First fanfic ever…soooo please don't be too harsh with the reviews, but DO review. Please. Any kind of critique will be extremely appreciated. :
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story except for the narrator. All other characters and things you recognize belong to whoever own "Life With Derek".
Eh. Here goes!
It's not something I could explain because, really, who would understand the jumble it would sound like out loud? If I had to put it to words, well, let me just tell you what happened.
July 4th, 2008
"How did I get to be so lucky?" Jon whispered into my ear. We were sprawled out and alone in the field by my house watching the fireworks off the barge.
"Hm, shouldn't I be asking that question?" I snuggled in closer to be warmer..and closer.
He laughed and I could feel his chest move beneath my head.
"You are absolutely amazing. I really don't deserve you" He looked down at me and though I felt completely content and wanted to revel in his stare, I could only wonder why he was acting this way. He wasn't usually so romantic. I sat up slowly and looked down at him.
"What's going on?" I asked, not quite sure I wanted to hear the answer.
"Does there need to be something?" Jon asked as he sat up. I only looked at him. He finally heaved a rather large sigh. "Amber. Look, don't be upset alright?" I immediately became so anyway.
"What? Why?" I tried to breathe evenly.
"I'm, well, um, I'm moving. To Maine." He glanced over at me. Apparently unsure of what my reaction might be.
I blinked at him. Then, all of a sudden, I understood what he was saying. "What!?" I screamed, jumping up from my place on the blanket. "Are you kidding me?! And you're seriously telling me this on our one year anniversary?! What is wrong with you? What is…oh my God..I can't talk to you. I have to go" All of this rushed out of my mouth as he stood and before I really knew what I was doing, I ran away from the boy I thought I loved and towards my house.
A week later
Laying on my bed watching "Life With Derek", my favorite show ever, my mind, for about the millionth time that week, drifted back towards Jon and why my luck had to be so horrible. He had left for Maine this morning and had left about a thousand voicemails on my cell phone that I had yet to listen to. I just couldn't talk to him. I felt too betrayed. After a few moments I began to fall asleep.
Who knows how many hours later, I woke up and it was dark. I got up and stumbled over to the light switch which seemed to be a couple feet closer than I thought. As my face hit wall, I muttered a few profanities and quickly turned on the light. As my eyes adjusted, I looked around to see why the distance from my bed to the wall had suddenly decreased. When I could finally see, I let out a weird squeak/gasp. This was DEFINITELY not my room. I thought back to when I had fallen asleep and knew that I was in my bed at the time. I let my mind wander for a moment as I sat on the bed trying to become fully awake. When I looked up again I looked around. Oh. My. God. I thought as I realized where I was. I'm in Casey. McDonald's. Room. This was extremely odd for me because I had wished that I were in the show before, if only to make "Casey" and "Derek" realize that they were absolutely, positively meant for each other. Now, I'm not one to really freak out about things so I stayed sitting on the bed to kind of collect myself and take in the situation. So, obviously this isn't actually possible and I KNOW I'm not dreaming because I'm thinking about dreaming and you don't think about dreaming WHILE you're dreaming so…I'm not dreaming. And that was pretty much the only possibility I could come up with and Helloo!! I'm in the McDonald-Venturi house. Why would I complain? Except for that fact that, you know, I was a total stranger to them. I laughed inwardly. Well, this might be awkward.
As I stood up and began to look around the room, I caught a glimpse of my hair out of the corner of my eye. My eyes shot down to my shoulder and I found that I had long brown hair. Wait a minute. I DEFINITELY have shorter, blonde hair. I quickly ran to the mirror and stared into the eyes of the one and only Ashley Leggat, or "Casey McDonald" if you prefer. "No. Way." To even my surprise, I let out a short squeal of excitement. I was extremely surprised of course, but hey, nothing in my life is very exciting these days and I hadn't once thought of Jon since I'd woken up in this new world. I checked myself out in the mirror some more. I loved the long brown hair and it was really soft. Then all of a sudden I began to ask myself a million questions. Is this world going by the show? Am I in the current part or a different time? Is the plot line even the same? Is Derek really as cute as he is on t.v.? Oh my God, Derek! I'll actually get to meet him! EEK! Wait, unless it's different? Oh, and I'm supposed to hate him. Damn. I need to be sure to act normal around everyone. I hope I don't make anyone suspicious. When will I go back anyway? WILL I go back? Ooh, Marti! Okay, enough rambling, let's check this place out!
I went to the door and slowly opened it. I peeked out and saw that it was exactly like in the show. I slowly looked around. The room that was apparently Derek's had its door open, and as I passed it I saw no one in there. As I turned for the staircase and began to walk down, I felt my heart begin to race and I could feel myself slightly shaking. I was most definitely nervous. I, being the boy crazy girl I am, was very disappointed in myself to find that I was most anxious to meet Derek and couldn't even think of Jon. I was nearly disgusted with myself.
As I reached the living room I realized how quite it was. What time is it anyway? Is anyone here? Or asleep? I walked into the kitchen and found a note on the island. 'Casey, We have all gone to Derek's game and will be back around 8. Feel better, Mom & company' I put the note back on the counter and sat down. Well, okay then. I suppose I could just eat something or watch t.v. Wait. What would Casey do? Crap, she would do homework. What time of year is it anyway. Summer? I smiled to myself. That would be nice. Oh, but then I wouldn't get to go to Thompson High. And I really want to go. Hm. Well, I like to read at least. I quickly ran back upstairs to "my" room and looked around. I went to the desk and saw on the little calendar that it was February 2, 2008. Okay, well I'm only a few months behind, cool. I sat down. I moved the computer mouse around andwaited patiently for it to boot up. I decided just for the hell of it to see if my Myspace account worked here. It didn't. Oh, big shocker! I got back up and began to pace. It's 7:30 so they should be home soon. I thought as I glanced at the clock on the night table. I continued to just look around at all of Casey's things for a while when…
Ok so far I know nothing interesting pretty much at all has happened in this chapter but the next chapter will be much more so…any suggestions to a newbie would be awesome…and if I have even self-esteem the next chapter should be up in the next 2 or 3 days so…yeah. :
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