And here's chapta two..lol. I still feel bad for putting Prom Night on hold for now. But I have been trying to get sommething done on that. Enjoy!
Never in a million year did Derek think that his mother would be living next door to Casey. Better yet, Nora. But the two of them did have something in common. They both figured out that George Venturi was a pig, and Derek was man enough to admit that too. But not to get off the topic here, Derek continued to look out his window at Casey in her back yard. She was sitting on a pool lounge chair, reading a book.
He watched her close her book and walk inside. And being the nosy person he was, he looked in all the open windows of her house to see where she would be. He then spotted her in a room that could have only been hers and he waited. He didn't know what he was waiting for but he waited. Nothing happened. At least he knew where her room was. And it was right across from his. He looked over the alley and he saw a moving truck. Someone was either coming or going. And when he saw someone go to the truck to get another box, he concluded they were coming.
"New neighbor." He muttered.
Derek rolled his eyes and jumped a little when his mom came into his room.
"Sorry sweetie." She apologized. "Listen, I have to go into work but I should be home around seven." Derek nodded and watched his mom leave.
"So much for spending time with you," he said to himself.
He walked around his new house, getting the feel of it and realized that it felt more like home that his dad's house. His mom's house was more comforting than his dad's. And despite the fact that he had only been there for a few hours, he felt home. And he felt safe, which was a good thing for him. He walked to the front door, afraid to open it but he did anyways. He stepped out onto the porch cautiously and nothing happened. He obviously could be there without the alarm going off. Casually he looked towards Casey's house and saw nothing. He sighed and went back inside.
As he continued to walk around his new home, he noticed that his mom had pictures of himself with his siblings all around the living room. He didn't even remember anyone giving them to her. He smiled to himself when he saw the goofy picture he took with Marti.
Derek had taken up the hobby of photography after his camcorder broke when it fell down the stairs. Weather it was from a digital, disposable, or a real camera where you have to develop the film yourself, he was always taking pictures. Something about the pictures let him escape his dad and he liked it.
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Every kids dream at the start of summer is doing nothing. Well, Derek couldn't do anything so he did nothing. And at that moment in time, he was sitting on his mom's couch, eating Oreo's with chocolate milk. He was watching some Spanish soap opera, not knowing why, and not knowing what the hell they were saying. He never did his Spanish homework while in school.
After watching that stupid soap opera for twenty minutes, he decided to turn it off. He had no idea what was going on anyways. He never even got the chance to turn off the TV because someone rang the door bell. He groaned to himself and slugged over to the door. He opened it and saw no one. He closed the door and the bell rang again.
"God damn it, what?" he demanded, throwing open the door.
Suddenly, three water balloons came flying towards his chest. Only they weren't filled with water, they were filled with paint. He looked in front of him and saw three kids with skateboards. And without thinking, he hurried onto the porch and jumped over the railing.
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you," Derek said to the kids.
"Ohh, I'm so scared." One of them said.
"Yeah, I'm shaking in my boots," the second one said.
"You're wearing DC's." The third one said.
"Shut up," The first two said.
"Well you're gonna be shaking when I pound your ass's into the pavement!" Derek threatened them.
The three kids jumped on their boards and started pushing down the street with Derek running after them.
"I thought you said he couldn't leave his house." One said.
"He's not supposed to; the cops will come take his ass away."
Upon hearing this, Derek froze. He looked down at his ankle and panicked.
"No, no, no!" He freaked, while running back to his house. "Shit,"
Derek continued to run down the street back to his house and he slowed when he got in his yard. He looked at his ankle, trying to catch his breath. "Turn green, turn green," he pleaded.
The bracelet beeped before it turned green and he sighed in relief only for him to groan when a cop car pulled into the driveway.
"Stay on the ground." And Derek knew better than to argue with a cop. He sighed and stayed in his place. "On your knees, hand's behind your head."
Derek did what he was told and got to his knees with his hands behind his head. He caught a glimpse of Casey standing in the front of her house, watching to see what would unfold for Derek and he even saw her shake her head before she walked back inside.
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"But the cop that came, he's related to my teacher." Derek informed his probation officer, "Isn't that like a conflict of interest of something?"
"Listen, he was just to cop to respond, I can't promise you that he won't be the cop to come next time. But if there is a next time, you'll be in front of a judge." Derek sighed, "First times happen, don't let it happen again."
"Yes ma'am."
Derek flipped his phone closed and sighed.
"This sucks."
