Rain, Rain,
Don't Go Away,
Because the Angels Play
In the Rain

The MacDonald's and the Venturi's were too very different families. Two different families that would crash together and not fit, a puzzle that could not be finished. They would attempt to squeeze pieces together, but they would appear to not be in the correct place. They had not ment to be together, and that was apparent from the first visit, so what was the cause of such a mix? Was there a bit of attraction between the two, enough money to support both families from either side? Were the two adults happy when they were with their counterpart? So many questions left unanswered about the coming mix between the two, and even more about the histories of each family member. It would surely be chaos when the two came together to live under the same roof. The lives of each and every member of the MacDonald and the Venturi family would never be exactly the same, ever.

The MacDonald's were neat freaks, health freaks, straight A+, do everything right, freaks. They would not tolerate the slightest mess, and were strict about how things were done. The dominate gene seemed to have passed through each of the family members, the three of them almost perfect. Looks, grades, behavior. They seemed to have no flaws at all, no dents in their perfect life. But, inside each and every one of them, there lied the disturbed childhood memories, the fright, the anger, the rage. Emotions that were rarely shown outside were carved deeply in the eyes of the three MacDonald's. Far from carefree, far from unburdened. Grief, sadness, pain. They were the perfect family on the outside, but they were nothing like their counter attitudes inside. It took so much to break down those walls that they kept themselves in; no one ever had gotten inside.

The Venturi's were slackers, junk-food eaters, straight C-, do everything they could to rebel, people. They were completely happy with their messes, and never took the time to clean up after themselves. Their dominance only was shown when angry, their sport-fit, and towering figures able to frighten any fool into his or her rightful place. Completely helpless in so many things, it was most people's curiosity how they even survived so long. All thoughtfulness had stopped upon their second son, the only one who could ever get higher then a C on his tests and report cards. They could show emotion from all parts of them, their gestures, and actions, their eyes and voices. They let nothing betray how they really felt, unable to create that shield and mask that others had, with the exception of their eldest son. Lies were easily tossed around between them, though they never cared to notice. They could easily express their grief, their anger, but through a more violent nature then most. Their flaws clearly visible, unlike the family they were about to come face to face with.

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"Mother, why are you getting married to him?" Casey's low voice traveled only to her mother's ears, the scorn poorly veiled through her voice. "You can do much better then him, are you just tossing Father away from this... this... idiot." She hissed her sentence out as she glanced at the man that her mother, Nora MacDonald was marrying. He was tall, sandy haired, and polite when speaking with them, but when she saw him through the corner of her eye with the children, he seemed to laid back, too comfortable. He joked and laughed, played around too much. He was like a child inside, she could tell from just viewing his exterior. Her mother deserved better then this. "George Venturi does not deserve you." Casey's blue eyes peered at the man one more time, glaring harshly at the back of him, before looking around at her mother again.

"Casey, honey, he's a nice man," Nora spoke softly, her voice worn. The bride looked gaunt today, her face whiter then usual, lines appearing on her forehead as it creased, and bags dark under her pretty blue-green eyes. "He loves me, I..." she paused for the slightest moment, breathing soft, "love him." She whispered these words so slowly and quietly that Casey narrowed her eyes in disbelief. Though her mother was so worn looking today, Casey knew she had to challenge these words that came out of the bride's mouth. This could not be true, Casey knew it. Nora would never love another man after Casey's last father.

"Lies," she snapped after a few seconds of silence. "You told me after Father died that you would love no other. You said that you loved him so much, and I know how long you wept, Mother. You still sob to this day over you late husband's death. You will never be satisfied until he is with you again." Casey sucked in breath when she saw the look on her mother's face. The redness of her eyes was apparent, and the tears that bubbled at the bottom of them looked like a dam about to break. But Casey would not apologize to her mother for her words, because she knew that they were true. There was no one in the world that could replace Nicholas Leonidas as Casey's father, and she would allow George no place in her heart.

The silence drew on and on, but Casey refused to speak to her now crying mother. She would not take back her words, no matter how much she wanted to. She would let all words of regret die on her tounge; she would not allow to be broken into saying sorry. Her mother deserved every word sent her way; there was no mistake in that.

"C-Casey," Nora finally broke the quiet, her voice wavering as she shook from her sobs. Casey gave her depressed mother a quick glance, blue eyes falling only upon the face of her distraught parent. She regretted such an action the minute she saw the mascara paths down her mother's cheeks, the crystal tears that had created them falling still from her beautiful eyes. "Do you really hate George that much?" she whispered sadly, looking straight into Casey's blue eyes, the ones that she had gotten from her father. Casey looked away immediately, unable to take in the look of hurt her mother projected from her eyes. It was so unlike her to reveal her emotions in the open like this, she only cried when around Casey or Lizzie, not outside of the house. This was an odd display of emotion in front of everyone. No one noticed though, Nora and Casey sitting at a secluded table in the back.

