Title: This Is Camp With Derek
Rated: T
Summary: What could ruin Casey's summer more than anything else? Derek, of course. When a school prank lands Derek in trouble, his parents force him to attend summer camp... the same one Casey was looking forward to going to all year. Not one person is happy about this, but when faced with ghost stories, creepy camp legends, and weird bunk-mates, there may be a change of heart. Dacey.
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"Em, I think I'm going to officially lose it," Casey told her best friend the next day over the phone, sitting lazily on her bed. She had not been able to reach her the previous evening, so she was forced to keep her anger bottled up inside. Still red with anger, she had practically stabbed each number of the receiver to call Emily.
"Hello to you too," Emily replied half-heartedly. As much as she loved Casey, she was slightly perturbed by the fact that with every call, yet another dramatic adventure would unfold before her feet, as if she was supposed to somehow clean it up... or, at least, that's how Emily saw it.
"Sorry," the caller apologized, biting her bottom lip. "I was just... ugh!" she groaned, falling back on a pillow. "I'm just so infuriated!"
"Let me guess... Derek, right?" her best friend replied, already knowing the answer to her own question. Ninety-nine percent of all conversations between the two seemed to somehow be centered around one boy in particular: Derek Venturi, or, as Emily liked to think of him, the hottie next door.
"When is it not," she grunted, breaking her friends daydream about the times the neighbor boy used her swimming pool.
"What happened now?" she said with mild interest. She had already heard so many remote-stealing stories that nothing seemed to surprise her anymore. Casey was like the boy who cried wolf. Little did she know, this conversation was different.
"Em... he's going to camp with us," she stated, voice quite flat.
The girl on the other end paused for a moment as if she were cleaning out her ears. "Wait... who is?"
"Derek!" Casey repeated.
Emily merely laughed and shook her head. "Derek doesn't go to camp. Derek spends his entire summer playing street hockey, checking out girls in bikinis, and swimming in my pool." The image of him in his swimming trunks once again flashed in her mind. "Trust me... I know these things."
"I didn't want to believe it, but he is! It was authorized by mom and George yesterday."
There was another silence. "Why?" she dragged out.
"His prank at school, of course."
"What about it? Why not just ground him?"
"Becauuuuuse... for the next three weeks, our house is being fumigated due to a mass amount of mold spread, caused by an old turkey sandwich Derek left beneath a floorboard in his room," Casey said in a fake, cheery voice.
"Why would he leave a turkey sandwich in a floorboard?" Emily asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Focus, Em," she said, placing the back of her hand on her forehead.
"Sorry," she said, rolling her eyes. "Still, why camp?"
"Because the rest of my family is spending the three weeks in a hotel, and obviously you can't possibly contain Derek as a punishment in a hotel... wait a second..." Casey sat up abruptly, staring at her phone, a sudden look of confusion plastered upon her face. "I thought you would be happy about Derek coming with us... why would you want him to stay?"
Yet another moment of silence passed before Emily spoke again. "Case, I am so sorry," she said quickly, her Canadian accent getting the better of her with her 'o's.
"You're ditching me?" she exclaimed, her jaw dropped as she screamed at the receiver.
"Casey, I'm sorry! There was apparently some kind of mix up... My dad apparently heard me wrong when I said I wanted to go to camp Coulson... he heard Camp Kosten."
The other girl scrunched up her face. "What on earth is that?"
Her friend sighed. "It's a German camp for future accountants in Ontario!"
"Oh... no..." she groaned despairingly.
"Ja," Emily replied. "Lucky for me, I cancelled the enrollment before it was too late."
"Em! You're a genius! That's what I'll do! I'll just cancel the enrollment." Casey instantly perked up as if she had seen an array of Christmas presents displayed before her.
"Umm..." Emily slurred.
"Uh oh." Casey's attitude did a complete 180.
"Well... I tried calling the camp this morning to see if it were too late to join... and they said that the cutoff for applications was... yesterday, which was also the last day for taking back applications."
"Ugh! This is not happening to me!" she screamed.
"I'm sorry, Case... really," she repeated for the umpteenth time. "But I still don't get it; why is Derek going to Camp Coulson? Why not something else?"
"Because they know that with me there, Derek will get the punishment he deserves," she muttered. "Not to mention the fact that there was a buy one, get one deal at the camp for siblings."
