Return of the Fictionals
about three years since the events of Their Little Worlds...
"Cassie?"
No, that's impossible. He can't be here, no-
"Cassie?"
She told us that they'd never come back, that we'd never see them again, ever-
"Cassie!"
Startled out of her panicked reverie, the eighteen-year-old jumped in the mid-calf deep water of the kiddie pool, and she found herself very grateful for the fact that her mouth had dropped open. Because she released a sharp gasp that would've resulted in a sharper whistle if her red whistle was still resting lazily between her lips.
Cassie blinked her dark brown eyes multiple times before managing to turn her head away from the figure standing behind the glass wall that was directly in front of her.
It was her supervisor who was at her shoulder, shouting her name for who knows how long. It took Cassie a second to recall her name (Jenna, right) as the rest of the real world began to register with her again.
I'm at work, She thought as she quickly gathered her thoughts. Working at the pool as a lifeguard at the YMCA like I have been for nearly a year now. It's where I met Kendall, Ken, Claire, Jeremy, and maybe most importantly, Dylan.
Oh. And Jenna.
"Um-" Cassie began, color rushing to her face as she fumbled for an excuse for her distraction.
"Look, I know that he's an attractive boy," Jenna continued, rescuing Cassie from further embarrassment while her own eyes appreciatively took in the figure lingering still behind the glass. "But you can't just stop in the middle of your zone and scanning because you see a pretty face."
"I-I know, Jenna." Her words came out in a flustered rush, but before Jenna could inquire further, Cassie mumbled an apology and continue her walk through the water.
Jenna stared after Cassie for a few seconds before shaking her head and returning to her sanctuary of the first aid office.
Cassie kept her head between her shoulders, more than positive that her face was a deep shade of red.
He had always done that to her with his icy, blue eyes.
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