24/11/2007 22:28:00

I was going to wait until I finished this story before I posted anything but after reading Jordan Todosey's blog I have to.

She said Life With Derek filming is officially over.

I proceeded to cry.

Well not really, but it made me sad.

So in an attempt to lift my spirits, I am posting the prologue to my second multi-chapter LWD story. I won't be posting anything else until I am done writing, which could be another two weeks considering I have finals coming up this week, but I hope you like this.

And my super long author's notes are back with a vengence.

Disclaimer: I don't own life with Derek. Cause if I did, the show would have more than four seasons and the slight possibility of a TV movie.

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Friday afternoon

"Will you just shut up?!"

"No I will not shut up, Der-rek!" Casey angrily replied, putting special enunciation on his name. "Not until you tell me why!"

She was walking down the school hallway with Derek a few feet ahead of her, both of them getting more annoyed by the second.

He grabbed at his hair with both hands and nearly stopped walking, bending over slightly and growling in frustration, before returning to his previous position and speed.

"Oh my GOD, how many times do I have to tell you woman, I didn't do it!"

Derek pushed open the school exit doors, walking towards his car. Casey, now walking beside him, growled in frustration right back at him.

"Ugh! You infuriate me!" Casey said as they both got into the car. "I cannot think of one other person in the entire world who would pull a prank that was so… so… juvenile."

"Do you seriously think my pranks are that juvenile?" Derek responded, trying to sound as offended as possible. "I come from a very long line of master pranksters. Do you really think that would be the best I could do?"

"This coming from the boy who filled all my shoes with JELLO?!"

"I'm insulted! I filled your shoes with pudding." Derek stated pulling out of the school parking lot onto the busy street. "And I'm not a boy. I'm a man."

"Oh yeah, you're a man," Casey said sarcastically. She crossed her arms and leaned against the window facing him. "Did your one chest hair tell you that?"

"No!" He yelled, actually offended this time. "My facial hair did."

Casey scoffed at him. "You don't have facial hair! And seriously, I'm asking you once again, Why did you do it?!"

Derek growled angrily turning to look at her, "For the last freaking time I did not cover your locker with Vaseline!"