This is my first Greek fanfic. Please read and let me know whether I should continue or not. There are not enough Cappie and Casey stories out there for some and so I tried my hand at writing one. Reviews are greatly appreciated but only those that are constructive.

Change of Plans - Chapter One

Looking in the mirror, I didn't know who I had become. The one person that I cared most for was with someone else and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. That thought alone almost brought tears to my eyes. Rusty had told me that the man of my dreams still loved me. How could I believe that when he was with someone else? What was I supposed to do? Ashleigh was supposed to be coming back with ice cream and chocolate but had yet to come back. Pushing a strand of hair away from my face I stepped away from the mirror sitting on the bed.

"Hey Case," Ashleigh said walking through the door, "feeling any better?"

"How can I feel better? I finally figured out what I want and can't have it." I said with a sigh. I know it's selfish for wanting Cappie to be free when I was ready for him, but it had taken me so long to get here, I was tired of not being fully happy all the time.

"This should help," she said pulling out the promised ice cream from a bag and handing me a large spoon. "Just eat away and you'll feel better in no time."

"I'm not so sure that Ben and Jerry's can fix my problem this time Ash."

"If ice cream won't work, then I have another option," she said reaching into her bag and pulling out a bottle of tequila. "Let's make margaritas!"

I faked a smile to please her and she hurried downstairs to start. No sooner did I hear the blender running when I felt another wave of tears coming on.

"I'm done" I thought while walking over to the large window and pulling the curtains back to look outside at the darkness of the night. How could I have let things get so bad? Spring break had been great, fun, drinking, dancing, friends and a kiss with Cappie. What a kiss it was, I couldn't get it out of my mind. Had it meant the same thing to him or was I just another rebound? The noise from downstairs stopped and I knew that Ashleigh would soon be back with alcohol, hopefully in vast quantities.

"Alright Case, time to get him off your mind." She said walking back in carrying a tray with two glasses and a pitcher.

Eventually we put in a movie, which happened to be in our drunken state, The Notebook. A tale of romance and first love, as the movie case quoted. Falling asleep that night wasn't as hard as usual for me. Maybe it was the alcohol that was filling my veins or the sheer exhaustion that was starting to overtake my body.

I woke up to a pounding headache. Opening my eyes and looking around I noticed the empty bottle and glasses discarded on the floor and a bottle of aspirin next to my bed. Glancing over at Ashleigh's bed told me that she was gone, probably at class or with the "Hotness Monster" again. As much as I envy her and her newfound boy toy, I wanted one too. Someone to count on when things got rough, someone to hold me while I fell asleep, someone that loved me as much as I loved them. Better stop that train of thought now before I got carried away and ended up like I was last night. It had taken half a 

bottle of tequila to stop thinking about Cappie and it was still too early in the day to get that drunk again. Rubbing my sore head I decided to take a shower hoping that the warm water would stop the throbbing. From experience I knew that it probably wouldn't help but glancing at the clock I noticed class started in 30 minutes and I couldn't miss it.

Twenty minutes later I was leaving the house walking down Greek Row to class. Flopping along I wasn't looking where I was going and next thing I knew I was falling flat on my ass.

"Dammit!" I screeched trying to pick myself and my books up hoping that no one had seen me fall. Standing with my now broken flip flop, thanks to that freakin crack in the sidewalk, I glanced quickly around. No one seemed to be paying any attention to me and I was grateful. Could my day start off any better, a terrible hangover, breaking my shoe, almost late for class.

"Hey Case, you alright."

Yep it could get worse. Could I just walk away and pretend that I never heard anyone. It's simple, I thought, just walk – one shoe and all.

"CASE!"

A hand went on my shoulder and I knew it was too late, there was no turning back, no running away. I had to brace myself before turning around. I was already humiliated, late and the headache had yet to dissipate.

"Oh hey Cap. I didn't hear you." What a lie, but I turned around to face my fears and thoroughly ruin my day.

"Are you alright?" he asked," I saw you fall."

Of course, of all the people in the world HE had to see me fall. "No, I'm okay. My shoe just broke but. I'm late for class so…" I just wanted to get out of there and was hoping that he got the idea and let me go. I could see the hurt briefly creep into his eyes before he put a smile on again.

"As long as you're fine," he paused like he didn't know quite what to say. "You don't wanna be late for class now President Cartwright," he finished in a teasing voice before taking a step back, making way for me to leave.

"Bye Cap," I said without looking back. Whatever happened to us? How could you love someone so much and yet they're not even a part of your life anymore? This was supposed to be the best years of my life, but things seemed to keep going wrong. Pushing on I entered the classroom only 10 minutes late and took the only empty seat in the front of the room.

"Of course," I muttered taking the walk of shame to that front seat, only to watch it be taken by some kid as I was just about to sit.



"Sorry," he said when he noticed me standing there. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't say anything when we were right in front of everyone so I just backed out slowly and decided to skip class. Leaving the room early, extremely early, was easier then I would have thought. That was the first time that I ever missed a class. The regret that was creeping up on me because of it was no match for the way I already felt.

