So, this is my newest Life With Derek story. It is based off of Beatles songs.

It will consist of 48 chapters, arranged by the character and then chronologically. Each chapter is the length of the song.

Dedicated to: kkbeatlesfan who recently got an account and made the Beatles CD for me!

Say, Say, Say (Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson), 3:55

"Would you get your own life?"

Derek Venturi snorts. "What? And leave your pitiful existence without the influence of a future star?"

"Are we still talking about you?"

"Wow. Snarky, Casey."

She rolls her eyes. "Jerk."

"Klutzilla."

"Derek, you kicked me out of your dorm. I thought that goodbye meant goodbye."

"Well," he wrinkles his nose. "No."

Casey MacDonald sighs. "Derek, I don't want this."

"Since when have we had a choice in the matter?"

"Uh, since we've moved out?"

"Pfft. Then I wouldn't be here, waiting for you."

She crosses her arms angrily.

"My point is, sis," he glares at her, "we don't get what we want."

"I thought, what Derek wants, Derek gets."

"You and me both, sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart," she bristles. "Derek. Just go. I'll… take a bus. Catch a train. Hitchhike. Something."

"Not a chance in he—"

"Der-ek."

"Fine. I take my final this afternoon. We can leave then."

He stares at her. "Thank you. That's all I'm here for."

"Is that so?"

"Uh, yeah. Why else would I be rubbing elbows with a keener?"

"Fine. Stay for lunch. Mayonnaise is in the fridge. And, no, Venturi, I'm not making you a sandwich."

"Your roomie already leave?"

"Last night."

Derek flops down onto the empty mattress. "Mine left as soon as his last final was over: Monday evening."

She tries to make small talk, but only succeeds in making it more awkward. "Derek. Why are you here?"

"Figured if we're going to spend the summer as roommates again, might as well start now."

"Roommates?"

"Didn't Nora tell you? My room's been renovated to Simon-central, and yours is their bedroom. Again."

"I knew they wanted to move upstairs, but I thought they were going to wait until I said they could, at least."

Derek shrugs. "All I know is, Dad brought our beds downstairs, and has been putting up another wall."

"I cannot live in the basement. There are bugs down there!"

"I know what you mean. You're gonna be there."

"Der-ek!"

He smirks. "Kidding, Casey. For now, Simon's in a crib down in the 'rents' room."

"Jerk."

"Klutzilla."

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