"Caaaaaasey… You can't hide forever, Casey. C'mon, Case, don't be such a wimp!"

Grrr. Silly boy should know that he can't hide from me. I looked up into the trees in the park. Good gosh, this dude is desperate not to go to the-

YES! He's in the tree! "Casey Acosta, outta the tree. Now!"

He cried out in a deep voice. "Pay no attention to the sexy boy hanging from a tree limb."

"Where's the sexy boy?" I joked,

"Oh, that's cruel, Keyes."

I sighed. "Casey, your dad called me. And I agree with him, one hundred percent. You're going and that's final. Stop being such a wuss and get your ass in the car."

He looked down from the tree. "I'm not gonna win this argument, am i?"

I smirked and pointed to his car. "Let's go."

He climbed down the tree with ease, his biceps flexing. Gaaaah. Don't drool, Sammy. Don't. Effing. Drool. "Okay, Sammy, you've done your good deed for the day. Go home so you can start packing for the trip. I can drive myself to the dentist, I'm a big boy."

I rolled my eyes. "Like I can trust you. I wouldn't be surprised if on the way to the dentist, you purposely crash into a fire hydrant just so you don't have to go get your tooth fixed."

He pressed his lips together to form a tight line. Fuck, he looked sexy. Curse him.

"My tooth is fine, Sammy. My dad had no right to get you involved in this."

"Casey, shut up and drive. This is the twenty-first century. Your tooth hurts, you go to the fucking dentist. There's no reason to be in pain when the problem can easily be solved." I turned to face him. "Gimme the keys."

He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"I'm not playing, Casey. I'm driving you so hand over the keys. Sorry for sounding like a bitch, Case, but it's for your own good."

He frowned. "What makes you think you're a bitch?"

I ignored him and grabbed the keys from his belt loop. I pushed past him into the driver's seat. He strode over to the passenger'sseat and when he was seated, he said to me, "If you kill my car, shit is going down."

"Is that a threat, Acosta?"

"Absolutely, Keyes."

I smirked. "Well then, that means on my tombstone, I want you to have it engraved with ISR instead of RIP."

He gave me a confused look. 'What does ISR stand for?"

"I Shall Return."

He burst out laughing. "Oh God! You would, Sammy."

I smiled. "Don't doubt me. If there is an afterlife, I'm coming back and my wrath shall rain upon you. On second thought, my wrath should rain upon you right now. Why didn't you tell me that you had a toothache? Jeez, I thought you hated me." I was frowning now.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why would I hate you? What could possibly make you think that?"

"You avoided talking to me. I thought I did something wrong." I looked at him through narrowed eyes. "And all that because you couldn't tell me that your tooth hurt and couldn't talk without some kind of pain. Jerk. I'm gonna love watching you squirm while the dentist pokes around your mouth with sharp objects."

He winced. "Thanks for the images, Sammy."

"Why're you so scared of the dentist anyway?"

He looked at me incredulously. "Sammy, the dude puts his hands in my mouth and fumbles around with sharp objects. He has some kind of objects that sucks up spit. I'm pretty sure its sucked up other people's spit too."

I tried to stifle a laugh. "Casey, they sterilize their equipment."

"Sammy, I haven't been to see him in ten years."

I was so shocked, I stomped on the brakes abruptly and the car screeched to a stop. "Ten tears? Casey, I'm making sure you go every three months now." Not that he needs it. His teeth are pearly white and his breath is minty fresh. Every time he leans in close to talk to me, I notice every inch of him.

His eyes are one of his best features. But what I really love is that mouth of his.

That smirk when he's teasing me.

That smile when he's just plain happy.

The way he laughs when I make a complete idiot of myself.

So of course I'd notice if he ever needed to go to the dentist. And he doesn't.

The sound of a loud horn snaps me out of my drooling. I turn my attention back to the road and don't look back up at Casey until we've arrived at the dentist's office.

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"Casey, calm down. The dentist hasn't even walked in yet and you're already plotting your escape. How did you get your tooth busted anyway?"

He groaned. "Heather. I was teasing her about how her boyfriend had found her thong on the floor, so she took a cheap shot at my jaw."

He leaned back in the worn out reclining type chair in the small cubicle type room. I honestly don't know what came over me.

Maybe it was the tense look in his face.

Or the way his eyes shifted, untrusting of the practice of dentistry.

Perhaps it was the way his jaw clenched, even though it caused him obvious pain.

But I sat down in his lap and wrapped my arms around his waist.

His eyes stared down at me, suddenly making me feel self-conscious. His jaw loosened up and there was a certain feeling about him. He felt more at ease even though certain doom was on the horizon for him. I stretched my neck over to his ear and whispered, "Caaaalm down, Casey. I'll be right here."

A high pitched voice came from the door.

"Aaaaaalrighty now. Who's ready to get their tooth fixed?"

Casey grimaced and immediately tensed right back up. I sighed and got up from his lap. "I guess that's my cue to leave."

