Okay, So just to let you guys know, this is my first LWD fanfic. So don't being…er….well…you know….mean if it's really bad. Just give criticism.

So here's the summary: (Oh, and just to let you know, this is VERY AU I mean, Derek and Casey aren't even related. And it's VERY Daseyish. :-)) Starts in Derek's POV.

SUMMARY:

Derek is a poor boy who barely gets by in school, his Dad doesn't have a job, and his Mom gets minimum wage at a fast food restaurant as a cashier. Casey is a rich and glamorous girl who has to be dressed perfectly and act perfectly. She gets straight A's in school, and her Mom and Dad both have perfect jobs and get paid tons to go and travel to different countries. She lives in a mansion and is the ideal girl. Derek falls head over heels for her, and he lies and says that he's rich in order for her to fall for him too. But when their relationship grows deeper and deeper, and Derek feels that he and Casey are falling too in love with each other, Derek feels guilty. Will he tell Casey the truth, or will he keep up the lie? And if he tells the truth, will Casey dump him? And if he lies, will Casey find out?

"Dude, Aliens don't make peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches. Aliens aren't even real." Sam said, sighing and smacking his head against his locker for the fifth time today as I watched Ralph pat his chin as if trying to figure something out.

"OH! So they make ham sandwiches!" He said, nodding his head and smiling.

"Yeah." Sam rolled his eyes and gave up. "Yo. D." Sam nodded at me.

"Yeah?" I asked, turning around. I hadn't gotten any sleep last night.

"You wanna come over to watch the Leafs game tonight?"

"Uh-huh." I said, and then I heard the door open. I turned around and gasped.

She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life.

She had perfect brown hair, perfect face, perfect clothing, perfect everything.

She strutted down the hallway and then stopped and smiled at me before continuing down the hall.

Oh. My. God.

"Dude! Did you see how she looked at you?"

"With her eyes?" Ralph asked.

"Well boys, looks like D has to do his stuff." I said smugly, and then slammed my locker shut.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Hold up there." Sam said, placing his hand on my chest. "You really think that a girl like that will fall for someone like you?"

"Yeah." I said.

"No." Sam shook his head. "She's not."

"Let me just try." I said, shoving past Sam and walking down the hallway towards the amazing girl. "Hey." I said, leaning up against the locker next to her.

"Hey." She responded back, not even looking at me.

"I'm Derek. And who are you?"

"Casey. Casey McDonald thank you very much." She said, finally turning to look at me.

"And you come from one of those 'them' families, right?" I asked.

"You don't?" She looked disgustingly at me.

"N-" I started, but then realized if I wanted this girl to like me, then I'd have to say that I was one of 'them'. "No one else in this school is rich like me. Well, except for that other hot girl who's rich?"

"Who?" She asked, knitting her eyebrows together."

"You." I gave her my famous smug smile.

She blushed only the slightest bit. "Okay. Fine. Come and pick me up tomorrow night at 7 and we'll go out to eat at the Orange Blossom." She said while writing something on a slip of paper.

"You got it." I nodded, and she smiled.

"See you then, Derek." She said, and then turned around, strutting her way to class.

I ran back towards my friends and waved a piece of paper delightfully in the air.

Sam snatched it from me and read it, his mouth dropping open. "She said yes to you! But…but you're poor!"

"Not according to her I'm not."

"Wait, you lied to her?"

"Yep." I nodded my head. "I'm picking her up tomorrow night at 7."

"Dude, you don't have a nice car that a rich person would drive man." I sighed. It was true. I drove a 1960 beat-up Ford truck.

"And I don't have enough money for a limo."

"Yeah. If only you had a nice car like my Dad's red Lamborghini."

"RALPH!!" I screamed, shaking his shoulders. "YOU HAVE TO GET ME THAT CAR!!!"

"K." He said, smiling at me. "Whenever I ride in it, I wear my leather pants." He smiled, nodding his head, and then air drumming.

"Come on Man, let's get to class. Come over to my house after school tomorrow and we'll get this whole 'Hi I'm Derek Venturi, and I'm really rich' thing sorted out."

Sam laughed. "You're already digging your own grave buddy."

Okay, is it MacDonald or McDonald? PLEASE SOMEONE TELL ME!!! Oh, and review while you're at it please!

Toodles,

Alexandra