At
long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're
just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
Casey Cartwright was a perfectionist. This fact was well known around the CRU campus and helped explain why she was standing, frowning at a piece of paper on the bulletin board in the campus quad. Every once in a while, she would adjust the piece, trying to make sure the flamingo pink paper was, well, perfect. As she was making one last tweak to the advertisement, she felt a warm breath next to her ear.
"Hey Cap," she greeted the Kappa Tau currently invading her space.
"Hey yourself. So what song are you thinking of while you make that poster perfect?" Casey looked down and noticed for the first time that her foot was tapping to some imaginary beat.
"I don't know," she answered truthfully, still waiting for Cappie to come out from behind her. She wasn't comfortable talking to the bulletin board. Not that she was necessarily uncomfortable either. Though their current proximity could be considered compromising, neither moved from their spot.
"Mind if I guess?" he asked in a playful tone.
"Why not," she replied, noticing the paper was still slightly off, yet making no move yet to change it. She was rather curious to what he would guess for her song choice.
"Let's see, you're a sorority girl, so you've got to luuuuve Justin Timberlake. Was it, Sexy Back?"
"No!" she replied, nose wrinkling slightly as she giggled at his answer.
"Okay, okay, one more try! Hmm, so nothing too girly and I know you're no heavy metal fan. How bout country? Did you have Before He Cheats stuck in your head?"
"Cappie," she warned, picking up on the barb against Evan.
"Okay, last one! You're a bit old fashioned," he said starting to hum slowly. Casey recognized the tune. "Pardon the way that I stare, there's nothing else to compare, the sight of you leaves me weak, there's no more words left to speak..." Casey gulped as he started to sing softly. Somehow his hands were now resting softly on her hips as he worked his way through the verse. "But if you feel like I feel, please let me know that it's real, you're just too good to be true..." She was ready for a cappie-style, theatrical finish, but instead he leaned even closer and just barely whispered "Can't take my eyes off of you".
"Was that it?" he asked as he pulled his head back, still leaning scandalously close.
"Cap," she breathed. Casey struggled to gather her thoughts out of the mush he had left her brain in.
"Well, the poster looks great, Case," He replied, pulling away before his hurt showed any more.
"Yea," Casey said quietly (and sadly) to herself, "perfect."
Casey Cartwright was a perfectionist.
This story was inspired by -TheSingingBlob- 's story for the psych fanfiction area.
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