I was back in my room, my cave, in 5 minutes flat. I had always loved to run, not always in the heat of early summer but I needed to be alone. The blinds were still closed, blocking the sunlight from filtering in and affecting my sober mood. Walking over to the dresser, I decided to just spend the day in bed, watch movies and eat large quantities of food. Anything to stop myself from feeling like this. Grabbing the remote, I curled up under the satin covers and flipped the channels until I found something I liked. When would this go away? And why did it happen? I couldn't figure out what had happened in the past few weeks and that bothered me.

Evan and I had been growing distant for a few months but I thought nothing of it. It was the end of another semester and finals were fast approaching. I had been studying every night and just assumed that Evan was doing the same. I never thought he would be doing something, well someone else. So that's a lie, I knew that he was never faithful to me, probably never would have been but who wants to be alone? So I just dealt with it, the cheating, the lies, all of it because we were the "perfect" couple. I never felt with him the way I had felt with Cappie, but you never forget your first love, so I tried not to compare the two. Evan was harsh and his kisses did nothing for me. Any show of public affection would embarrass me from time to time. But Cappie, I don't think that I'll ever find a connection like that again. And I was too ashamed and embarrassed to admit that I wanted him back. But then again if I had chosen him 2 years ago over ZBZ, I would have had a boyfriend that was more interested in partying and judging wet t-shirt contests then he was spending time with me.

It didn't matter what I thought about the whole situation now, I was done with Evan and Cappie was done chasing after me.

"Ugh! I'm done thinking about both of them!" I screamed probably louder then I should have.

"Really," a voice said, "and who would you be done with?"

"Shit..." I whispered mainly to myself. I knew that voice, I knew who it was. He had invaded my place of peace and quiet, my room. How had he gotten into the house? I wonder which one of the pledges let him in. What was I supposed to do now, turn around and say what?

"Case..?"

"Yea" I said turning around and looking at him from my position in my bed. Looking at him, he seemed uncomfortable and not quite sure what to say, which was unusual for him.

"I…um...just wanted to see how you were after the fall and all," he said sheepishly looking at his feet.



I didn't know whether to feel elated that he wanted to check up on me or embarrassed at how gross I probably looked. I had yet to take a shower today and hadn't expected any company. "Yea I feel better. I'm just planning on spending the day in bed watching movies." The skies colors had begun to change quickly for so early in the morning, starting to turn into darker blue and blacker clouds could be seen.

"Any good movies?" he questioned me and that was when I started to panic. Was he questioning me because he wanted to stay or was he just curious? I hoped for the later, but when he moved farther into my room and cleared off a chair to sit I knew that he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

"I was thinking of watching 'A Walk to Remember."

"Do you mind if I watch with you?"

"You want to watch 'A Walk to Remember'? The most girlish movie that was ever made? A two hour long movie about love?" I couldn't believe that he wanted to watch it with me. It wasn't a cartoon and nobody made him come and nobody was making him stay here.

"Believe it or not, I think it's a good movie about first love," he said looking at me. What was he getting at by saying 'first love'? Was he trying to say that he wanted to get back together with me, but he was with someone else. I wasn't sure who because all anyone would tell me was that he was seeing someone.

"I guess if you want to." I said pressing play on the remote and the beginning of the movie started to play.

Hours later I woke up and it took me a moment to realize where I was. I heard the rain falling and curled under my covers pulling the blankets around me even tighter. It was then that I noticed the other person who was in my room, sitting next to my bed watching the evening news on the television. How long had I been asleep? Was it really that late? Did he really stay here the whole time not sleeping?

"Cappie," I started quietly, "what are you still doing here?" Turning to look at me I could tell that he was surprised to see me awake.

"Well hello sleeping beauty. I thought you wanted to watch the movie, not fall asleep 20 minutes into it. You even missed the rain seen!" he said acting like a little lovesick girl.

A smile crept onto my face. Man I haven't smiled in forever. He could always make me smile though, whatever was happening in my life, he could always make me smile, no matter what. That was one of the many reasons that I was in love with him, oh wait why I had been in love with him.

"There we go, finally got the smile I've been working for." I was kind of shocked when he said this. He had been working to get a smile out of me.



"Well you got one out of me, you can leave now and go back to your girl." I couldn't believe I had just said that. I was just kind of pissed that he was with someone else and yet he was here trying to get me to smile. What was he trying to do? Break my heart again? Once was enough thank you very much.

"What girl?"

"The girl that you're going out with. I don't think that she would appreciate the fact that you've spent all day here with me, even when I was sleeping."

"I don't know who told you that I was seeing someone Case, but I haven't dated anyone since you."

"You expect me to believe that?" I said not believing a word he said, I knew the reputation that he had with women.

"I haven't dated anyone serious since you. Hookups yea, but nothing serious."

I looked at him with a look that must have confused him because he slid a little bit farther out of the chair towards me with a questioning look on his face.

"I know it sounds bad, but I just haven't felt as close to anyone else as I do you." He said still with that look on his face.