Casey felt no reason to lie, "Yes." She picked at the ends of her brown hair, twirling the long tendrils around her index finger. "I don't want him to be with us, Mother. I don't want him to think he can control us. I don't want him to think that I am his daughter, or that he is my father. He is nothing to me." Her colbat orbs trembled under the dim lights. "He will never replace my real Father. He will never be seen as a fatherly figure to me at all." She sighed and gazed away from the hair as she let it fall from her finger. She could hear her mother sniffle helplessly, knowing that she couldn't get Casey to see George in the light that she did.

"Please, Casey, please just try to accept him. He is trying his hardest to get to know you, and he is going to be your father now, no matter what you think. I love you, I love your sister, and I love George, I want you all to get along," Nora pleaded with a heartfelt tone, but Casey wouldn't budge from her position of hate against the man known as George. Nora's tears were far from dried up, still pouring out of her eyes, and she raised her hands to wipe them away. As her mother's fingers wiped away the wetness that streaked her cheeks, Casey stood up with her arms crossed stubbornly.

"I hate him, Mother, you will not be able to sway my decision," she hissed angrily and her eyes blazed with unusual annoyance. Her long legs were visible beneath the short skirt she was wearing, and her skin looked much different then her mothers, a sun-made tan coloring her legs. "He is not my father now, and he's not going to be my father after this wedding. He is just going to be the man that married my mom, and his children are not my step-siblings, they are just kids that are living in our house. They will never know anything, because they are all probably as stupid and ignorant as their father." After she snarled those words at her mother, she whipped around to leave, leaving only one comment behind her, "Find a different maid of honor."

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"Find a different maid of honor..."

The voice of the angered teenager carried across the room, entering the ears of Derek Venturi. He glanced up from where he was sitting, his ears faintly listening in on the story that his father was reciting with an excited voice. His chocolate eyes were consumed with the form of an attractive sixteen year old girl storming across the room. She had a short skirt on that revealed her tanned legs, the long limbs taunting him. She wore a simple long sleeved shirt that revealed her shoulders and her neck. Her long hair floated around her as she stomped angrily, and even her irritated expression was kind of attractive. Her small hands pushed open the door leading out of the ballroom, and Derek found himself staring after her.

Who had that been?

Deciding to speak his thoughts, he turned to his enthusiastic father, opening his mouth, "Hey, Dad, who was that girl that just went out of the room?" His mind was tracing over the figure that he had seen pass, though it was still framed, and he just loved the way she curved in his mind. He had a smirk on his face, and his eyes were staring past his father in a way that made George Venturi guess that he was thinking of things that weren't appropriate to speak of. He knew he had to stop this attraction towards the girl, now.

"Oh, Casey?" George said slowly, trying to find something about the sixteen year old that would make Derek not like her, despite the fact that he was about to be his step-sister. "She is Nora's maid of honor, or maybe not now, but she was." George couldn't think of anything to say about the girl, all of the moments he had talked to her, she was incredibly polite, but they had always been in front of Nora, so he couldn't tell if it was really her or a facade. "Why... don't you go talk to her?" George suggested weakly, hoping that Casey was really a crazy bitch when no one was around, especially Nora. Derek's smirk broke into a grin, and he got up.

"Yeah, I think I'll do that, Dad," Derek said, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he glanced at his younger siblings. "Hey, Edwin, Marti, I'll see you in a bit. I have a girl to stalk down." He chuckled happily and then whistled an unknown tune, walking away from the table with a silly grin on his face. Edwin shook his head and Marti giggled, everyone wondering why exactly she was doing such a thing. George watched his son with wary eyes and reprimended himself silently, wishing he had just told Derek that Casey was his new step-sister. The encounter that Derek and Casey could not go into anything more then just a friendship, and George had to act fast, knowing Derek's ways with women.

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"Hey, you don't look so happy," a sleek voice spoke from behind the young woman who was sitting on a bench, letting the drizzle wet her brown hair. She didn't even bother looking up, recognizing the voice from the laugh that he had released earlier. Her bright blue eyes had changed to a dismal shade of grey, and she continued to stare at the scenery before her. He released a calm breath into the air, she could imagine the grin on his face as he stared down at her. "Come on, can't you say something?" he chuckled and she wanted nothing more then to explode on him. Her face twisted into a small smirk as she leaned back, the bench wetting her black shirt from behind.

