Although I am no stranger to literature, I've never really written a story, cause I kind of think I suck at it. I'm usually editing rather then writing my own, even though I always have story ideas in my head. And since, lately, Dasey is all I can think about I tried to (not completely successfully) write a story about them. I've been trying to continue on with this story for like a month but this is all that comes out even semi good in my eyes. There's just some missing element to it that I can't put my finger on.
Anyways, I decided to just upload this to see if I should try to write more or if I should stick to editing. So please, dear readers, review and be mean. I like the truth.
Disclaimer: As usual I, a lowly FF writer, do not own Life With Derek. I do, however, plan on dating Mike in the future.
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I have to admit; my stepsister is pretty damn hot.
When my Dad and Nora first introduced us kids to each other, I was pretty pissed off. As if my Dad getting remarried wasn't bad enough, couldn't he at least have had the decency to marry a woman with an ugly daughter?
One of the first thoughts that ran through my head when I looked at Casey was I would probably be spending a lot more money on lotion and Kleenex in the future. Long, silky brown hair. Pouty lips. Amazing blue eyes. And her being a dancer didn't exactly have a negative effect on her body. But everything changed for me after about 15 minutes of hearing her yak. Hell, 15 minutes is being too nice. It was more like 5 minutes.
She's prissy, preppy, uptight, and way too much of an overachiever for me to be able to take. And good God did she ever shut up?!
Of course someone that hot had to be the most annoying person on the planet.
Now I was pissed at my father for a different reason.