Life Without Derek
By: Kiso
Summary: What if Casey's mom hadn't ever married Derek's dad? What if they weren't stepbrother and stepsister? What would the two think of each other then? Casey is Derek's next-door-neighbor, so what happens when the two meet?
Disclaimer: I don't own the show. I own the story. Thank you!
I've never written a Life With Derek fic, and I barely watch the show, but I hope you guys will like this new fun idea from the mind of Kiso!
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Chapter One:
Very Interesting, Indeed
CASEY
I could hear Lizzie's iPod blaring as the car slowed to a stop. She always turned it up way too loud. I tell her it'll hurt her ears, but she usually just rolls her eyes and walks away. I look out the window and gasp. The house we're moving into is really pretty.
My mom stopped the car, turned around, and smiled at us. "Ready, girls?"
I grimaced. I hadn't wanted to move away from our beautiful apartment, away from all my great friends. But since my mom would get more money this way, we had to. I sighed and said, "Sure. Let's go."
I nudged Lizzie and she took the headphones out of her ears. "We're here already?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
As soon as Lizzie got out of the car, she squealed. "I love it! It's so awesome!" She ran towards the house, opening the door and running inside. "Wow!" she yelled from inside.
My mom smiled at me. "I'm sorry, Casey. But you'll learn to like it! I promise. And, hey, at least you'll get your own room now!" I shrugged and started to take my few suitcases out of the trunk of the car.
"Our furniture is already inside, right?" I asked my mom, not really looking at her. She nodded and I entered the house. It was pretty nice, but I didn't really feel like admiring anything right now. I felt like organizing and cleaning and dusting. I sighed and walked into the room I had picked out months ago.
All my furniture was already in there, so I just let my suitcases fall to the floor as I collapsed onto my bed. When I closed my eyes, I could almost believe that I was back home, hanging out with my best friend, researching something for a school project, playing some silly board game with Lizzie and Mom.
I turned over so that I was looking at the ceiling. I groaned and got up, ready to take a long, hot shower after that too-long, too-hot drive. Remembering that all my stuff was still in the suitcases, I randomly pulled one open and grabbed some necessary clothes and nearly ran to the shower.
And as soon as the water from the shower hit me, new waterworks ran down my face.
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I pulled my hair out of the towel and started to blow-dry it, the hot air making me shiver. Showers always relaxed me so much; I loved the feeling I got after them. I felt so clean and refreshed and new. I dressed and went to my room, starting to unpack.
After everything was done and organized, I looked around. It looked the same as it had in the apartment. Except Lizzie's stuff wasn't in here. I sighed. My mom was right: at least I got my own room.
I moved to the window and pulled up the dusty blinds. I would have to clean those later. I groaned as soon as the blinds were up. My window only looked out to another window. Probably a guy's room; everything was in a mess all over the floor and pictures of half-naked girls were all over the wall.
My guess was proven right as a guy without a shirt walked in. I could feel myself blushing as he saw me. I fumbled with the blinds but finally managed to get them down.
Well. I can't wait to meet our neighbors.
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DEREK
Ugh. This was so annoying. These freshmen had no idea how to play hockey. I groaned and threw down my hockey stick, walking away.
"Dude! Where are you going?" Sam called after me.
"Home! This is so damn annoying!" I yelled back, not turning around.
"We're supposed to be helping the new hockey recruits!"
I shrugged, still walking away. "Like I give a shit!"
"Derek!" Sam yelled.
I waved at him and hopped into my dad's extremely outdated car. God, he seriously needed, like, a sports car or something. This thing was a piece of shit.
When I pulled into our driveway, I noticed a car in the driveway of the house that used to be for sale. I hope a hot girl moved in. A hot girl who takes her shirt off in front of the window. Damn, that would be sweet.
I stepped out of the car and walked into the house.
"Derek? What are you doing here so early?" my little brother, Edwin, asked me.
"Freshmen too damn annoying," I started to climb the stairs to my room. I entered my room and smirked. It was so completely...me. I grabbed a new pairs of boxers and went to go take a shower.
I shook my hair out and threw my towel on the bathroom floor next to a pile of other ones. Dad or Edwin could pick those up later.
I went into my room and noticed that the next door window's blinds were up. I smirked as I saw a brunette girl trying to pull the blinds down when she took in my half-naked figure. A blush came across her cheeks as the blinds finally went down.
Well, well, well. This was going to be very interesting, indeed.
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CASEY
I swiveled around in my computer chair, having nothing else to do. I had already organized my books for Monday, memorized my schedule and the map, done all the necessary reading, and even looked the school up on an online map.
"CASEY!" my mom called from downstairs. "Come down here!"
I hopped out of the chair and bounded down the stairs, glad to have something to do. "Yeah, Mom?"
"I'm going to meet our neighbors. Do you want to come along?" she asked me, her jacket folded over her arm.
"Is Lizzie going?"
"No, she doesn't want to. So, you up for it?"
"Sure. Let me go grab my jacket," I said, already heading for the stairs. I grabbed my jacket off my bed and smiled at my mom as I walked down the stairs. "Let's go!"
We walked over to the house where I had seen the guy and I tried to keep my blush away. My mom noticed.
"Casey, you okay? You look kind of red," she said, looking worried.
"I'm fine! It's just the cold," I answered, smiling.
She nodded her head and knocked on the door. A small boy, probably about Lizzie's age, answered the door.
"Um. Hi," he said.
"Hello. We're your new neighbors. Are your parents home?" my mom asked politely.
"Yeah, my dad's home," he said. He turned around and yelled, "DAD! THE NEW NEIGHBORS ARE HERE TO SAY HELLO!" He turned back to us and said, "He'll be just a sec. Come on in."
My mom entered the house and I followed her lead. It was a nice, cozy home, if a bit messy. The boy raised his eyebrows at me and said, "Hi, I'm Edwin."
I smiled. "Hi. I'm Casey."
A tall man with shaggy blonde hair came out of the kitchen and said, "Oh. Hello. I'm George! Welcome to the neighborhood."
"Yes, hi. I'm Nora. Thank you," my mom said, a bit flustered. She didn't like this guy, did she? Oh, God. I hoped not.
A small girl with flowing brown hair and a princess wand bounded down the stairs, smiling a toothy smile. "Hiya! I'm Marty! This is my castle!" she said, waving the wand around. I smiled but the smile disappeared as the boy I saw in the window appeared at the top of the stairs, still without a shirt.
I looked away, again trying not to blush. But I couldn't ignore him as he came to stand right in front of me.
He smirked. "Derek."
I grimaced. "Casey."
This was going to be quite a year. I just didn't know it yet.
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Well, how do you guys like the beginning so far? I hope it got your attention, because if it didn't, I won't continue!
A / N: Casey lives in-between Derek and Emily so they don't share a driveway, okay? Just wanted to clear that up so you guys wouldn't be confused!
Toodles!
Kiso
