Okay, for those of you who read my stories, I realize I have another Greek story that is unfinished. But, I got this idea and had to write it! Hope you like it! Read and Review!

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I stood in the lobby of my hotel, sad. An unbearable sadness enveloped me. I couldn't help it. If I was going to be completely, 100 honest with myself, the kiss with Cappie was amazing. For a short amount of time, I felt complete and I felt like I did freshman year; I felt happy, complete, and carefree. It all came crashing down when we heard about Rebecca's dad, though. And once again, if I was going to be honest, I felt bad, no, terrible for Rebecca.

Just not enough to want to give up my kiss with Cappie.

I know, I know, that was selfish of me. But the feeling I felt when Cappie kissed me made me want to be selfish. I hated being like this. I should get over Cappie, and let him be with Rebecca. That's what my mind was saying.

My heart decided to be all conflicting and confusing and tell me otherwise.

I wanted to run after Cappie and tell him to meet me after he helped Rebecca. Instead, I walked to the beach. I sat down to watch the sunrise and think about love and mushy things. Ashleigh walked over to me telling me about her Hot monster, or whatever she called him. I felt bad. Poor Ash, who was the greatest girl I knew, couldn't get a decent boyfriend. When she thinks she found someone, they're either gay, a jerk, or she loses them! We had a heart to heart, and then I suggested skinny-dipping. "Come on Ash, please?" I pouted.

She obliged. "Okay, let's go!" We jumped up, running towards the ocean stripping all the way.

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Ten minutes later, we were freezing. "Come on, Case, I'm freezing."

I nodded, shivering. We looked to where our random pile of clothes were supposed to be, but they were gone. "Ash… where are our clothes?"



She screamed when she didn't see anything sitting anywhere. "Oh my God! Someone took our clothes!"

I started laughing. I couldn't help it. Everything just piled up, like Cappie and I's kiss, our almost date, our skinny dipping and our clothes being stolen. Ash looked at me like I was insane. And maybe I was. I mean, here I was, sitting in the ocean with the sun coming up, naked, and I didn't have any clothes. "Case, I don't know what is wrong with you, but I think you've lost it!" she said. "We need to find some clothes, quick.

I abruptly stopped laughing when I saw two familiar shapes walking towards us. "Evan… and Franny?" I whispered.

Ashleigh's head whipped over to where I was looking. "Oh, Case, are you okay?"

I started laughing again. "Yeah! I'm actually fine, Ash! I'm just… surprised, that's all."

She nodded, then said, "Okay, maybe Evan has two shirts on we could wear. Luckily we weren't dumb enough to not bring our bathing suit bottoms with us. Evan!" she yelled, waving her arms in the air.

He looked at us, then jogged over. I could see fear and a little bit of anger, written all over his face. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"We went skinny dipping, and then some stupid idiot stole our clothes. So, we were hoping you had two shirts on. That we could, you know… borrow?" Ash asked.

Evan looked at me like I was insane. I just shrugged. He shook his head and took off his shirt. Then he took off a second shirt, which I was incredibly grateful for. He mouthed my thank-you, Evan nodded, and he and Franny took off, laughing (I assumed at Ash and I) the whole way.

Ashleigh and I covered ourselves and ran to where Evan set down his shirts. We threw them on and fell into the sand laughing hysterically.

Boy was I ever glad to have a best friend at times like these.



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Okay, so if you've seen the season finale (which you better have if you're reading this, because some of it comes form the episode) then you know that Rebecca is, well, alone when Cappie goes in her room. I changed that, because, honest to God, I thought Cappie was going to go in there and find her with some other guy. So, here it is, hope you like...

I slowly made my way up to Rebecca's suite. I was having mixed feelings. On one hand, the kiss with Casey was all I could have been hoping for. On the other hand, I knew I had to be there for Rebecca, especially now. Just like when I told Casey about Rebecca and I dating, she put up her fake front saying she was fine with it, and she didn't care and that the kiss meant nothing. The only difference was, we both knew she was lying this time.