Present tense, he had spoken in present tense about his feelings for me. Was there still hope for us? Did I even want to approach that again if it was just going to end up as terribly as before? But I loved him, didn't I? No matter what he had done it the past, I still loved him. Loved the way he laughed, held me when I was upset and the way he made love to me. Like I was the most beautiful person in the world, he always treated me with so much care and respect, I never felt afraid when I was with him. I trusted him one hundred percent even when we made love. I knew that he would never do anything I didn't want to do, would never force me and would stop immediately if I even showed doubt in my eyes. Was I willing to not give that a second chance?

Realizing that I was getting a little ahead of myself, I mean did he even want a relationship with me?

"Want to watch another movie?" he asked me, still moving closer.

"Shouldn't you be going back to your house soon?"

"It's pouring outside, do you mind if I wait till it stops?"

Noticing the rain hitting the window I decided that it wouldn't hurt anything. "Sure...I'm gonna just go downstairs and grab something to eat do you want anything?"

"I'll just eat some of whatever you get."

He was acting like we were still together. When we were dating, we would always share meals sometimes splitting them half and half other times just getting one and feeding each other. Dessert was 

something that was always special to us. I got up and walked over to my dresser and grabbed the first sweatshirt that I saw.

"Hey, you never did give that back to me."

Paying more attention to what I had just put on, I noticed that it was indeed an old sweatshirt that I had "stolen" from him when we were dating. I never gave it back to him after all this time. I still wore it, often actually, it reminded me of better times, happier times when I was free to be myself and love whoever I wanted to love.

"Sorry," I said quietly starting to take it off to give it back to him.

"I don't want it back," he said shaking his head, "it looks better on you anyway."

That flirty smile, I missed it. But what was he doing? Should I ask him about it or just let him flirt away, not worrying about what was happening between us. Walking downstairs I felt my face burning hot from his comment. Opening the freezer, I grabbed a pint of cookie dough ice cream and two spoons. Walking back upstairs I took a deep breath before opening the door. Opening the door, I felt my face get hotter when I saw where he was sitting. Having made my bed up, he was sitting with his legs stretched out on my pink comforter.

"Cap, what are you doing?"

"Just until we finish the food off." He said hands raised in defense.

"Just until you're done eating, okay?"

He nodded his head in agreement and after gathering a blanket I joined him on my larger bed.

"I picked out a new movie," he said when the beginning credits of 'Save the Last Dance' started.

"Another girly movie?"

"I know you're having a bad day and chick flicks always cheer you up."

"Thanks," I said slowly still not quite sure what he was getting at. I pulled up a chair to my bed, a last second decision so that I wouldn't have to sit that close to him. What was he trying to do sitting on my bed? Looking at him, he had that confused look but I just handed him a spoon and offered the carton hoping to dodge the question.

The ice cream was soon gone, both spoons sitting in the empty carton. The movie was ending, credits rolling across the screen but I didn't want to move. It was about this time that I realized it was odd the Ashleigh had yet to return from class or even call me. We usually saw each other at least a million times a day and it seemed odd that I hadn't heard from her in a few hours.



I glanced over at Cappie and saw him fast asleep on my bed. Head falling off to the side and legs extending past the end of my small twin size bed. It was a comical sight to see, his large form on such a small bed. I saw my phone over on the night stand and reached over to get it, not wanting to get off of the chair; I was suddenly exhausted and didn't even have the energy to stand. It turned out that the reach was too much and the chair folded underneath me and I went onto the floor with a loud thud. Looking at Cappie and noticing that I hadn't woke him up; I grabbed my phone from the stand and flipped it open showing only a blank menu screen. I was too tired to even worry about wondering what was going on. She was probably out with some girls from class having drinks at Dobbler's. I would yell at her tomorrow for not letting me know where she was.

The floor seemed like the most comfortable place to sleep now. I didn't know if Ashleigh was going to come later or not and I didn't want to be sleeping in her bed when or if she stumbled in drunk and tired. Grabbing a blanket and pillow I curled up on the floor next to my bed.

I felt the sun's rays on my face before I was even fully awake. Rolling more to my side it was then that I realized that I wasn't on the floor anymore. My back wasn't aching from the hard floor boards and I was surrounded by many pillows and tucked in under all my blankets. Thinking quickly I realized that it was Saturday and I thankfully had no classes. I still didn't feel like doing much, except maybe get some coffee or shut the blinds so I could sleep some more. It was still raining outside as I shut the sun out of my room. Ashleigh wasn't back yet, but Cappie had stayed the whole night with me. He was on the floor, where I had fallen asleep last night. He must have woken up and moved me from the floor to the bed and then took the floor for himself. It was only 6:30 in the morning, and it wouldn't hurt letting him sleep the next few hours in my bed would it? I didn't want him to have a sore back all day from the floor.

"Cap," I whispered quietly. "Cap, come up on the bed for a little bit, that floor is unbearable."

His eyes slowly opened and realization flashed through his eyes but he slowly got to his feet and climbed sleepily into bed, on top of the covers. He was surprising me left and right these past few hours, I couldn't believe that it was the same Cappie I had dated so long ago. I climbed back underneath the covers rolled over to my own side and soon fell back into a peaceful sleep wondering what was happening between Cappie and me.