Disclaimer: Why on earth would an American girl own the rights to a Canadian TV show?
"Derek," she moaned as he kissed her fiercely.
"Casey, Casey," he moaned.
"Casey, Casey-"
"CASEY!" Derek yelled irritably. I shot up in bed with a start. A dream, it was only a dream. I shivered and fell back in bed.
"Wake up, we're leaving in half an hour." I jumped out of bed. The beach, how could I have forgotten that we were going to the beach.
The McDonald-Venturi clan was spending a week staying at a beach house. (AN: I know nothing about Canadian beaches, and I've never stayed in a beach house, so bear with me. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, because I'm sorta making this all up as I go along) This was supposed to be a "family bonding experience." I had been surprisingly looking forward to it though. I think we all were. My mom and George wanted to see us doing something normal as a "family," Marti was on the quest to build the one perfect sandcastle, Lizzie wanted to play volleyball and work on her backstroke, Edwin wanted to "do some research", whatever that means, and Derek, well, who knows what Derek was getting out of this
Oh no, half an hour wasn't enough time, I needed to pack, and get ready… I hadn't realized that I was speaking aloud.
"I need to pack, and get my stuff together and-"
Derek cut me off. "Relax spaz. You got everything ready a week ago, remember?" he assured me as he rolled his eyes. Than his eyes slid out of focus and a dreamy look stole over his face. I wonder what he was thinking about…
"Ahem," I said clearing my throat. "Mind getting out of here so I can change?"
He came back down to Earth in an instant. "Thanks for the warning Klutzilla, nothing would scar me more than the sight of you changing," he finished with a smirk.
"DER-EK!" I screamed. "Leave now!" I don't want Derek anywhere near me now, that dream has me majorly freaking out! But I wonder, is he really that good of a kiss- CASEY! Stop it! That's disgusting!
I had slept in my swimsuit, so I just needed to slip clothes on over it. I really loved my suit, it was a two piece (naturally) and a light blue halter that perfectly brought out my eyes. At least that's what Emily said when I tried it on, so I had to get it, price be damned. (After all, that's why my dad gives me a credit card to make up for never seeing me, right?) As I looked at my reflection, I knew I had made the right choice. I slipped on a gray jacket, mostly unzipped to reveal my low-cut swimsuit top, and my shortest pair of jean cutoffs. (No, I was not trying to get Derek's attention, what gave you that idea?.) Satisfied, I then headed downstairs.
Derek was pouring milk into a bowl of cereal when I made my big entrance. If the fact that he poured milk all over the table was any indication, I'd say I look pretty good. I smiled a secret smile as I willingly helped my mom pack the car. Something was going to happen on this vacation. I could feel it.
Well, there you have it folks. The very first chapter. I've been planning this story for a while, and trust me, it'll pick up fast. Please review and I will be more inspired to update!