So, watching these recent episodes, I feel that the CC relationship lacks something. Everything. It is boring, repetitive and there is no drama. So is the rest of this season. So, in hopes of some interesting episodes coming up, I'm going to spruce this show up, with some serious drama. BTW I know it's under CC as the couple, but it really involves everyone. That is just the main idea. REVIEW PLEASE! Haha! This is my third Greek story. Don't read my first one though. It is the first fanfiction I ever wrote and it stinks. Seriously.
Disclaimer: Obviously, I own none of this. Would the episodes suck if I did? I don't think so!
"Cappie" Casey growled, trying to keep some sense of calm in her voice, "You don't get it. I am not going to waste my time with someone who refuses to graduate!"
Cappie rolled his eyes. This was their fifth fight this week and things were just getting worse and worse.
"Case, I'm not saying I won't graduate. I'm just saying, not now. I don't want a major! I want to enjoy college!" Cappie argued back, slamming his hand on his desk, sending a multitude of various moldy items flying across the room.
"Cap, you have spent the past four years enjoying college! I hate to break it to you, but you are not going to get anywhere in life partying! Especially not with me! I'm not throwing my life away for you"
"I didn't ask you to! Go to law school in Australia if you want to! We can make this work!" Cappie urged, staring hopefully into Casey's eyes.
"No." Casey said quietly, no humor or hope in her eyes. Just resignation.
"What does that mean?" Cappie questioned slowly, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.
"It means, you have to decide now. Cap, right now you play a huge roll in where I go to college. That's a fact. Whether you want me to factor you in or not, while we are in a relationship you matter. But, if I'm going to factor you in, I need to know we have a future. Not a partying, having fun future. A real future, with jobs, and a house. And if you can't start working towards that at all, I'm done. I'm not factoring you in. You and I are done." Casey felt her voice break slightly at the end, but she felt she had made her point clear. She looked into Cappie's eyes and saw the heartbreak and desperation in them.
"Case…" He whispered brokenly, "I can't let you go." Casey smiled hopefully.
"So, will you declare a major? Not even declare one, but really put effort into looking for one? If you can pick a major by the end of this year, that's all I ask,"
"Case, I don't know if I want to graduate though. I don't want a future with careers or a house. I want fun and excitement. Parties, drinking, fun!" Cappie cheered in a broken voice. Casey felt her heart fall out of her chest, and onto the floor in a million pieces. Her vision was obscured by tears.
"Then, I guess you know my answer," Casey stated, still not believing this could really be happening.
"Casey no!" Cappie whispered, and for the first time ever, Casey saw a tear quietly slip down his face.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, walking past him towards the door. She let her hand lightly brush his arm. It lingered there for a moment, as if debating whether it should resist the magnetic pull it felt towards Cappie, but fell against Casey's side, sending a wave of realization through her. They were done. Casey felt a wave of tears flood through her and she walked out the door.
"Case…" A voice called from the room, saturated with tears and pain. Casey just shook her head, and walked away from door. Away from love.
Sitting on a stool at Dobler's, Casey sucked away at the remnants of her Bloody Mary. Her third Bloody Mary.
"Another one!" Casey declared drunkenly to the nearest bartender, "And make it stronger!" The bartender rolled his eyes.
"How are you getting home? Because if you're driving, no way in hell are you getting another one," the bartender declared, looking severely at Casey.
"No, I'm walking. Who put the pole up your ass?" Casey grumbled, attempting to twirl her straw in her hands but letting it fall on the floor instead, "See. That is like my relationships. They all just die." Casey stomped her boot on the straw, "and then that happens" Casey grabbed her glass and threw it on the straw, watching it shatter into pieces, "And then my heart does that,"
"Okay that's it. Out. You're done," the bartender ordered, pointing to the door.
"Fine," Casey muttered, grabbing her bag and wobbling towards the door. She tripped on the stairs, and landed face first into the door, which pushed it open, landing her on the sidewalk. Casey pushed herself, but quickly bent back down to puke in some bushes. After about 5 minutes of that, she wiped her mouth and straightened up.
"Dumb bartender, he's not the boss of me," Casey grumbled, staggering into the street. Suddenly, a blindingly bright pair of lights came swerving around the corner. Casey glanced up to see a black car skidding in front of her. By the time she processed the scene, the car had already made contact with Casey, and she crumpled, broken, onto the street.