"But you two aren't actually siblings," Emily reminded.
"And thank god for that. The last thing I need is to have his monkey genes."
"As heartfelt as this conversation is, Case, get off the phone; I need to call Sam," a third voice appeared.
"Der-EK!" Casey yelled. "Get off the phone!"
"It's a free country, princess... now quit hogging the phone," Derek snapped back.
"Hi Derek," Emily said in an 'I'm-totally-going-to-pretend-to-be-cool-to-impress-him' type voice.
"It's a free country," Casey mocked back, lowering her voice.
"Fine then," Derek said with a sly smirk. Then, without warning, he began to belch profusely into their ears.
"Ugh!" Casey screeched, her face contorted with disgust. She could hear the sound of Emily's stifled giggles between each of Derek's breaths. "You immature jerk!" He merely laughed and proceeded to finish the alphabet. "I'll talk to you later, Em," she said, defeated, as she hung up the phone.
"Thank you," Derek yelled through the wall to Casey from his own room. This wasn't a sincere thanking, of course; it was merely a way of rubbing in the fact that she had surrendered the fight. He grinned wickedly, quite pleased with himself, before dialing Sam's number. "Works every time."
"This is just so unfair!" Casey exclaimed for the thousandth time to her younger sister who sat on her bed as Casey paced back and forth in a fuss. "I don't see why I even have to get punished when Derek is the one who messed up!"
"I doubt mom and George did it as a punishment to you. Besides, the camp is enormous... there's a good chance you won't even see one another there," Lizzie explained, flipping through one of her sister's girly teen magazines with slight confusion to the average life of a teenage girl.
"I hope you're right, Liz... But I just can't help but get a bad feeling about it. The last thing I need is to spend my entire summer break with my stupid brother."
"Step-brother," Lizzie pointed out, just as Emily had before.
Casey rolled her eyes. "That does change anything. Brother or not, he still annoys the heck out of me." She fold her arms across her chest, her lips pursed. "Why won't he just leave me alone?"
"Why do you let him get under your skin so much?" Lizzie asked her older sister.
Casey looked at her sister as a traitor. "Not helping."
I know... not that long... but I desperately wanted to get this chapter out before I left for my week long vacation to New York City. I'm hoping that as soon as Derek and Casey leave for camp, the chapters will get longer and better (and funnier). I wrote this chapter at work today, so I'm not even sure how it reads out. I would absolutely love love love reviews! You have no idea how giddy I get when I check my email and it says I have a new review. Constructive criticism is welcome and greatly appreciated.
F.A.Q.s (That haven't really been asked yet)...
-Where's the love:Yes, this is Dasey, I assure you. I'm the kind of fanfiction writer who hates it when relationships do a complete 180 and characters go from hate to love in one chapter. That is not how I write, so please stick with me.
-What camps are those?: Both of the camps are not real places. I had just finished watching "Never Been Kissed" before I wrote the first chapter thing, and so the last name 'Coulson' popped into my mind. Kosten (which I chose because it sounded like Coulson), means 'cost' in German. I chose it to be German solely so that I could write Emily saying "Ja" (which is 'yes' in German.) I tried looking for a regular Canadian summer camp, but many only went up to 16 years old. (I'm making them 17 in this fic, by the way).
Characters?: As soon as Casey and Derek leave, they're leaving behind all of the rest of the characters. There may be phone calls or letters between characters, but I think there won't be anymore appearances or anything. Dunno. We'll see.
Vocabulary?: As Vampiresforlife mentioned in a review (which I LOVE getting!), I do have the tendency of using heavy-loaded words in my writing, and I will do my best to abstain from using it. The truth is, I can't help it, though. My English teacher practically beat a larger vocabulary into us this year (one of our seven finals in his class required us to study from almost 1,000 vocab words. Shivers). A lot of the way I say things in my story is just how I speak in real life... I'll try not to do it, but a lot of the time I don't even notice.
Dacey?: Yes yes. I was caught. Argentinipinkini caught me. I did call it "Dacey," because for some odd, bizarre reason, I kept spelling Casey's name like you would the name 'Stacey.' So yeah. I might accidentally do that here and there. Oops. Sorry 'bout that.
Uhhh... any questions? Shifty eyes.
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p.s. All of my chapter names are names of songs, by the way. P