A/N-I bet you guys thought I had died or something, right? Well, I didn't. I've just been spending all my time over on livejournal, because I've been sucked into bandom, and it's hard to get out.
This was written off of a prompt over on livejournal, and it's probably not gonna make a lot of sense unless you read the prompt, so: community (dot) livejournal (dot)com (slash) we_are_cities (slash) 202784 (dot) html. This is 167 words, according to Word, which is important to the prompt.
Disclaimer: I don't own Life with Derek, nor was any copyright infringement intended.
When he first hears about the law, he laughs. It serves her right for going to college in the U.S. If she had stayed in Canada then she wouldn't have to worry about it.
Then she comes home for winter break, and suddenly it's not funny anymore.
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She constantly eyes the counter on her wrist, no matter how many times people tell her that it won't work here. She always just shrugs and laughs a little, before saying, "Force of habit," and then nothing else.
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She picks up the phone and doesn't say anything, and it always confuses the person calling. Derek can hear them on the other end of the line, asking, "Hello? Is anyone there?" before she giggles nervously and replies.
After a couple days, Nora bans her from answering the house phone.
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"It's weird, the way you don't really talk anymore," he comments one day when they're watching TV.
"I talk," she replies, then glances at her wrist.
He sighs and changes the channel.