He grabbed my wrist and looked at me with pleading eyes. "Sammy, I-"

The dentist interrupted him, saying, "C'mon, m'boy. You can get through this without this beautiful young lady, can't you? You're a big, strong boy. It'll be over before you know it."

Casey seemed somewhat irritated by him saying this. Hell, I'd be irritated if some dentist treated me like some kid.

"I'll be right outside, Casey. You better come out with a fixed tooth or you shall face my wrath."

I walked through the curtain and it seemed that things were going smoothly. Of course, then there was a loud crash and a high pitched voice yelling, "SHIT. You're one of them, aren't you? Miss Vanity! Bring the gas, we've got a wimp!"

The fuck? A young blond lady in white clothes rushed past me, carrying some container. She must've been the hygienist. Or anunderpaid intern.

After a few minutes, he came back out from the room and seemed to notice me there. "Are you his sister? Gawwwwd, that boy is cute. I seriously need to leave him my number."

Bitch.

I asked the blond bimbo, "Um, how old are you? Because, you do know that the guy in there is only eighteen, right?" Shit, I shouldn't have told her that he was a legal adult. Curse my dodo brain.

She snorted. "Puh-leeze. Like it matters. I'm twenty-three, but boys who are as cute as him are all the same. Ah-mazing in bed. Like this one fifteen year old, oh gawwwsh he was soo easy."

My eyes widened. "But… Casey isn't like that. In fact, he has a girlfriend."

She scoffed at me. "Girlfriend? Oh-kay then. I can get him to put his arm around me in a week, tops."

Bitch…

"So, uh. Is Casey okay?"

"He kinda freaked out when Dr. Trainwreck-"

I interrupted, "Trainwreck? That's his nickname?"

"Actually, it's his real name. He had his last name changed a few years back." Jeezus, what kind of fucked up hospital was this? Pedo hygienists, dentists with foreshadowing names…

"Dr. Trainwreck was poking around and I guess he struck a nerve or something and that cuh-uuutiee kicked him in the balls and all the equipment fell. Soooo we had to give him an anesthetic. He'll be a little loopy for a while after the dentist is done with him. Hmmm. Imma just go and write my number on his arm. TTYL…"

"He took the days for pageant, became as mad as rabbits, with bushels of bad habits, and who could ask for anymore?" My phone started ringing to Panic! at the Disco…which could only mean that Marissa was calling me.

Brigid's head popped out from behind the curtain. "Turn your phone on vibrate or you're outta here."

I gave her one of my famous death glares and answered my phone.

"Ohmygosh Sammy, aren't you just soooo excited? I mean, seriously! This is going to be the best week-long weekend EVER. Can you believe that Danny's mom is letting us use their cabin up in the woods? We're gonna have SO much fun!"

I laughed. "Marissa, it's the mountains, not the woods."

I could practically see the confused look on her face. "But-but Danny showed me pictures. There's trees and bushes and- ITS REALLYREALLY GREEN. HOW THE FUDGE COULD IT NOT BE THE WOODS?"

"Because I said so. Trust me, Marissa. It is not the woods. Trust me, I'd know. And if it was the woods, you wouldn't catch me anywhere near it."

"Oh. Well. Anyway, I think this trip will be a good way for me to sort out my feelings between Billy and Danny."

I groaned. "Ughh. Marissa, can you just pick Billy and make all of our lives easier?"

I truly do not see why Marissa is even debating this. Ever since Danny got some girl pregnant two years ago and left her, he's been known as the ultimate player. No girl would even look at him, not even the whores. So since he's he's treated like the plague, he's been going after the one girl who would never turn her back on him.

Marissa.

But the thing is, Billy likes Marissa. And I know for a fact like Marissa likes Billy. But the thing is, that she's so… dedicated to Danny. She's like his personal fangirl. (A/N: *COUGH*CAMMIACS*COUGH*)

So she can't decide between Danny and Billy. And I'm so fucking sick of it. Don't get me wrong, I love Marissa like my sister, but I can't stand how she's going after a dead-beat dad.

"Well, we're all going to be stuck with each other for the week, and I promised them that I'd make my decision by the end of the week. And… Sammy, I need a favor. Casey's already agreed to it and I just need you to. And before you say no, don't forget all the things you dragged me into."

"Fiiiiiiiiiine. What is it? I swear to God, Marissa, if it has anything to do with Twilight, I shall place you in a Saw movie."

"The thing is, the cabin only has two bunk beds which means four single beds. Danny and Billy hate each other, I have back problems, Danny says that two boys sleeping in the same bed is gay, so-"

I summed up what she obviously wanted me to do. "You want me to share a bed with Casey."

"THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU SAMMY. You won't regret this. Oh and Danny said that he'll pick you and Casey up from Casey's place after you drive Casey back from his appointment. And I'm absolutely sure that Casey is looking forward to tonight."

I raised an eyebrow. "What the hell with the double meanings, Marissa? You said Casey's name about four times." I narrowed my eyes at the phone as if she could see me.

