Summary: Puberty is never easy, and for Edwin Venturi and Lizzie McDonald… things are about to get a lot more interesting… and complicated. (Lizwin. Implied Dasey.)
Disclaimer: Don't own Life With Derek. 'Nuff said.
Rating: T
Author's Note: I was inspired to write this after watching When0Derek0Met0Casey's "Code Names for Puberty" trailer on YouTube.
To my regular readers and reviewers - don't worry, I haven't forgotten about my other fics. I'll be updating them very soon!
Also, Edwin is 13 and Lizzie is 12. The LWD ages really are screwed up… I mean, apparently he was 10 in the first season, but now - as of "It's Our Party", he's magically 13. Could the ages get ANY more confusing? Anyways, in this fic… he'll be 13, and Lizzie will be 12 (and a half), and they'll be in a split class in order to be in the same class.
Comprende?
Enjoy!
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Code
Names for Puberty
And
So It Begins
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(Dream Sequence)
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"Edwin…"
A soft, tranquil voice - like that of an angel's - echoed in the darkness, causing a young boy of thirteen to stir.
"Edwin… wake up…" The voice urged.
'Ugh, where am I?'
That was the first thought that crossed Edwin's mind as he slowly regained consciousness and opened his eyes, finally awakening from his slumber.
Only to be greeted by a shocking and rather unexpected sight.
There, standing in front of him, was none other than his step-sister Lizzie, clad in nothing but a simple white towel that left very little to the imagination.
"L-Lizzie!" He cried, trying desperately to avert his gaze. "What are you -? How are you-? Wha-?"
Lizzie giggled as she stared down a him, a small blush gracing her delicate features.
"What do you mean, Edwin?" She asked, feigning innocence. "Don't you like what you see?"
Edwin nearly choked on air, spluttering profusely as he tried to think of something - anything - to say. He couldn't, however; his mind was completely incoherent. Instead, he allowed his eyes to wander, traveling up and down her lithe figure and lingering on places he only dreamed of touching. He could feel his mouth going dry and unconsciously swallowed and licked his lips.
"I thought you might," Lizzie's voice brought his attention back to her face - her eyes, more specifically, and he found himself drowning in those turquoise pools.
Then, without warning, she let her towel drop.
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(End Dream Sequence)
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"GAH!"
Edwin Venturi awoke with a start, gasping for breath as he shot up in bed and clutched the front of his shirt, which was completely drenched in cold sweat.
It took a while, but once his breathing was steady and his heart rate was back to normal, he found the strength to slip out of bed and make his way over to the door, all the while trying to ignore the ache in his groin as he slowly made his way down the attic steps and towards the bathroom. It wasn't long before he found himself standing in front of the bathroom door, and just as he was about to reach for the knob, said door swung open and out stepped Derek Venturi in all his glory.
"Good, you're awake," his brother acknowledged, "We're leaving for my hockey game soon, so be ready in fifteen. Got it?" He ruffled the younger Venturi's hair before shuffling passed him, and was about to head back to his own room when he suddenly stopped and turned back around, an amused grin etched across his face.
Edwin raised an eyebrow.
"What?" He asked.
Derek merely smirked.
"Word of advice," he said, "You might want to take care of 'Little Edwin' before you do anything else." With that, he laughed and disappeared down the hall.
Edwin blinked in confusion as he stared at the spot where his elder brother had once stood.
"Little Edwin?" He repeated, before his eyes widened and he looked down. "Shit! Not again!"
He quickly bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door before anyone else saw.
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"But Casey!" Lizzie McDonald protested, shooting her older sister a pleading look through her vanity mirror as said sister concentrated on curling her hair, "Why do I have to do this? Why do I have to wear this? We're going to a hockey game - Derek's hockey game, not some fancy restaurant or out on a date or…" She trailed off when she realized that she was being ignored and frowned.
Casey sighed as she took a strand of Lizzie's hair and gently wrapped it around the curling iron.
