XxKarissaShayexX
Japanese Proverbs
A/N: Thank you everyone for all the review! I'm amazed at how much attention this story is getting. :D Well, I'm still taking votes for Lizwin and No Lizwin. So far: Lizwin: A whopping 10 votes; No Lizwin: 3. So far Lizwin is winning, so I'll hint for now, while people are still voting. Also, thanks to huddyluvr for that review that made me giggle. I've decided to actually have Edwin wear those clothes. :) And sorry that this took so long - I haven't been able to get on and actually write.
TRAILER!: So, my friend, December'sRose, is done with the trailer and you guys must see it! It is amazing! I love it. :DDD www(.)youtube(.)com/watch?v=JXPBVBztkiw
Show: Life with Derek
Rated: T, just in case
Pairings: Dasey, maybe Lizwin (please vote for whether you want it or not)
Summary: "You know, there is an old, Japanese proverb about a pig and a pearl," Mr. Sugimura said, appearing suddenly. Derek jumped at the sound of his voice and gave him a confused look, "What?" Mr. Sugimura sat next to Derek on the outside steps, "Think about it. If you had a pearl that you didn't always appreciate, but then suddenly one day, it was gone. Wouldn't you miss it?" Derek's eyebrows scrunched together, "What about the pig?" "What pig?"
When Nora and George want to get away for the holidays, they send Derek, Casey, Edwin, Lizzie, and Marti off to a distant, unheard-of, Japanese uncle that lives in Hawaii. The uncle turns out to be a bit wackier and stranger than expected. Is this uncle really out of his mind, or does he see something that the elder siblings don't?
"I still don't understand why you have to dress like that," Lizzie mumbled to Edwin. They had been separated from Casey and Derek and were sitting with Marti, two rows ahead.
"You know my clothes are gnarly," he said, grinning down at his Hawaiian-flower print shirt and khaki Bermuda shorts.
"Please . . . never say that again. And if you're going to wear sandals, please do something about your toes first!" Lizzie added in disgust, glancing down at Edwin's brown sandals.
"Whatever, Liz," Edwin said, shaking his head, but smiling all the while at her. She smiled despite the clothing issue. "So, do you think Derek and Casey are getting along?" Edwin asked after a couple of moments.
"I wouldn't be surprised if she has already jettisoned him out of the plane already," Lizzie replied, causing both to giggle.
"Yeah," he agreed their laughing dying down. They were both silent for a moment before turning to Lizzie, "Are you nervous about meeting this uncle of yours?"
Lizzie nodded her head slowly, "I guess. I mean, I've never heard of him. How do we really know if we're going to where they really say we are going? Maybe we're being put up for adoption! Oh, no, Edwin!"
Edwin gave a small pat on Lizzie's shoulder to calm her down. She was more like Casey than he realized. Edwin had opened his mouth to consol her with comforting words before being cut off by his younger sister.
"Adopted?" Marti squeaked out, her face drooping into such a fashion that made Edwin want to bawl his heart out.
"No, Marti. We're not being put up for adoption. We'll be back home before you know it," he said, smiling. Marti, feeling so much better, went back to whispering to Sir Monks-a-lot.
Edwin rolled his eyes in haste and leaned into Lizzie, lowering his voice to just about a whisper, "Never mention the word 'adoption' ever again."
Lizzie gave a curt nod and replied, "Right."
"You're hogging the arm rest," Casey growled, smashing her arm into Derek's. "Move over some, God!" She had been fighting Derek for the past hour, trying to get the arm rest. The old, sleeping man on the other side of her was already hogging that one.
"Could you shut up, Case? Ever since my iPod died thirty minutes ago, all I've been hearing is "give me the arm rest, you jerk!" and "God, you're so selfish!" and "De-rek!", He imitated, becoming even more irritated. "Can't you just you know, discreetly shove your arm onto that old geezer's arm rest?"
Casey rolled her eyes and stopped shoving. Maybe I should give it a try, she thought. She brought her arm over, looking the other way and wedged it ever so slightly on to the arm rest. She stopped and glanced over to see the old man still sleeping and sighed. She moved a little further, hoping to disturb him subconsciously and he'll flip to the other side of the seat.
But, the next time Casey scooted her arm over further, she felt a hand grip tightly around her wrist. Her eyes went wide as they slowly shifted to the old, not-so-sleeping man. "You've messed with the wrong soldier, buddy! I've been in the marines for ten years! You're not winning, Korea, you are not winning!" He growled. "Go, USA! Go, USA!" He said louder, causing Derek to look over. Derek was concerned and amused at the sight. Casey was – well – out of shock, but was in a state of horror, now.
She leaned towards Derek. "Help me," she squeaked out of the corner of her mouth, but the old man caught the movement.
"What secret code word was that?! Are you bombing us now? Are you?!" He nearly screeched, causing even more attention. He was a couple of inches from Casey's face now, giving a death glare.
Obviously, the old cook had a few screws loose from the Korean War. Casey just opened her mouth to reply, but a little squeak came out.
Thank heavens that an attendant saw what was going on and ordered a few, tall men to come and take the crazy man to the back of the plane. Once the man was gone – his hand print still red on Casey's arm – she let out a sigh of relief.
"Is it just me, or is this whole plane full of cooks?" She asked Derek, feeling weary.
"I think so, Case."
– To George's and Nora's plane –
"Are you sure this was a good idea?" Nora asked George, wringing her hands. George sighed and placed his hand on hers, stroking it.
"I'm sure, Nora. Hakuna Matata," he said with a smile. "I bet everything is going great. They're probably having fun right about now!"
– Back to the rest of the crew –
"Ow! Let go of my hair!" Marti cried, running away from a little boy – one that just wouldn't leave her alone.
They were in the room for their layover now – or they had been there for about an hour so far and just two more hours to go! They had been thankful to be off that dreaded plane, but now they were wishing that they were back on – with May and her brat – Bubba – of a son, and that crazy, old man! It was boring. They had been excited about seeing that they could play video games, but their hopes soon died down when they realized that the only game there was Pong – what? Were we stuck in the Mesozoic Era?
Edwin and Lizzie were on their thirtieth round.
Casey was excited about seeing a small book shelf in the corner and quickly rushed over to it, but quickly left when she saw that most were faded, one was – or at least she thought – in Romanian, and one was an old book from The Harding Sanitarium – the initial book to turn her off.
Marti had been just fine with playing with Sir Monks-a-lot, and was even more thrilled a small boy near her age showed up – until he started being mean to her.
Derek – well – he was having his sweet time flirting with the little boy's older sister. Casey shook her head in disgust as she saw him come up to her and take a seat, giving her his 'winning' smile.
"Hey," he drawled. "How are you?" She giggled and hit his arm playfully. "So, I'm Derek. And you are?"
"The name's Taylor," she said – her voice surprisingly lower than her giggle – it almost made Casey questioned if she were really a she. Derek, of course, just saw the beautiful legs clad in a tiny mini-skirt, and was ready to jump her. Which, of course, was probably what he was ready to do when Taylor beaconed him into the bathroom with her.
Casey fell off her tiny chair in laughter as Derek came running out of the bathroom, screaming. Apparently, Taylor was the little boy's older brother. Knew it! Casey thought. Derek sent death glares her way as Taylor came out of the bathroom looking rather upset.
"You tell no one," Derek mouthed to Casey, as she continued laughing at his remorse.
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