Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey There Delilah-Plain White T's
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Monday mornings. They are horrible. Yet among this horribleness I manage to annoy Casey.
"Derek!" I heard her whiney voice through the bathroom door. I popped my head out to see a distressed Casey with her hair, in what can be described as a bird's nest.
"Yes my dear?" I asked with sugarcoated happiness and making kissey faces at her. She narrowed those blue eyes of hers.
"If you would look around every once in while Derek maybe you'd notice that you share a house with six other people. And that maybe the crazy notion would enter you mind that, I don't know, maybe they need to use the bathroom too." She said while doing that head thing. You know, when she's explaining something to me she bobs her head every once in a while.
I had finishing using the washroom about 5 minutes ago but we would I leave before I had annoyed Casey? I leaned over as I passed her so she was the only one who could hear me. "Nice hairstyle, trying to save the blue jay's homes?"
I heard her scream out in frustration as she slammed the door shut. Point 1 for Venturi.
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I finished getting ready and sat at the island in the kitchen. Mom and George's frantic scramble had become a morning ritual. I continued to munch on the toast I had in my hand, careful to not let any crumbs escape my plate.
"I'm hungry!" Marti marched in. Although she was nearing her 11th birthday she was still like the demanding six year she once was..
I opened the cupboards. "What will it be Miss. Marti?" I asked in my best snotty waiter impression.
"Purple!" She screamed as she spotted the grape jam. I grabbed it from the cupboard and placed on the counter along with Marti.
I took out two slices of bread. "Toasted or white?" I continued in my waiter voice. Marti burst into giggles.
"I'll have it toasted." I heard a voice come from behind me. I rolled my eyes as I turned around to face the owner of the voice.
Marti clapped her hands. "Smerek!" She let out another scream.
Derek grinned as he leaned down to give her a kiss on the head. "Smarti!" He replied. He turned to me gave me a confused look. "Where's my toast?"
"Do it yourself." I replied with smugness dripping from my voice.
Derek gave his own impression, of what he thought was puppy dog eyes. It just looked like he something up his ass. "But seeing as you waiting on Marti I thought you could make breakfast for dear old Derek." He pouted as he awaited his toast.
George heard Derek's little plea as he raced into the kitchen and told him that he had to make his own breakfast and then raced out.
I turned around and fixed Marti her toast with jam. I placed two slices of bread in the toaster. "You should stick to the smirk." I commented as I walked out of the kitchen with Marti trailing behind.
I heard a faint, "I love you too!" From the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my things. It was going to be a long day.
I heard the shrill cry of the phone before I hastily picked it up. "Hello?"
"Casey!" I heard my father's voice. I felt anger boil in my stomach. Ever since his last visit, which happened to be two years ago, he had only called every 6 months. This was a little early. According to schedule.
"Yes?" I replied through gritted teeth.
"Well, I'm sorry I couldn't be there for your graduation but you know how it is." He chuckled.
I wanted to say, 'No I don't know how it is, why don't you explain it to me?' but instead I said, "It's okay dad."
"So I was thinking you and Derek could come down to New York for the summer." He seemed excited at the thought of having two 18 year olds staying with him.
I frowned. Derek? Why Derek? I'm his daughter. So this time I said what I wanted. "Why Derek?"
I felt my dad sigh. "He's going to NYU right?" He didn't wait for an answer as he continued. "So it would be nice for him to get used the area."
I remember the jealousy I felt when Dad did come for his first visit. Derek seemed to over take the whole evening. "Talk to mom." I said as I put him on hold and yelled for mom.
She came over as she attempted to smooth her skirt. "Phone." I deadpanned as I walked into the hall.
And of course, fate was cruel. I bumped into Derek.
"Klutzilla strikes again." He mumbled. I rolled my eyes at his childish comments. Two months with Derek? Okay I would have to do that anyway but in a contained environment. Where we know no one, so we can't spend our days at other people's houses? My life was ruined.
I had an insult on the tip of my tongue but I had a feeling George and my mom would agree to move our little war somewhere else.
So Derek just pushed past me to get to wherever he was going. I just ran into my room to seek comfort in my pillows. "This is gonna be a long summer."
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Author's Note: Anyway, I should be doing J'adore amour but I couldn't resist this story. So until I work up the muse to write an good chapter for J'adore amour, I'll be working on this.