"You can never look too good," she said, "Besides, what if there's a really cute boy your age there? Wouldn't you want to impress him by looking pretty?"
Lizzie stared at her sister in horror. Did she even realize what she was saying? The words that were spewing out of her mouth? What happened to the Pro-Women, Anti-Sexism, Feminist sister she'd grown to admire and look up to over the years, and who was this… this imposter who'd replaced her?
Of course, she knew who to blame for Casey's sudden change.
Max Miller. That's who.
Ever since Casey had started dating Max, it was like she'd transformed into a completely different person. If she wasn't reapplying her make up or adjusting her hair or spending hours upon hours in the bathroom doing who knew what, she was out shopping with Emily for clothes she'd only wear once. Even her grades were starting to slip. The previous A+ student was now an A- student… which wasn't too shabby for the average teen, but for (former) self-proclaimed perfectionist, Casey McDonald, it was a big deal. A huge deal.
And her wardrobe! The very thought of it made Lizzie want to cringe. The once conservative girl was now dressing like some sort of… well, slut, for lack of a better word. Always wearing tight clothes, short skirts and shirts that showed off way too much cleavage… basically, things she would've never been caught dead in had she never started dating Max.
"I thought looks didn't matter," the youngest McDonald said, finally answering her sister's question, "I mean, shouldn't I want someone to like me for me and not because of what I look like?"
Casey pursed her lips, releasing the now curled strand.
"Well, yeah," she agreed, "But you want to look nice too, don't you? Trust me, Liz. You'll understand when you're older. I'm doing this for your own good. Besides, it's the least you could do after letting that nice outfit I got you for your birthday collect cobwebs and dust in the back of your closet…"
Lizzie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms at her sister's lame attempt at guilt-tripping her.
Casey set down the curling iron and tilted her head to the side, examining Lizzie.
"Something's missing…"
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me! I look like a porcelain doll already! What more could I possibly need?" Lizzie cried.
"Ooh!" Casey squealed, like she had never heard her, "I know! Hair accessories! One second."
With that, she excused herself and exited Lizzie's room. The tween glared at her elder sister's retreating form through the mirror's reflection before her gaze settled on her own face. She scrunched up her nose and quickly wiped off the lipstick Casey had forced on her before looking down at what she was wearing.
At the moment, she was currently sporting a light blue tank top with lace trim and one of Casey's old jean skirts. She realized that she probably wouldn't have minded the top too much if it wasn't currently showing off her developing cleavage to the entire world… which is why she'd thrown on a dark blue zip-up sweater over top of it.
"Yo, Lizard," Derek was suddenly at her doorway, interrupting her thoughts, "We're leaving soon. Nora's already started the car - now's your chance to escape."
Lizzie nodded.
"Right. Thanks Derek." She replied.
Her elder step-brother smirked.
"No problem."
And like that, he was gone.
Lizzie's vanity stool scraped loudly across her wooden floor as she stood abruptly and made a mad dash out the door and down the hall, but just as she was about to turn the corner, her body collided with Edwin's. A small shriek left her lips as they both toppled to the ground, with him landing on top of her in a rather… awkward position, to say the least.
For about a minute or so, the two lay perfectly still, staring in wide-eyed shock at one another.
Edwin was the first to snap back to reality and quickly scrambled to get off her. Lizzie couldn't help but inhale sharply when she felt her skirt (Casey's skirt) ride up slightly due to his sudden movement and tugged at the hem as she, too, sat up. Neither of them were willing to look at each other as they slowly rose to their feet and muttered apologies, before going their separate ways - Edwin to his room, and Lizzie downstairs.
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And that's the end of chapter 1. It was originally going to be longer, but I've decided to just add the rest to the second chapter instead.
My apologies if Casey is slightly out of character, but she'll be back to normal by the end of the fic.
Also… about Edwin's dream… yeah. It was originally going to be more explicit, but I decided to just end it where I did.
This is going to be fun to write, so I can't wait to write more. I already have the ending planned out, which I'm very happy about.
Anyways,
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