Okay, for all of you readers out there who have been reading my story, 'Wanderers', I am experiencing severe writers' block. May someone give me adivce or ideas on how I should continue? I will give credit where credit is deserved.

Okay, so this story was bubbling in my head about 4 hours ago. And I just absolutely loved the idea. If anyone else has done something similar (haven't read anything similar, that I can recall), I'm sorry and I did not steal this idea from you. I was reading 'Isn't Someone Missing Me?' and it has nothing to do with this story. So, I'm thoroughly confused as to how this idea jumped into my head by reading that story. Oh, well, you guys should read it. It's very good. Bravo to jerbils11. Okay, enough of my rambling, let's get on with the story!

By the way, POV is Casey's throughout the whole story. R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own Life with Derek or anything else that seems very familiar to you. hint hint nudge nudge

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I clapped excitedly while I read the poster of the up-coming theatre production. I so needed to try out for the leading role. I would be so good for it and besides, I love acting and the whole drama of the theatre. Emily showed up next to me, reading the poster and turning towards me with a knowing look. I looked at her excitedly and gave her a thumbs up.

"I am so nailing this role," I said, but then something horrible came to my mind. "What if I mess up in front of everyone?"

"You will do awesome, Casey. Don't worry about it," Emily said and shrugged off my worried question.

"You're right, Em. I need to stay calm, focused, collected, mellow," I stretched out the last word and took in a deep breath, closing my eyes. I was doing deep breathing to calm my crazy nerves when someone's back collided with my own. I turned around to be faced with the shaggy-haired step-brother of mine with that big smirk plastered to his cocky face.

"Hey, Space Case. You looked like you were, you know, spacing out. Again," Derek laughed and his friends behind him did, too.

"Whatever, Derek," I rolled my eyes at him and glanced at the poster. He followed my look and his smirk grew.

"Oh, Casey, Casey, Casey. See, this is why you are so uncool. Doing things like this. Trying out for the school's new, theatre production," He shook his head and looked back at me. I looked at him and rolled my eyes.

"At least I actually have the guts to get up in front of lots of people and do a play as the main character. Unlike someone I know," I looked him up and down, signalling him that he was the 'someone' I was talking about.

"I could so do it," Derek scoffed at me and I smirked.

"Oh, yeah? Hundred bucks says you wouldn't even try out for the main role and if you did you wouldn't make it all the way to the actually ending of the performance," I took a step towards him, challanging him with confidence in my voice. Derek raised an eyebrow as me.

"Oh, yeah? Is that a bet?" He challanged back. My faced dropped. Derek had always been great with bets. No matter what. I quickly brought the smirk back to my face and confidence back to my voice.

"Definitely," I shook my head and narrowed my eyes, smirking up at him.

"Shake on it, McDonald," Derek held out his hand and I took it, giving it a firm shake.

"See you later, Spacey," Derek said and turned on his heel and made his way in the opposite direction, his friends in tow. I turned back towards Emily, still smirking. Emily had a look on her face that said, "Uh-oh."

"Casey, you do know that the two main roles kiss, right?" She said to me as my face dropped. Oh, crap. I smiled reassuringly at her.

"Umm, just don't worry, Em. It's acting. It's what we have to do. And besides, Derek wouldn't even do it anyways," I said, trying to reassure her even though I hadn't myself. I looked back at the poster and read the date for auditions. It was Friday and today was Monday. I had enough time to learn my lines and I knew that Derek couldn't learn his lines by then. I was safe, perfectly safe. I hope.

"Let's go, Em. I got to get home so I can work on that new English assignment and learn my lines by Friday," I said and motioned Emily to follow me out the school and to her car.

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"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?" I was practicing my lines in my bedroom, trying to get into the role of Juliet.

"I'm right here," I jumped at the voice behind me and turned around. Derek was standing there, holding his copy of the script.

"For your information, Derek, 'wherefore' does not mean 'where'," I scoffed at him, putting my hands on my hips and scowling.

"Well, how am I suppose to know that? And what does this mean? 'Then move not, while prayer's effect I take'? It's like it's in a completely different language!" Derek put his script back down and scoffed.

"Derek, Derek, Derek, that is the line just before they kiss," I explained to him. His hands shot up in the air along with his eyebrows. He backed away a little.

"What do you mean 'kiss'? We're suppose to kiss? When did that happen?" Derek asked, thoroughly confused and a tad scared.

"Oh, don't worry about it. You won't even get the part. Hakuna matata," I smirked at him as he put on a look of mock hurt.

"I can get the part," He said with a determined look on his face. "And did you just use a line from a Disney movie?" He chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?" I asked, my eyebrows pulling in.

He opened his mouth, but then we heard my mother's voice echoing through the house, "Kids! Dinner's ready!"

Derek quickly turned on his heel and went downstairs. I put my script on my desk and went to the living room. Everyone sat down at the table as my mother put a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs in the center of the dining table. We each helped ourselves to the dinner.

"So, anything new? How was your day?" My mother asked once we started eating.

"I got an A on my science test," Lizzie said as if it was nothing out of the ordinary, which, of course, it wasn't.

"I got a B on that test," Edwin looked upset with his grade, considering he usually gets A's.

"Well, I'm going to try out for the school's new play!" I said happily to everyone.

"Oh, that's great, honey. What play is it?"

"Romeo and Juliet."

"And I assume you'll be auditioning for the role of Juliet?" My mother asked.

"Of co-"

"I'm auditioning for Romeo," Derek cut in and took a sip of his drink. George almost choked on his spaghetti. Lizzie and Edwin dropped their fork-fulls of food, mouths hanging open. Mom raised her eyebrows and looked from Derek to George. I sent him a death glare.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done to Derek?" Edwin asked after a moment.

"Ditto," Lizzie said, shaking her head. I continued with sending my evil, death glare.

"Wow, umm, Derek. I must say, that is quite, umm, a surprise," George said with his eyebrows raised at his eldest son, looking from Derek to Mom to me and back to Derek. Again, continuing with the evil, death glare here, not saying a word.

"So, you are, umm, going to be in the play, too?" Mom asked.

"Why, ye-"

"He wouldn't even be able to nail the part, Mom. May I be excused?" I gave Derek one last evil, death glare and turned towards my mother.

"Umm, sure, Casey," She replied, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Thanks, good night," I said and ran up the stairs and to my bedroom. I slammed the door shut behind me and sat down angrilly on my bed. He just had to go and ruin my news. Because him trying out for a play is way more important and 'interesting' than me trying out for one. I've done many other school plays. It's nothing new, it's just the same old, same old.

I scoffed and laid back on my bed, pretending my ceiling was Derek and sending it an evil, death glare. He just had to be the center of attention, didn't he? God, he is so narcissistic. He's so, so, so vain.

But, I smiled at the thought of Derek failing. He was not going to get that part. I mean, how could it even be possible for him, The Derek Venturi, to be able to do something that he claimed was so lame. And once he fails, he owes me a hundred bucks. Oh, I could so use that hundred bucks. Maybe, buy some news clothes and books or put it in my college fund.

I drifted off to sleep, thinking of Derek not getting the part. But, one thing crossed my mind right before I fell into unconciousness. What if Derek did get the part? How could I handle him rubbing it in my face? Better yet, how am I going to kiss him?

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So, please tell me what you think! The next chapter will be coming soon and once again, I'm having major writers' block for my other story. Please review! Thanks!