"Hello," she said with a small, forced smile. Her blue eyes wandered over her soon to be step-brother, his brown hair that matched his chocolate eyes. The way his lips curled up in a small smirk, how he shoved his hands into his pockets and stood with his legs shoulder-width apart. He ran his hand through his hair, releasing it from his pocket, and she eyed it suspiciously, "Bad habit?" Her voice was inquiring upon such a thing, though she showed nothing but indifference on her beautiful face. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, waiting for him to respond to what she was doing.

"Uh..." he said, shoving his right hand back into his pocket, "yeah, bad habit. So... What's your name?" he questioned her as he sat down on her left. Raising his eyebrows at her, she watched him warily, blue orbs suspicious of him already. She didn't like Derek; she rather was annoying with him. She knew he was going to be stupid like his father, she knew that he was going to ask her stupid questions. She knew that he didn't know who she was; she knew he was attempting to hit on her. But she would not let her knowledge ruin his fun and games. She would let him flirt with her, unaware to either of their parents. Maybe she would flirt back, rub his arm, and giggle at things that weren't necessarily funny. She pondered all the things she could do, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

This could be fun.

"Oh, me? I'm Casey," she replied with a newly found softness to her voice. Her blue eyes stared directly into his and she inched herself closer, the rain pattering against the small space between them. "Let me guess, you're Derek? Everyone has been talking about you, actually. I heard that you were a popular man in your old school, or are you still going there after the wedding?" She might as well get some information out of him while she could. She knew that he and the rest of his retarded family were coming to their house, buts he wanted to know exactly what status he had at his old school. "I go to the same school as Nora's daughter does, she is known for her popularity there." Casey watched Derek openly now, seeing that his face changed to a grimace.

"Casey..." he said, rolling the name on his tongue before responding. "Yeah, I'm Derek. And yeah, I was pretty popular at Sparrow High. Captain of the Hockey Team, got any girl I wanted." He laughed at this, and Casey forced her own giggle, secretly hating him for how god damned vain he was. "No, I'm going to the school you're going to. I guess I'll be able to talk to you everyday then," he gave her a smirk, and she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She wanted nothing more then to choke him and tug him down from the pedestal that he had put himself on. "Nora's daughter's popular? I heard she was a cold-hearted bitch from a guy that went to her school, but he said she was hot. But I doubt she's hotter then you." He slid himself closer, and Casey raised an eyebrow curiously.

This kid, Derek, was making a move on her already and they had known each other for less then three minutes. Her eyes traveled over his face, his lips, his eyes, his nose, his forehead, his cheeks. She examined him for a moment, burning his face into her mind, letting her remember him forever. A small smirk twisted her own lips, the corner of them twitching with amusement. "Oh? Mr. Popular then, eh? I guess that's cool," Casey laughed, though it was not at the amusement of her nickname, but for other reasons that Derek was unaware of. "She's kind of one, I suppose. She's a lot nicer when you get to meet her and talk to her. But if she heard you say that, I have no doubt that she would get the hockey team to beat you up." She raised an eyebrow at his last comment, and she felt him lean closer to her. "Hotter then her? We look rather alike, you know, more then you'll ever realize," she giggled softly under her breath and Derek was leaning in too close for comfort. She watched him breath against her lips, his fingers make their way towards her waist.

He was going to make her throw up; she couldn't do it, no matter how much she wanted revenge upon her mother for everything she was doing. She couldn't start a relationship with a kid who was as dumb as a doornail, and tried to kiss her over the five minute period they had met! Casey smirked as he began to close his eyes, and then pushed him away, his hands flat against his chest as she made him fall back against the other arm of the bench.

"Sorry, buddy, but kisses don't go well with me, especially if we've only known each other for two minutes," she spoke in a stale voice as she looked down at him, all emotion erased from her once devilish expression. "Now, if you don't mind, this cold-hearted bitch, would like to get back to her Mother, Nora MacDonald." Derek was staring back up at her with wide eyes; she knew that he was realizing that he had almost kissed his soon to be step-sister. "You might want to figure out who someone is before you go off and try to make a move on them, you know. It's not exactly moral for siblings to swap spit," she chuckled without mirth, and then turned her heel on the boy who was currently sitting there, dazed and confused on what had just happened.

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Author's Notes: Okay, this chapter was going to be the whole wedding thing, but as I was writing it, something happened on my computer and the rest of the chapter go erased. So, I will have the wedding split into two parts, with the reception possibly included with the second part of the wedding. Thanks for reading!

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