me. She heads over in our direction. I share a wide smile with my mother, she seems very happy as well.
When she reaches us she girls a bow and me knowing that this is a Japanese custom from my research, I bow back and my mother follows suite. I stand straight again; mom copying me, then Nasha does so as well.
"Konichi'wa Casey-san, MacDonald-san. I am Moshime, Nasha. Thank you for letting me become part of your culture for this school year." She is a very pretty girl and a little taller about my height, not something I'd expected from an Asian.
"Nice to meet you Nasha, please call me Nora, I don't like the formalities."
"If it is what you would prefer Nora-san."
I smile happily; Nasha is a sweet girl and defiantly a nice person. She is so polite.
"Let me carry your bag Nasha."
She shakes her head.
"It's alright all my special things are in here, but if you wouldn't mind to help carry my other luggage?"
I nod.
"The luggage retrieval is this way, mom can you call Derek to bring the Minivan to the entrance?"
My mother nods and we head to get her extra bag. She has two neon green suitcases with about a million stickers in Kanji on them; I wonder what they say.
(-In the minivan-)
I glare at Derek for checking out Nasha who glares back at me, I blush and turn away and let Nasha get in first then sit beside her.
"Nasha this is my Step Brother Derek, Derek this is Nasha, she is the exchange student."
"Whatever." He pulls away.
(-The Venturi/MacDonald residence-)
I sigh when Derek just shuts off the vehicle and storms into the house. I can't blame him; he actually drove for two and a half hours with out complaining. It was so quiet, and so tiring. It's already 6:30 at night.
We do a quick introduction with the family and Edwin and Lizzie quickly take interest. I really hope they wont decide to make her their next observatory project.
"What are you wearing Nasha?"
Nasha smiles at Lizzie and spins around; her black pleated schoolgirl skirt flays a little and the red jagged fishnet over it poofs up lightly. She is wearing over the knee-high black socks with a black, red and green tartan pattern. On her top she wears a short sleeve deep red button up shirt, very formal, but the way she wears it, it makes it seem punkish. She has a loose black tie tied around her neck giving off the 'tomboy' vibe. She wears a pretty wooden bead rainbow necklace that fits snug on her neck. There is a matching bangle. She wore simple black converse shoes to complete the look, but she removed them at the door saying it was her custom.
"It's a gothic schoolgirl outfit that I put together. This style is quite normal in Tokyo, but I decided I wanted to be original and bring the style to my hometown; Osaka. Do you like it Lizzie-san?"
Lizzie nods smiling, Ed is staring at her; blushing. Fourteen year olds need to get past the hormone stage.
"Thank you."
We finish our introductions and I take Nasha upstairs to get her settled in.
"I'm sorry that the room is small, but there was already seven people living here and the bed takes up a bit of space. It will be a tight fit so I apologize."
Nasha shakes her head smiling at me as she places her duffle on her bed gently.
"That's alright, I share a room with my two step brothers."
My brow furrows with confusion.
"Is your house small?"
"Nope! I live in a 6 bedroom house that I have to share with 16 people."
My eyes nearly bulge out of my head and she laughs.
"There is like five generations in that house because my mother divorced my father for a personal reason that I may tell you about later on and my step father moved in his two sons, his mother and two sisters and their husbands with their children. It is too insane for me to explain. Tell me about your self, the ride up here was quiet."
I smile at her and begin answering her questions with ease, finding her Japanese accent very relaxing when combined with the English language. We talk until my stepfather calls us down for dinner, eat, argue with Derek and then go to change for a good nights sleep.
I walk into Derek's open room and close the door for privacy.
"Why were you so rude at dinner?"
"Why don't you knock?"
"I would have thought you'd have asked that girl out the second she walked in the door. She is a very lovely girl."
I sound like a British romantic.
"Haven't you noticed it Case?"
"Noticed what?"
"The necklace and matching bracelet? Her neon bags with the patches on it and certain colorful ones. The way she walks, and talks, her voice."
I wish I knew what he is getting at; he has totally lost me here. What does her style have to do with anything?
"What do you mean Derek?"
"Fine I'll just tell you. For the next nine months; you are rooming with a lesbian."
A shiver or worry runs down my spine. Oh, that's what he meant.
(-TBC-)
A/N: Did you like it? I do, and don't worry you Dasey lovers, I love it too, hence it's going to happen…eventually…there will be explanations later on and yes Nasha's situation will be explained as well. Don't worry about an OC x Real character pairing. I don't have time for that bull.
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