"Uhhmmm. Okaybyeseeyalater." She hung up. If looks could kill… -_-

"Ah, Miss Keyes, is it?" The dentist stepped out from behind the curtain. " Your friend here is finished. He'll be a little out of it for a while. I kinda OD'd on the gas. That kid's a fighter."

I joked, "That tends to happen when you spend too much time with me."

"Yes, well, you can wait with him inside until he's lucid enough to leave."

I walk inside and sit on the low dentist stool. And on his arm is a number written with a sparkly purple pen.

(Brigid's phone number) ;) Call for a good time

I just glare at it for a few seconds before grabbing a napkin and wetting it under the sink's faucet and scrubbing away the slut's number. Okay, fine. Maybe I'm just a leeeettle bit possessive even though we're not going out. Can you blame me?

"Mmm… Saaaaaammmyyyy? Ohhh hiiiiiiii. I'm a big boy." I look up to see a very loopy eighteen year old.

I can't help but laugh. "You look good, Case. How's the pain?"

"Psshhhhh, I'm fiiiiiiine. I want cream cheese."

"Excuse me?"

"I. Want. Cream cheese. It tastes gooooood. But I bet yoouuutaste better."

I'm going to pretend that a high Casey isn't a total pervert…

As if he could read my mind, he said, "I'm not a pervert, Saammy. I wanna kiss you. Don't you want to kiss me too?"

I really hope he doesn't remember this conversation later. "Why would you want to kiss me, Casey?"

"He smiled a Billy smile. A loopy, fun-loving, smile. "Becaaauuuuse you're soooo nice and funny. I liiike you. You look pretty too. Veeeery pretty."

I smiled. I'm really starting to like Loopy Casey. "How pretty?"

"Veeeeeryyyy pretttyyyy. I love your eyes."

I finished scrubbing all traces of sparkly pen off his arm and looked at him. "Why my eyes?"

"They sparkle. But not like a gay vampire. Like the stars. You're prettier than the stars."

"Are you sure about that? We're going to see a lot of stars this week in the mountains."

He smiled. "I knoooow. I'm glad that you agreed to sleep in the same bed as me."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? You heard me on the phone with Marissa? I thought you were knocked out…?"

"Shhhhh, I wasn't. The evil dentist thought I was. But I'm sooohaaappy that you'll be in the same bed as me for the whoooooleweek."

"Casey, you're starting to sound like an obsessed Miley Cyrus fan."

He frowned with his eyes closed. "But you're prettier than that Miley girl. And besiiiiiides, you look peaceful when you sleep."

"Forget it, you're not a Miley fan, you're a freaking Edward Cullen."

He laughed. "Noooo, I just like the way your hair smells. Now I can smell it all night while you sleep."

I joked, "Casey, you sound verrrry cheesy when you're high offaanesthetic."

Casey looked dead serious for a moment when he asked me, "Sammy, do you even like me?" His expression seemed like he was lucid, but he had slurred his words which told me he was still a little loopy.

"More than you'll ever know, Casey." Yeah, I sounded like I swallowed a Twilight book but it's not like he'll remember this conversation. But I do intend to bring this up…

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"SHIT. MOTHERFUCKER. FUCK. HOLY HELL. NEVER AGAIN AM I GOING BACK TO THAT HELLHOLE."

I chided Casey, "Oh, calm down, you big baby. It's only supposed to hurt for another hour, tops."

He moaned in pain. "Fuck. Hey, anything interesting happen in the waiting room?"

"You could say that. There was this little six year old fighting with his older sister. I think she was twelve or something. He got his tooth taken out and was asking his other sister how much the tooth fairy would give him. The younger sister told him there was no such thing as the tooth fairy. And then the little boy told her there was no such thing as Jacob Black and then the girl jumped him. That little six year old was putting up a good fight."

He gave me a puzzled look. "What was the older sister doing? She didn't try to break up the fight?"

"No. She was reading some book called Nevermore. She was in the middle of the book and started yelling at it…"

"O-kay… what was she yelling?"

I smirked. "I quote, 'DYLAN YOU ASSHOLE, STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MAX BEFORE I RIP YOUR APPENDIX OUT WITH MY BARE FUCKING HANDS.' Unquote."

"Uhh…"

I laughed nervously. I was hoping he wouldn't ask about what happened when he was loopy. "Oh, Danny's picking us up at your place and apparently, I'm going to be your new bed-mate. Damn, that sounded wrong. What I mean is that Marissa guilted me into sharing a bed with you. Sorry."

He smiled. "I don't mind."

I tried joking, "I'll try not to drool this week."

This time he really laughed. "A whole week with you, Sammy? Challenge accepted."

A/N: 3,182 words. You better review -_-

If you were freaked out by the three kids at the waiting room, it's totally normal. I used my brother and sister as those weird kids. The older girl who was yelling at the book was… *cough*… nevermind.