Disclaimer: I don't own Life With Derek or the song "Rag Doll" by Frankie Vallie and the Four Tops. Just a song fic for my fans!

Rag Doll

When she was just a kid her clothes were hand-me-down

They always laughed at her when she came into town

A beautiful brunette little girl dressed in an old dress was walking down the sidewalk into town. The other children were laughing at her and making fun of her, except one dark-haired little boy. The girl was sad, though she tried hard to not show how much it hurt her to hear the nickname.

Called her, "rag doll, little rag doll." The children sang…

"Mommy, who's that girl?" 5 year old Derek Venturi asked his mother. She looked a little worried before telling him the girl's name. With a frown, she answered his question.

"That's Casey McDonald. She lives on the edge of town with her family. They are very poor and I don't want you to have anything to do with her, you hear me?" His mother didn't like the McDonald's because she thought they were beneath her. She didn't want her eldest son associating himself with the girl, who could possibly be trouble.

Such a pretty face should be dressed in lace

"Mommy, can we get her a new dress, instead of getting those new jeans? I think she needs clothes more than I need clothes." Derek asked his mother. His eyes met Casey's only for a second, she smiled slightly. He thought she had such a pretty face. But his mother wouldn't relent.

I'd change her sad rags into glad rags if I could

My folks won't let me 'cause they say that she's no good

"She's a rag doll, such a rag doll," the children continued as the little girl walked.

"Can I please have the money for my jeans while you shop?" Derek asked his mother, she told him no. He sighed, unhappy that his mother wouldn't be nice to the girl who needed kindness more than anything. He wanted to buy her a pretty dress so badly. He decided then and there, he would marry that little rag doll; no matter what his parents or anyone else said.

Though I love her so, I can't let her know

Fifteen years later…

Derek Venturi sat outside the church in his hometown. He was about to marry his rag doll. It took a long time for his mother to let him even be Casey's friend. Once they became best friends in middle school, he asked her out in high school. And, after college, he was marrying her. He vowed to pay for everything, including her dress…

"I told you I'd get you a dress made of lace one day." He told her as he handed it to her. She blushed and smiled, then took her beautiful new dress to change in to. He promised her he'd never let her go and had told her since middle school,

I love you just the way you are…

Even though they still called her Rag Doll, she was his…forever.

A/N: If you have never heard this song, I recommend you listen to it as you are reading this, or at least after you're done. Hope you all enjoy it! : )