A/N: Okay, so this is my first Life With Derek Fanfic. Most of the dialogue in the first two chapters is actually from the episode "Crushing the Coach." I was hoping that only the first chapter would be that way but then it started getting really long so I decided to cut it into two chapters. This story is told in Derek's point of view and will be an eventual Dasey.

Disclaimer: I don't own Life with Derek and most of the dialogue in the first two chapters.

Chapter 1: It's all a Game of This or That

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"DEREK, it's TIME for DINNER."

Great. Thanks Marti, it would have been great of you NOT to barge into my room and scream that in my ear. "Thanks Marti, I'll be right down." It would be nice to get through the sports section of the newspaper just once without interruption. But I am hungry. Hmmm, I wonder what we're having.

Grudgingly I get up and make my way to the dining room as I continue to read my paper. When I get to my spot I notice some random dude sitting there. Who the hell does he think he is? Sitting in my spot like that?

"Hey, I'm Scott. Lizzie's soccer coach."

There's my answer; apparently he's some kind of psychic.

"And I'm sitting in your seat."

Thank you captain obvious. "Ah good instincts." At least I didn't have to actually ask him to move…wouldn't want to be rude to our guest. Good, now I'm in my seat and I can go back to reading the paper in peace.

"Hey! Now you're in MY seat," said an annoyed Marti.

Okay, I'm not going to lie. Marti is definitely my favourite family member…but sometimes she can be really whiny.

"Oh my gosh. Well I am very sorry. Where would you like me to sit?"

Why doesn't someone just tell this guy where to sit instead of making him play musical chairs? I'd do it but I mean really, who am I to be so helpful.

"In the GARAGE!"

Nice one Marti. Okay, I know she's only six, and maybe that wasn't thaaat funny…but I have a very wide sense of humour. It takes a lot of self-control to restrain myself from laughing out loud.

"Marti, be nice to our guest!"

Calm down Lizzie, I don't think he's really going to take what Marti says all that personally.

"But I don't like Snot," Marti replies.

Really cause I'm pretty sure I saw you with your finger up your nose like 5 minutes ago.

"Scott, why don't you sit in the other chair next to George…and I apologize on behalf of Marti," offers Nora.

Well it is the only place left but maybe this kid is a little slow.

"Oh that's okay. Ah, I appreciate her honesty."

Finally Scott is in his seat and we can eat.

"Put the sports section down Derek," says Dad.

Yes Sir.

"You'll have to excuse my stepbrother, he's a totally hockey head." says Lizzie.

Hockey head eh? Good one Lizzie. I roll my eyes. Okay so maybe I'm a little too sarcastic for my own good but I mean really, my family has issues with formulating biting disses.

Scott looks at me and then back at Lizzie. "Oh I know. We play in the same league. I was there when Triple D took 3 penalties…before the game started."

I haven't been called Triple D in ages…ah the memories.

"Triple D?" questions Nora.

"Dare Devil Derek," Edwin responds.

"Scott gave me my nick-name, CL Captain Lizzie," Lizzie announces proudly, puffing out her chest.

"Aww how cute! So how did you get into coaching soccer?" Casey asks turning to face Scott.

"Honestly, I wanted to pad my university resume. I know it sounds bad…" Scott starts but is interrupted by Casey.

"No it sounds smart, that's why I'm on 4 clubs 3 committees and I volunteer 2 times a week."

Wow!! Could you be trying to brag anymore? God why is she trying so hard to impress this dude? A new crush maybe? Like we all really want to deal with Casey having a new guy. God, she gets so obsessive and you can't shut her up.

"And yet you still have time to annoy me 24/7," I say. Oh man, you should see the look she is giving me right now. Priceless.

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The rest of dinner was fairly uneventful. Although, dad and Nora are totally in a fight right now because of something Scott said. I almost feel bad for the guy. He asked them if it was "love at first sight" for the two of them and Nora said no at the same time that dad said yes. Man was it ever funny. Hopefully they just move past it…but I know my dad and there is no way he is going to let that go.

After that I watched some TV. That's about it. Oh and Casey has a date with Scott Saturday night, which I am very happy about. Why am I so happy? Well, because all I want if for Casey to be happy…

Yeah okay, or it's because I get to watch the game in peace this way. I won't have to deal with her incessant screeching when I grab the remote and take the TV hostage.

I actually told Casey that I approved of Scott. Now she's flipping out because she is certain that Scott must have some massive flaw just because I like the guy.

Let's break this down. Not only do I get control of the remote on game night, but I also freaked Casey out. All in all I'd say this was a successful evening.

