Author's Note: Just a drabble I wrote a long time ago and thought I'd post. Title comes from the song of the same name by Gin Blossoms.
Disclaimer: Do you really think I'd be writing fanfiction if I owned anything?
I am the jealous type.
I know this, I truly am. I wouldn't ever deny that. I can't stand it when the person I care about (or am screwing around with) is doing anything with someone of the opposite sex. It doesn't matter if they're not flirting or not interested at all. I get jealous. I don't like sharing; I never have.
Casey gets jealous too but she's more subtle about it. She lets most things slide. She doesn't like getting all upset over some things she knows she can't change. A part of me wishes I could be just like that but I'm not.
I don't have much patience when it comes to relationship stuff.
Casey tells me to tone down the jealousy and relax but I can't when I see guys ogling her. Right in front of me too. That's just disrespectful. She reminds me that they don't know she's with me and I know that but I can't stop myself.
I glare and pout and she just rolls her eyes.
Doesn't she get that she's the only one who makes me this way?
I am so the jealous type when it comes to Casey.