Disclaimer: I don't own Sammy Keyes. Or Creep Show.
--DJ Booth--
"Are you having fun?" Casey asked, as we danced to Creep Show by Kerli.
"Of course!" I said, laughing, "You keep asking, how about this, if I'm having a bad time, I'll tell you, ok?" I smiled.
"Does that mean you'll never tell me how you're feeling?" he asked.
"Pretty much," I smiled.
This wasn't my first date with Casey; we've been dating since the beginning of my freshman year, and we would hang out all the time.
Then, Marissa came over to me and said, "Hey, come with me to the bathroom." It was a statement, not a question; Marissa strictly lived by 'The Girl Code' now, since she believes that not enough girls live by it. That was rule number 15 – Thou shall not go to a bathroom by herself, or something like that.
"Sure," I replied, handing Casey my drink (alcohol free, thank you very much) "I'll be right back, ok?"
Just then, One Is The Loneliest Number came on, and we both chuckled.
He nodded, and took my drink, sipping it, "Eww… what is this?"
"The world may never know!" I sung, as I grabbed Marissa's hand and walked towards the bathroom.
"Okay, hurry up, I have a date to get back to" I said, dropping her hand and pushing her in the direction of the stalls.
"Sure, but wait for me, alright," she said, pushing open a door, and surveying the stall, then, walking in.
"Wouldn't dare of it. Wouldn't that be going against Girl Code?" I said, smoothing out my hair, so it laid flat again.
It took her a while, but Marissa came out of the stall, and started to apply more lip gloss.
"Marissa," I said, "I gotta go, Casey's waiting…"
"Fine," she sighed, dejectedly.
"Fine, I'll wait!" I gave in, "Hurry!"
She smiled her evil little self- satisfied smile. "Ok, I'm done, let's go."
We walked back into the teen club (it's called Purple Nothing's, in case you were wondering.) and Casey was talking to Nick, Marissa's date (she's moved on from Danny) and ands snatched him away, back onto the dance floor.
There was a bit of a commotion after they left, not from them though.
"What's happening?" I said, tiptoeing in my yellow Harajuku Lovers high tops, (from Marissa for my birthday)
"Microphone check?" some scrawny kid, who looked about Casey's age, spoke into the microphone.
"Oh, God," I muttered to Casey, "He's not going to do poetry, is he?"
He smiled, "They're gonna skin him alive."
"I've seen you around town,
Seen you with your friends,
Seen how you solve your problems,
How no one can ever get you down,
I couldn't have you any different,
Nothing for you to change,
I love you more than the birds and bees,
I love you so much Sammy Keyes"
A/N-Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!! Thanks Lola(h) (I love writing your name like that) she gave me the wonderful idea to write this story. You guys thought that it was gonna be Casey who said 'I love you Sammy Keyes' HAH! Twisty twisty. So, you guys need review, ok? Or I'll stop writing!!! (JK) but still, keep reviewing, ok, love you all.
Peace and Peas,
NO LONGER CONTAGiOUS
