|Dear Fill in the Blank Here
Author: hyper13 PM
What happens when Derek goes snooping in Casey's room and finds an envelope of letters.Rated: Fiction K - English - Derek V. & Casey M. - Chapters: 9 - Words: 10,292 - Reviews: 43 - Favs: 45 - Follows: 25 - Updated: 05-15-12 - Published: 08-10-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6226853
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own LWD, but if I did it would not be on Disney channel. Somehow I don't think parents would be okay with Dasey… so it would go on a different channel and there would definitely be Dasey. Enough of my rants. Oh and they might be a little OOC sorry :/
"Casey." I said barging into her room prepared, as always, to find something to annoy her about. But then I remembered she was out with Emily for the day. "Well, she's not here seems like a perfect time to snoop." I whispered quietly. Maybe I could finally find her diary. How is it that her diary is the only thing she can manage to hide well. I checked all her usual hiding places for personal belongings and still I couldn't find it. So I decided to search her desk.
"Nothing, where in the world could she be hiding it?" As I was arriving to the thought that she probably hid her diary outside of her room I found a manila envelop in one of her clothing drawers. It looked personal so I looked inside and found it stuffed with paper. A lot of paper. Seeing as it would take awhile to sort through I grabbed it and ran out the door with barely a bye to my dad and Nora. I drove to a parking lot that had plenty of lights, in case it got dark, and began to read. Luckily for me they were all dated.
Dear fill in the blank here (I'm really not sure how to address this letter),
Paul suggested I try this. I doubt it will do me much good, but here goes. I am going to try writing you a letter, a letter that you will never read of course, about everything I feel. I doubt it will make our fights any less frequent but it will certainly make my side less, well I don't know what really. Maybe I should start with the letter.
You infuriate me more than any living being I have ever met. How is it possible, you who seem so simple minded, can challenge me to such lengths. And the amount of though and effort you put into your pranks. If only you put that into your school work, but that's beside the point. I really can't stand you. On so many levels. We argue constantly and sometimes it's about nothing and then after those arguments I don't know what to feel anymore. And half way through most of our fights I don't even know why we're mad anymore.
As if the fights don't make my head spin all the way around, then there are times you actually do something nice and I'm even more confused. I even try to be nice back, and you turn it into an insulting match, like you're afraid of being civil. Maybe you are. I have to end this letter now, you just got home from another one of your dates. You know the blonde brainless dimwits you attract, what they see in you I'll never know. But anyway you will be in my room as soon as George makes you stop making out on the front porch and you'll be up here to laugh it up about how I'm home alone on a Friday night. Then you will brag about your date and someone will get insulted it will turn into yet another argument. Actually I'm kind of looking forward to it.
P.S. Maybe this unsent letter thing has actually helped
I read the letter again and smirked. I didn't realize how much of an effect I really had on her. My life is so much more productive then I realized. And now to move on to the next letter.
Dear fill in the blank here ,
I can't believe I'm writing another letter, yet here I am… I hate you. Maybe I don't but at the moment I kind of feel that I do. Another relationship ruined, thanks to you. And sadly you didn't do anything directly this time. Apparently I talk about you too much, I could imagine that smirk sliding onto your face if you ever saw that, but it isn't how you think. I complain about how much you annoy me, how sick you make me, I complain about all the little stunts you pull. The pranks, the arguments, and somehow even when you don't try to ruin my relationship, you still do. It makes me sick. You, make me sick.
You know what makes me hate you more. The fact that you are almost constantly in my mind. I close my eyes and something you have done that day crosses my mind and that smirk on your face fills up my head. It is so sad. It is sad how aware of you I am. I can feel your presence when you walk into the living room. Even when you're quiet, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up like I've been electrified. Paul says, well never mind what Paul said. As a matter of face forget what Paul said. He doesn't know the whole story so he has no right to make that leap. I shudder to recall it. As a matter of fact he never said it. It no longer happened. It is completely erased from my mind. Back to how I hate you.
I hate that you have to find something to annoy me daily. I think you get a little thrill out of our arguments. I do admit they do get a little… intense. Especially when you move in close and glare at me with those brown eyes. You try to hide it but there is a lot of emotion in there.
I'm sick of this subject. I'm sick of you. I'm sick of this letter. Farewell.
This time I didn't want to read it twice. It was honestly a little hurtful. She hated me? I know we argue and I pull pranks but I didn't realize she hated me. I pulled out the next letter a little afraid to read it, especially when I realized it was written the same day.
I pulled out the next letter a little afraid to read it, especially when I realized it was written the same day.
Okay so maybe I don't hate you. And surprisingly you haven't actually done anything recently that was nice or un-you like. I just realized it was wrong to say I hate you when I don't. But there is definitely some dislike… on both ends. But I could never hate you. Sometimes I kind of admire you. You do have a charisma and somehow people just flock to you and you have great leadership skills, when you want to. But whatever. I felt that I had to say I don't hate you.
As always, me.
I had to smile a little at that one. She admires me? Well actually of course she does. I'm Derek Venturi after all. And I do have to admit that there are qualities about her that I admire as well. Although I would never say that out loud. Just the way she gets so passionate about things gets me fired up. That's part of the reason I argue with her, to see her get passionate and flustered. It's sexy.
Wait a minute that thought did not just enter my head. I shake it a little bit to try and clear it when my phone rings. It's Sam.
"Hey, man what's up?" I ask, eager for a distraction.
"Nothing much, about to hit the mall. Wanna come?" I thought about it and as much as I wanted to get the previous thoughts out of my head I really wanted to continue reading.
"Maybe next time." We said our good byes and I got off the phone. I decided that as good as it had sounded earlier, reading in the car was not a good idea. I drove home ran up to my room, and started playing what is known as my angry music. This usually keeps anyone from coming in. But just in case I did lock the door. Finally settled in, I pulled out the next letter.
Okay so this is my first LWD fanfic, and I'm hoping I had a good start. Have a lovely day