"Let's celebrate our monthiversary." Casey had said that with such enthusiasm. It wasn't that long ago since it had been said, but Sam took it to be an eternity back. Not even a week after that Casey had begun to change. Hell, she had been changing before then, but it took Sam awhile to take notice to it.

Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim, and your hands are shaking as they slide off your dress? Then think of what you did.

He shook his head, he felt so stupid now. All the signs were there. Maybe he just refused to see them. The way they fight. How they avoided each other around him. How neither one of them could be found for hours on end. When Derek went on his date with Emily, it triggered in Sam's mind. Why was Casey so determined to stop that date? And why exactly did Derek want to drive Casey crazy about it? Why was it supposed to make her insane? He couldn't take he he grabbed his jacket, and left. Not thinking exactly what he was doing.

How I hope to God he was worth it. When the lights are dim, and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin.

Casey got in the car, as always, and Sam punched the gas. "Sam, what's gotten into you?" He didn't answer just kept going. The woods, how retro, he slammed the car door. Trying not to weaken down, and let the hot tears spill. They did… and he slumped against the car.

Where was it we left off?

Casey peered out at him, perplexed. She got out and went over to him. She only stared at his worn, broken form for a moment. Then she reached out, and tenderly touched his shoulder. In a blink of an eye Sam's mood changed entirely. He had grabbed her arm in a tight grip. His eyes filled with fire.

Now I do recall were just getting to the part where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you sick. I hope you didn't expect to get all the attention.

"Don't touch me. Not when I know you've touched him with those hands." Casey's eyes were furrowed. "What?" Sam grinned insanely. "Don't play dumb Casey it's not becoming of you. I know you've been seeing Derek behind my back. We can all stop pretending now." "Sam I'm so sorry, I never ever meant to hurt you. Derek was –" She didn't get to finish. "Don't you dare blame Derek for any of this. We've been friends for ten years, and nothing like this has ever happened. Then you come along, and all of it crashes. How is that Casey?"

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch. Than any boy you'll ever meet. Girl you had me.

Sam pulled out a small handgun from his jacket pocket. Aiming it towards Casey. She was frozen. "Sam, please don't do this." She was pleading, trying to reason with him as always. It went to no avail. "It's all your fault!" And with a pull of a trigger, and a loud bang, Casey was falling, and everything went deaf with silence.

Girl I was it, look past the sweat.