I knew Casey and I hadn't gotten over what we used to be freshman year. It was still there. The secret looks, the stolen kisses, the random laughter. Yes, we were friends, but there was something else, and now we both knew it. We couldn't hide it anymore, but now, we had to. We didn't have a choice, not with Rebecca's dilemma now.

When I arrived at Rebecca's room, I didn't even knock. I just walked in to find her in her bed, her limbs tangled with the sheet that was barely covering her. She had on a white button up shirt, that was way too big for her. It didn't really click until it was too late, though. I walked over to Rebecca's bed and sat on the edge, slowly stroking her hair. I felt terrible for what was happening to her, I really did. Suddenly, there was stirring from behind Rebecca. A light turned on, and I jumped off the bed, as if it had suddenly caught fire. A strange face was staring back at me, one I didn't recognize. "Who are you?" the face asked me groggily.

I shrugged and shook my head saying, "I have no idea." Then I turned on my heel and started to walk out of the room.



Rebecca's voice stopped me, though, before I could get too far. "I'm sorry Capp," was all she said.

I turned around to face her and said, "Don't be. Because if you're sorry, then I have to be too." I left it at that, giving her a kiss on the forehead, and leaving her room before she could process what I had said.

I walked back to the motel we KT's were staying in. When I got there, the sun had just risen, and it made me think of Casey. Bad Capp, I silently scolded myself. She wasn't the one I should be thinking about, not so soon after Rebecca and I broke up. When I got to my room I was sharing with Wade and Beaver, I expected some kind of female to be in bed with one of them. I was wrong though; they were both asleep in their own respectable beds, alone. I chuckled quietly, before climbing into my bed to try and sleep myself.

It was useless though. Thoughts of Rebecca and Casey and our kiss just kept running though my head. I was feeling restless, so I went out onto the balcony (Yes, our grungy little motel had a tiny balcony that could fit one chair, sort of) with a piece of paper and a pen, prepared to write Rebecca a letter.

Rebecca-

I understand this is probably not how you want to be communicating, but it's the only way I can talk to you right now. I'm far from pissed. You're in a shitty situation, and that sucks. But I can't help you. I can be there if you need someone to talk to, but if I know you, you won't let me in anyways, so it doesn't really matter, does it? You said I was beneath you, and while you were drunk and upset, you still said it. Someone once told me that booze was like a truth potion. So, you obviously think I'm beneath you, which is fine; I think I'm beneath you too. You were right. I can't get over my ex. I never will either, and no one can seem to handle that, not even me. I guess we're both in a shitty place right now. But, I can not help you through this, not in the boyfriend sense, anyways. I can be your friend, but that's all. I'm 

sorry, Rebecca, I really am. Some day, I hope you forgive me, and some day, I hope you and Casey don't hate each other, but then again, that's like asking me and Chambers to metaphorically, "kiss and make up", and I'll never be able to do that, so I guess I'll understand if you and Case don't do that either.

I guess I'm done rambling. Oh, yeah, one more thing. Don't turn into who Casey was Sophomore year. I mean, don't let ZBZ be the only important thing in your life. There's a life outside of the Greek system, and sometimes it's easy to lose sight of that, but don't.

Shit, I got a little too insightful in this letter. Anyways, Rebecca, good luck in what you do. I know you'll be pretty kick ass in whatever it is you decide to do. So, good luck, and find love with someone who isn't still hung up on his ex, okay?

-Cappie

I sighed. The letter was good, damn good if I was being honest, so it wasn't that. I just hoped this didn't all backfire and explode in my face. I sadly shook my head and put the letter in an envelope, which I got form the front desk of the motel. I was still restless, so I walked back to Rebecca's room. I slipped the letter under her door and turned on my heel, finally ready to head back to my room and maybe try to get an hour or two of sleep.

So, that was just like a little pre-chapter to show you guys what Cappie and Casey are thinking and show how I think the finale should have ended. The next chapter will be basically all my ideas. I hope you guys liked it, and will like it! Review, because they keep me typing!

-xoxo, Sonya