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Nice it's Saturday, the games on and no one is around to bug me. Casey's out on her date with Scott. Marti is playing Hide and Seek with herself. Lizzie is mad at me because…actually I have no idea what she's mad about but it means she doesn't want to be around me, which I am totally good with. And Edwin is off trying to comfort Lizzie.

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The game is over and man am I hungry. Sandwich time, oh yeah. Now do I want bread or a bun? Hmmm, I think Nora bought those sub buns the other day. Yup, here they are. Okay chicken or salami? That's a tough one…screw it. Both it is. Cheese, check. Lettuce, check. Tomato, check. Mustard, check. Perfect. I am the king of sandwiches. Now back to the TV.

When I walk out of the kitchen I see Scott sitting at the bottom of the steps, leading up to the top level of the house fiddling with his cell phone.

"Your date abandon you?" I ask.

"Nah, Casey having some kind of sister…something." He says, looking back to his phone. "But she better hurry up because I got other plans," he continues, winking at me while saying the word "plans."

What exactly is he winking about?

"What are we winking about?" I ask, not quite sure if I want to know the answer.

Scott hesitates a second the looks at me "Well, I guess I can trust you. After all I know why they really call you Triple D. Cause you took three seniors to you junior prom."

"Good times," I respond nodding my head. Damn those girls were fiiiine. Stay on topic dude…

"Trust me with what?"

"The sweetest soccer scam ever. See, I've convinced Lizzie's soccer team that I'm coach of the year. So they introduce me to their older sisters and well who wouldn't want to date the great guy who's coaching their little sitters soccer team?"

Excuse me? Did he just say what I think he just said? I was not expecting that one. That's just low…even for me. Using eleven year olds to pick up chicks? Wait a minute…

"So, Casey's not the only soccer sister you're seeing?"

"Are you kidding? She's the…forth. Pretty impressive huh?" Scott responded smugly.

The dude just counted. I saw him do it. He actually had to think about it and count how many soccer sisters he was dating. Ass. Okay so I know Casey and I aren't exactly BBF but even I know she doesn't deserve this.

"Yeah," I respond still a bit shocked by what I just heard. I do however feel the overwhelming urge to punch him bit that seems a little bit harsh.

"Gotta go dude. Soccer sister number two…she's blonde. You understand right?"

No I don't understand. Why is he telling me this? Wow, it's really pissing me off that he just assumes I think he's the man. Do people actually think I'm that much of an ass? Cause seriously I am not thaaaat low.

"Sure. Ah, what am I supposed to tell Casey?" God why haven't I hit this guy yet?

"Uh, what-ev. I'm sure you'll come up with something creative. Guys like us always do."

And then the jerk clicks his tongue at me. Seriously, first he says "What-Ev" and then he clicks his tongue at me. Well isn't he just Mr. Cool. And the whole "guys like us" thing…is he serious? Did he just group us together in the same category?

Pompous jackass.

"Riiight," and with that, he leaves.

Now what in Gods name am I supposed to tell Casey? What I want to tell her is, "Casey, Scott left because he's an ass and has a date with one of Lizzie's friends sisters." But I can't. First off, she wouldn't believe me, secondly, Scott pretty much said it was a secret and thirdly I don't tell the truth. And I definitely don't try to help Casey out. So why do I feel like I should?

And that's when Casey comes bounding down the stairs looking excited and ready for a goodnight kiss.

"Um, Derek where's Scott?" she asks looking a bit confuse.

"Uhhh, he had to go," okay so I didn't have time to come up with a real excuse. But did I really want to lie for this guy anyways?

"What did you do? You said something to him to make him leave didn't you?"

Okay so she's angry with me. That I can deal with, she's always angry with me. As long as she isn't sad because I don't know if I could handle that.

"Arrrrg! You are such a jerk sometimes!" she yells as she stomps back up the stairs.

Thanks for letting me try to explain Casey. God.

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2:30am

I can't believe I am still awake. Seriously, I should be asleep by now. Especially since I'm not awake because I'm on the computer of because I'm watching TV. Nope, I'm awake because of Casey, Casey and her frigging boy troubles. Why am I awake over this?

"Arrrrgg!!" I mumble into my pillow.

This is Casey problem, not mine. So she picked a jerk to date, so what. She's smart she'll figure it out. Plus he doesn't seem thaaat smooth; he's bound to slip up.

All this worrying is probably for nothing. I mean, I don't even know if they're going to go out again. That's it. She'll probably never see him again. Good. Not I can go to sleep.