He tugged off his shirt and put on a clean one and plopped down on his bed. He remembered when he and Casey used to hide out in his room together when their parents split. Sometimes they would stay in his room for hours on end, just talking or sometimes, not saying anything at all. He didn't know what happened now. Hell, Casey wouldn't really look at him. It was almost like she was despised of him.
Derek missed her. He was man enough to admit that he missed her like hell. But he couldn't do anything about it now. He tried to think of something else and it worked because his phone rang.
"Yo," he answered.
"Derek, what goes on?" Sam asked.
"House arrest, three months," he sighed out, "so long summer."
"That's what you got? For punching the teacher?"
"Yep,"
"You at your house?" Sam asked.
"Hell no," Derek half snapped, "I'm staying with my mom."
"Well that's cool."
Derek sat up and ran a hand through his hair, "This ankle bracelet isn't. It itches like hell."
Sam said nothing. Derek heard him talking to someone else in the back ground and he rolled his eyes.
"Sam,"
"Sorry bro, hot girl at the pool."
"Sammy, you hang up on me, our friendship is over." Derek threatened over the phone.
"I'll talk to you later," Sam said and hung up.
Derek groaned and fell back on his bed.
So much for a best friend.
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Derek stayed in his room for the rest of the night. With the occasional glance out the window from time to time, he was still bored out of his mind. He then decided to finish the rest of his things. He pulled out all the chemicals and the paper for his camera and a red light bulb. He glanced around his large room and saw the closet door. He walked over to it and opened it. It was a long walk in closet with only a few coats on the bars. He knew it wouldn't be a good place for him to develop any photos in such a small space because of the chemicals so he shut the door.
He shook his head and continued to rack his brain. He needed some kind of ventilation shaft so that he could breathe. After a few minutes of thinking, he gave up and left his room.
Three days later, he was still trying to find a space for his photos. He was in the kitchen on the counter, eating a sandwich and he just noticed the basement door. He dropped his food on the counter and went for the basement.
Turned out it was perfect. He was able to set up everything. He heard the front door open and he froze for some reason.
"Derek?" His mom's voice called out to him.
"In the basement!"
Seconds later, he heard her heels at the steps and soon she was standing next to him.
"What have you done to my basement?" She asked.
"You're not mad are you?" He asked, "I needed a place to develop my film."
"No, just don't burn the house down." She said with the smirk he got from her.
Derek chuckled and went about his business.
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Derek was eating dinner with his mom in silence. It was a different silence than he had with his dad. He liked it.
"So, how is Casey?" His mom asked.
"Why would I know about Casey?"
"You two are friends still, yes?"
"No, not really," Derek sighed out.
"What happened there?" She asked, genuinely interested.
"I don't know what happened," he said, "she just stopped talking to me."
Abby shook her head; sorry that Derek lost such a great girl.
"Shame," she tisked out, "I thought she was great for you."
"Great how?" Derek asked, eating the last bit of food he had left.
"Just great."
Abby cleaned her plate and set her dish in the sink.
"Make sure the doors are locked before you go to bed." She told him before kissing his forehead. "Night, sweetie,"
"Night, mom,"
Derek watched his mom walk up the stairs. He looked out the kitchen window and saw the new neighbor leaving his house.
He was an older man, probably his dad's age because of the white hair, and he lived alone. The only reason Derek knew this was because he moved in alone so he could only assume he was single.
After clearing his plate, he locked all the doors in the house and went to the living room to watch some TV. The news was on and he saw a notice of a missing girl. They said that she drove an old Chevy truck and that she had been missing for a little over three days.
He felt a little sad for her. Some girl who probably did nothing wrong was missing and probably hurt.
After watching the news, he headed up to his room. He looked through his windows and spotted Casey in her well lit room. He shut off his light and grabbed his camera. He looked through, adjusting the lens, focusing on her. She was in a chair by her window, reading a book. But there was something different about it tonight. It seemed like she wasn't even reading. It was like she was zoning out. He saw her look out her window, facing him, and he froze, afraid of being caught. But his room was dark, so there was no way she could have seen him standing there.
"Get a hold of yourself, Venturi." Derek shook his head and looked back through his camera.
He watched her continue to look out her window, stand up and shut her blinds. He sighed and put his camera away. He plopped himself on his bed and tried to sleep, but was woken by an engine with what sounded like a thick exhaust. He looked out his window and saw a truck pull into his new neighbor's house.
