A/N: *use the accent* Heeeeyy Evv-rry-bah-die!
I imagine Sammy's eyes as green. What do you imagine them as? And yes, this chapter is sort of based off of a Justin Bieber quote. Don't judge! I know I said I hated him on my first story but minds change sometimes. I realized he seems like the nicest person celebrity ever! Listen to "Baby", if you haven't already. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own that quote and Sammy Keyes. I do own a few characters, though, and I think you can guess who they are.
Um, Warning? (sorta) I'd like to warn you all, uhh. It won't be as bad as Nothing Personal but it'll have the words and mentions and what-not so if you don't wanna read this crap then whatever I'm bored and its night and I'm sick....
"You Never Forget Your First Love."
Chapter Two
("My First Love Broke My Heart for the Very First Time.."--Justin Bieber; "Baby")
She was sitting on the roof of the mall, all right. Just looking up at the sky. I sat besides her. "What's up?" I asked.
"The sky. No stars. The moon. Some clouds." she observed. "That cloud is a bunny." she stated.
I laughed softly and took her hand. It had been forever since I had held her hand.
"Casey..." she whispered.
"Yes?" I whispered back softly.
"Why did you have to leave?" she turned to face me, tears brimming her green eyes that look dark in the fading sunset. Even the rain had stopped by now.
"I don't know." I said back. "I regret it. A lot." it suddenly hit me. I remembered how hard it had been to leave her.
How much I had missed her.
My whole body grew numb. Had I... Had I loved her?
Was Sammy Keyes my first love?
All of a sudden she started to cry. I've never seen her cry before.
Well, except for the time I was leaving and she tried her best not to.
But she hadn't.
And now she was.
"Don't cry.." I said. I had said the same exact thing to Janette today when I had broken up with her.
Holy shit. I had broken up with her!
But we were still friends. But...
Sammy still had a boyfriend. An over-controlling one, but a boyfriend.
The bastard.
"I don't really like him, you know." she said looking up at me. "I never really did. I dunno why I went out with him. I always wanted a boyfriend who would actually treat me like a girl and like he cares."
I'd do that. Did she know I would?
But I would! If she was mine, I'd treat her like I loved her.
I did love her.
And I still treated her like I did even though we weren't going out.
But I loved this girl.
Hell, I've loved her since forever. Even when I was dating other girls.
She's the one I've loved.
"Sammy..!" I said because she was still crying.
"How come he never treats me right? He acts like I'm like his freaking toy that he can do whatever he wants to! But I'm not and I don't freaking wanna have sex! I'm sixteen! And he never freaking understands anything I ask from him and now I just wanna break up with him..!"
It was all jumbled together and it sounded as if she'd been wanting to say this to someone for a very long time.
I pulled her close to me and kissed the top of her head. Hell with Jared. Jared could go fuck himself if he had to.
"Casey..!" all of a sudden Sammy laughed.
"What?" I asked.
"You just--" she laughed. "You don't like Jared do you?"
"Why do you think that?"
"You just said Jared can go fuck himself if he had to." she giggled.
I turned red. I had said that out loud? "Oops," I mumbled.
She laughed again and rubbed her eyes. "I'm acting like a fool."
"You're not acting like a fool." I said to her.
"Yes I am! I'm--" she laughed, then hiccuped. "I'm crying!" hiccup----"I'm laughing now and--" hiccup--"I'm hiccuping!"
She began giggling uncontrollably and I couldn't help but feel my whole body wash with need for her.
The need to kiss her. Right now.
"You're acting just fine." I told her.
"No!" hiccup. "I'm not!" but she was smiling up at me again.
Those eyes.
That smile.
I couldn't help it, I bent over and pressed my lips against hers. It had been two (and a half) years since I'd kissed this girl.
She was a mirace maker.
She made my whole body burn in this crazy sensational way. Like I was being shocked all over, everywhere.
She kissed me back. We just kissed for what seemed like hours. Like days. Like days and nights.
Thirty seconds.
When we pulled away, she looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. "When should I break up with Jared?" she mumbled because she was sitting on my lap now and I was playing with a small stray lock of her light brown hair.
"Whenever you want.." my voice trailed off.
"You don't mind?" she seemed surprised.
I shrugged.
She gave me a little smile. "I know you care, Casey." she said. "I know you want me to break up with him."
"And how do you know this?" I asked her.
"Just a little guessing." she said, then added, "And its pretty obvious, you looked like you were gonna beat the crap outta him."
"When?" I asked, surprised, because I had tried to make myself composed by Jared.
"When Jared was bothering me 'bout sex."
"Oh." oops.
Finally she whispered, "Stop being stupid and kiss me again."
Never in my life had I taken the oppurtunity to kiss her like I did just then. It might have been just to blow some steam off because I was pretty pissed at Jared but the kiss between me and Sammy right then was like no other kiss I'd had before. Her lips moved exactly with mine and her hands twisted into my hair. She seemed like she knew exactly what she was doing when she tilted her head to fit right in between my face and my shoulders. I pulled her closer to me and rested me hands on her back. Two (and a half) years.
2.5 years of waiting to do this.
"That's it," she said, pulling away from me suddenly, "I have to break up with Jared."
"Wait! Wait.. Won't he think... Will he... He'll think you're breaking up with him because of me." I stammered.
She looked up. "Well, that's half the reason. I guess. I d'nno. But the other half of the reason I'm breaking up with him is because you made me realize that he's not treating me like he should. I should have broken up with him a long time ago." she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and began to type.
"No!" I cried. "Don't break up with him through test messaging."
"What? Why not? He doesn't even deserve a proper break-up." she huffed, blowing out a lot of air. "I just want this over with. I don't know why I feel like this suddenly. I just need to."
So as she texted Jared, I got up and paced.
Maybe it wasn't best I had come back.
Maybe I should've never even have come back to Santa Martina after all.
Sammy shoved her phone back in her pocket. "Now I'm not even gonna look at his replies. I'm done with him." she got up and caught up to me. "Why do you look so stressed? What's wrong?" she searched me with her eyes but when she didn't find an answer she asked softly, "Is it me?"
Never in my life with being with any girl has a girl made me want to grab her and hug her and pull her close and kiss her this bad.
Sammy made me feel that way. I couldn't stand to see her hurt.
Something was definitely wrong with me.
"Sammy.." I choked out, but it sounded sort of strangled. "It's not you. It's... Me."
"What's you?" she demanded. "What did you ever do wrong?" something was different about the way she was acting with me. What was it, though? She seemed firm to not blame anything on me. She seemed to not care how close she was standing next to me anywhere. She seemed to want me to smile, judging by the way her eyes looked at me. Her voice seemed to want me to be happy, and only happy.
I recognized her actions perfectly well, because they mirrored mine.
She was in love with me.
And I was in love with her.
A/N: You might as well stamp CHEESIEST AUTHOR onto my forehead right now! I think something is wrong with me. And I know sometimes my stories are a little lame and cheesy but when I need to write, I write. And then if I feel like it I post them, so I chose to post this story. :P
And please review? I'm writing this even when I'm sick as bumblebee.. That phrase makes no sense but I use it anyway.
Love you, and review please!
And did anyone watch the Bulls game? Who won? I wasn't able to 'cause I was sicker than a hedgehog.
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