Well, after years of being a ffnet reader, I decided to try out the world of a writer. This is my very first fanfic ever, so please, bear with me.
Important Note: This story will be written in third person omniscient narrator, but I wanted to introduce the story with our important P. first :)
Disclaimer: Me be sad because Me no own LWD.
Hate Loving You
Chapter 1
Derek!
Derek's P.O.V.
The cat and the dog. Tooth paste and orange juice. Same-sided magnets, repelled by the other at the most minimal attempt of contact.
We've always been competitive with each other. I see annoying her as a calling of sorts, and even though she doesn't want to admit it, I know she loves the challenge as much as I do. Sometimes the little things go way too far... but that's where the interesting things come and the real fun starts... right?
When did my life go upside-down?
Almost three years ago, when she moved, or more like invaded my house 'cause her mom was brave or fool enough to marry my dad. I didn't mind dad's new wife Nora and her daughter Lizzie at all. It was the other annoying daughter of hers who didn't seem to understand that I make the rules of MY house.
Oh, she came in like royalty, demanding things as if she had a right to them. Like that one time she wanted my room, for example. Gutsy, I'll admit, but bratty and delirious. It obviously didn't happen, as expected.
She wanted ridiculous changes and tried to impose them on us. Her sweet and romanticized "glass half-full" philosophies made me both laugh and cringe. Her keen and prissy attitude was like nails on a blackboard; her clean-freak habits a living nightmare. Her "encouraged" menu? a gross experience. TOFU? What the hell was that and who in this world eats that willingly?
She brainwashed my dad into her feminist crap, tried to make me stop playing Babe-Rider, and forced me to remove my beloved posters of smoking girls from my room. Which of course I never did, I just hid them underneath other more appropiate posters...and she expected me to treat her nicely? Who the hell did she think she was? Of course I had to teach her a lesson, or twenty. I had to show her that no one messed with Derek Venturi.
But surprise-surprise, both dad and Nora were always on her side. Not only did the witch teach Edwin my loyal little minion, to talk back to me, she even got Marti, MY Marti to like her...
Who is this vile character I'm referring to?
None other than Casey McDonald, the fire-breathing dragon of my... Step-sister.
As if she wasn't ruining my life enough she started dating my very best friend, Sam. Out of all people, why did it have to be my friend? It was so nauseating to watch.
I can't describe how absolutely weird it felt to see my best friend come to my house dressed like a damn librarian in the making to then turn around and see the she-beast that had just lectured me about my messy room a few hours earlier, come down the stairs with a tight dress, blue eye makeup, glossy lips, and straightened-to-perfection hair to leave for a date with him... acting all nice and cutesy and blush at his compliments...What. The. Hell?
Don't even get me started on them making gross googley eyes at each other at school...their disgusting, mushy good-byes... At least they came to their senses and broke up for good. Later came several idiots into the scene, like the pansy captain of the football team. That same creepy sensation would come now and then. It was confusing, but then again anything that had to do with her life simply irritated me.
Anyway, I'm currently dating one of Casey's friends, Kendra. She's alright, but she has the uncanny ability of getting on my last nerve...several times a day. I broke up with her before, but CASEY bugged the hell out of me to make up with her. I can't believe I followed her advice. Then again, Kendra is a fantastic kisser. There wasn't much to think about the moment I went to "talk it out" with her... Don't get me wrong, I do like Kendra...but sometimes I just wish I could get a restraining order of at least a thousand yards...
Yes, it's been almost three years since the McDonalds moved in here but that doesn't mean I don't bug Casey anymore, if anything I'd bet it has increased. Ah, I don't know, it is just too much fun to quit. Along the way, Ed and Lizzie became really good partners in crime, good siblings. Less headaches for the parents. But Casey and I, siblings? pffft. I shudder at the disgusting sound of it.
Dad and Nora should just accept the facts: Casey is not my sister.
She never was.
And she never will be.
-x-
It was Friday night. Nora and dad went away for the weekend, leaving all of us with an annoying babysitter that looked like she was a hundred years old. What are we, toddlers? I tried to convince them not to, after the party, well, jungle I created the first time they left, but they didn't hear me.
It doesn't matter now though, 'cause I scared the babysitter out. I thought it was going to be difficult, the pterodactyl was mean as hell. Most likely a tactic from my dad so I wouldn't try anything; but everything ended the moment I discovered her weakness.
Oh, she happened to be too superstitious for her own good. All I had to do was spread some salt, open some umbrellas, and tell her that we owned a black cat who loved visitors. The moment I told her I was going upstairs to get "Salem," the mummy ran out the door like a mad-woman.
I almost felt bad. Almost.
I saw Casey's disapproving look. For a moment she looked like she was going to lecture me, as always, but she didn't. The twitching on the corner of her lips and her silence told me she didn't mind it that much.
Ha, not even she wanted a babysitter.
-x-
Lizzie and Edwin were playing monopoly on the dining table and Marti was napping. After drinking Edwin's favorite and "off-limits" juice from the fridge, I chewed some gum that was left in my right pocket. Then I went into the living room and saw Casey watching TV. I couldn't help myself and snatched the remote from her hands just to see those bright blue eyes get wide and those pink lips yell De-rek!
She stood up and tried to take the remote from me, she looked pretty annoyed. Perfect.
I can't really describe the feeling that I get when I mess with her...joy? I mean, I can bug Edwin or anybody, but for some reason I don't get the same satisfaction I do as when I'm bugging her. Yes, I have to show her that I always win and that I always get what I want. Edwin knows it, everybody, but she doesn't seem to accept it. She just doesn't give up like everyone else and fights me tooth and nail every, damn, time. So really, I see no reason to stop.
Oh, Ms. Klutzilla plays the game very well alright, but I created it.
"Fight, fight!"
Marti started screaming. I don't know how she got there 'cause I thought she was sleeping but, oh well, this is Marti we're talking about. Edwin and Lizzie stopped playing monopoly to watch the show. Ed whistled and laughed while Lizzie simply rolled her eyes.
I could've given Casey the remote but it didn't look like she'd back down any time soon, so of course I wouldn't either. I gripped the remote with force until my knuckles turned white. Ha, she'd be lucky if she could unclasp even one finger.
I pulled the remote toward me and she tried hard to pull it back without success; the advantage of my strength over hers was obvious, the odds were undoubtedly in my favor, but the moment I looked away from the remote to look up at her, I froze.
She was so close. Too. Damn. Close.
Close enough that I could smell her perfume. Her eyes were shining with anger as she huffed, exasperated. Her lips moved, calling me names, her warm breath hitting me on the face. The frantic movement had not only made her hair fall down from its messy bun, but a pink bra strap had fallen down over her arm and my eyes locked onto it. Oh I knew where my head was going. Shit. Her hands hovered over mine trying to pry open my almost purple fingers, calling my attention back to the remote. All I could think about was the warmth of her hands and how close she was...so close I could almost -No!
Casey noticed that I was just staring at her, alarmed was an understatement. With all the force she could manage, she pulled at the remote one more time. At that moment, I was distracted enough to let go of the remote. The force of it made Casey fall back right to the TV behind her.
Everything happened so fast I barely registered what was happening. A loud crash echoed throughout the house.
Everybody gasped.
"...De-rek!"
Yay first chapter! :) Your thoughts?