"Bow tie,"
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The next morning, while his mom was at work, he was marking the front yard and the back, giving him some sort of wall that he couldn't pass. He used tools he found around the house and some of his mom's plants around the back yard. He didn't have to worry about the front considering once he stepped past the bushed the light on his pretty little anklet went off. When he was finished, he lay on his back in the front yard and after a few minutes, he heard that voice he hadn't really heard in a year. He looked up and saw Casey. He got up and walked over as far as he could.
"Casey," he called out.
She froze and looked at him.
"Hi," she managed to get out.
"Um, how are you?" He asked as she walked closer to him.
"I'm good," she said to him, awkwardly. "How are you? With the whole house arrest thing,"
"Oh," he looked down at his ankle, "it sucks.'
"Are you staying with your mom?" Casey asked without thinking. "I mean…"
"It's cool, and yeah, I chose here." He chuckled out.
Casey was about to reply but stopped when she heard a horn honking. She turned and saw one of her friends, someone Derek had never seen before and she turned to look at Derek.
"I gotta go,"
"Sure," he nodded. "Maybe we can hang out sometime?"
He saw her hesitate before she answered, "Okay," she nodded.
Derek nodded and watched her drive away with her friend.
It was awkward but hell, it was a start.
He then walked back inside and up to his room. He grabbed his camera and looked through at the neighborhood. He saw a couple say their good byes. He saw the man drive away and another car pull up. Derek could see through the driver window and saw another man and his brows raised with they kissed. That car drove away and the man, who could only be the husband, drove back to his house. The dark haired man looked around and walked into his house. Derek looked away from the camera and out his window and saw a girl up stairs. He looked back through his camera and saw them in a heated kiss.
"That was fast," he muttered to himself.
He then looked to the next house and saw those kids again. He barked out a laugh at the sight of them watching some kind of cheap ass pornography.
"Horny shits."
He laughed a little more and moved to the second window in his room. He saw his new neighbor, working on his garden.
"Two times in one day," he said, "freak." Derek put his camera on his bed, "I'm pathetic."
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"Derek! Open the door my brother!" Hollered a voice from outside. Derek looked and smirked when he saw Sam with a sign that said 'free Derek' and Ralph with a coconut bra on, dancing in his yard. He raced to the front door and opened it.
"Sammy!"
Sam gave his man hug to Derek and then Ralph came into view.
"What are you wearing?" Derek asked.
"I brought you a gift from the outside world." Ralph smirked.
"I've been stuck in the house all this time and all you bring me is a coconut bra?" He asked him before he gave him the same man hug he gave Sam.
When they got to his room, they looked at the mess he created. He had magazines clippings all over the floor, food wrappers, and empty soda cans. Sam looked on his dresser and saw what looked like glued together wafer cookies.
"You making a doll house?" Sam asked.
"I'm bored." Derek snapped.
"You live next door to Casey," Ralph said. Derek looked at him confused, "Well she's hot."
"Shut up, Ralph." Derek snapped, "I talked to Casey three weeks ago, she's said nothing to me since then."
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"Wow, are you like a stalker or something?" Sam asked as he looked through Derek's camera.
"Stalking isn't just watching, it's following too, which I can't do if you hadn't noticed."
Currently, Derek lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling, Ralph was on Derek's laptop and Sam was looking out the window.
Sam continued to look and he shook his head. "So, what's going on across the street?"
"Well, the cougar is seeing someone behind dude's back while he's sleeping with the step daughter who has a tramp stamp." Derek said like it was nothing.
Sam and Ralph look at each other, shocked that Derek knew so much about it.
"So what about those little shits you can't get back?"
"Horny shits."
"And the old guy?"
"Not much, he lives alone."
Sam nodded and looked out Derek's other window, the one facing Casey's house. Sam looked through the camera and saw Casey in a skimpy bikini. Sam didn't mention that she was looking to Derek's house.
"Good Lord, has she gotten hot." Sam said.
Derek sat up, "What are you talking about?"
"Casey,"
And just like that, Derek rushed over to Sam, grabbed his camera and looked through. Sure enough, Casey was in a small bikini. Ralph looked through the window and he tried to grab the camera. Derek pulled it back and it clanked against the window, loudly.
"Shit,"
All three of them crouched down.
"Ralph you dumb ass," Sam said to him.
"It was Derek's fault,"
"Yeah well, you break my camera, you buy me a new one and I break your face." Derek said before he peaked through the window.
Casey was gone.
"Where'd she go?" Derek asked.
Suddenly, the door bell rang and they all froze.
"Oh, shit," the three said.
Okay, so I'm trying to stick with the movie but I'm also trying to make it different. And the part where Kale and Ronnie almost get caught was my favorite part in Disturbia so I had do put it in.