waiting Title: Waiting For Jake
Author: Lily Aoibheann
Rating: PG maybe.
Summary: Cassie thinks about Jake. Well that's real descriptive. I
suck at summaries.
Feedback: Please?
Author's Notes: I was trying to work on that J/C fic I promised when
this came to me. *sigh* This one's more fluffy than angsty. The next
one will be angsty I promise. This version is not the final one. I need
feedback guys, tell me how to make it better.

(Cassie)

I smooth my skirt for the tenth time in about five minutes and
look nervously at the clock. 6:47. Jake's supposed to be here at
7:00. We are going on a date. A real date with movies and popcorn
and sodas and hopefully kissing. Not a date that includes 4 other
Animorphs and possible death.

Rachel had come over earlier to help me get ready. She'd refused to
let me wear anything of mine, seeing as I'm apparently fashionably
impaired. So now I'm decked out in one of her outfits, and feeling
very thankful that the skirt that's a mini on her goes down to my
knees. It's black and floral and not at all me but Rachel has assured
me I look great. Just a half-an-hour ago I was sitting patiently
while she fussed with my face and my hair, having no clue
what-so-ever what all those little tubes and powders were for.

When she finally let me look in the mirror I saw someone I didn't
know. It just wasn't me. After Rachel left I darted into the
bathroom to remove all the make-up. But I kept the outfit.

I'm not use to this kind of attention. Guys are always looking at
Rachel. Tall, blonde, beautiful, with flawless skin and great dress
sense. She's the star; I'm just the understudy waiting in the wings.
I'd be jealous if she wasn't my best friend. I am jealous. Or at
least I use to be.

It seems I've always been waiting for him.

I've never been the popular one or the beautiful one. And it doesn't
matter at all. Jake loves me. It doesn't matter to him that I don't
fit into that cookie-cutter mold of beauty that Rachel does. He likes
that girl who wears too-short jeans covered in muck and mismatched
socks. He likes that girl who would rather take care of animals then
go to the mall. He loves me. He thinks I'm beautiful.

The doorbell startles me out of my trance and I leap up off the
stairs. Looking in the mirror I quickly smooth out my shirt again and
make sure my hair clips are straight before rushing to the door.
It's 7:00, Jake is here and I don't have to wait anymore.