"Casey! Where've you have been for the past two days? I've missed you." That's the greeting Sammy gives me at the door. I just try to act nonchalant like always, but it's Christmas Eve. I'm on frigging cloud nine.

"I've been around. Looking for a job, for your present…"

Sammy's eyes widen, "Casey Acosta, you got yourself fired?"

I shrugged, "Alfredo was being a prick."

She gave me a suspicious look. "Did he say something about me? Because I told you not to talk back to him. I don't care what he says about me!"

I snapped back, "But I do!" I soften my voice, "Don't worry Sammy. I'll be fine. Let's have a merry Christmas…Eve."

She smirked and her eyes went to the bag of presents. "Let me help you. They must be heavy."

I held them out of reach. "Its fine, Sammy. I'll just put them under the tree with the others." I took her hand and led her to the tree in the living room.

She glanced up at me, "Been working out, Case?" then she blushed like she couldn't believe that it came out of her mouth.

I smirked. "Maybe. You would know…" Once, she had walked in on me while I was changing. I already had my pants on; it was my shirt that wasn't on. She had seen me without my shirt before, like when everyone hung out in the public pool.

So I never understood why she felt so embarrassed over it.

Sammy rolled her eyes. "Just because you have rock-hard abs and… a six-pack… doesn't mean you have permission to be cocky."

"No," I joked, "but the fact that I'm super sexy gives me permission to be cocky."

Sammy jokes right back. "Can't deny that. But you're not Spiderman so let me help you with the bag."

"That's where you're wrong. I am Spiderman. And you are the defenseless Mary-Jane." Before she can reply that she isn't a weak, red-headed whore I put one arm under her knees and the other around her back and picked her up.

She yelps. "Ca-sey! Put me down!" I don't take her seriously because she's talking through her laughter.

I carefully toss her onto the sofa and push it to the living room, right in front of the tree.

I sat down next to her and pulled her onto my lap. I whispered in her ear." So when will everyone get here?"

Sammy buried her face in the crook of my neck. I felt her eyelashes on my neck flutter as if she was trying to stay awake.

"I dunno…" she mumbled

"You sure?"

". I think Marissa will be soon and Billy is probably with her."

Sammy looked up at me and I smiled at her. She blinked a few times and I noticed that she looked a bit light headed.

"Are you okay, Sammy? You look dizzy."

She blushed and turned away, "I'm fine. Jeez, Casey. That stupid song by LMFAO, I'm sexy and I know it was freaking made for you."

I smiled. Sammy thought I was sexy. She even admits it to me. TAKE THAT, JOE! He's got a Ph.D in faggotry.

"I've always been sexy. Why are you telling me this now?"

She rolled her eyes "Casey, your ego is too big for your own good. I wish I could get a needle and stab it."

While I was trying to come up with a sarcastic response, a voice yelled from the front door. "Ding-dong, Ding-Dong Sammy Keysta!" I sigh and left Sammy off my lap and set her down carefully on the sofa. I go to open the door and find…who else?

''Billy, you have THE worst timing ever.'' I snapped at him.

He raised an eyebrow "What, were you putting the moves on Sammy?'' After a few seconds his eyes widen and he goes. '' Holy motherfucker, you still like her? After nine years, how do you stay obsessed about a girl after nine years? Especially when said girl she has a boyfriend."

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall. "Billy, I don't expect you to understand."

Billy gave me a goofy smile. "I understand, Casey. You love her, like I love Marissa. It's cool, bro. Sammy deserves better than Joe. And it's your fault she's with that bastard anyway."

My eyes flew open, "What do you mean?" What did I do?

Billy looked confused now. "Don't you know?"

"Spit it out Billy."

He sighs, "You need to ask Marissa. She knows the whole story."

I raised an eyebrow, "Apparently, you know enough. Why don't you tell me?"

He looks down, "Case, we've been friends for years. You're like the brother I've always wanted. I refuse to be the bearer of bad news."

I stared at him. "Billy Pratt, that is the most sentimental thing you've ever said."

He snorted, "Pfft. You should hear me when I'm around Marissa. I sound like I swallowed a Twilight book."

I assured him, "If you ever start wishing to be a sparkly vampire with high testosterone levels, I I will gladly beat you to death

PSST. YOU! YEAH, YOU! THIS…IS A DIVIDING LINE…

"Casey, I'll tell you when Sammy's busy, okay?"

I gave Marissa my death glare. -_- "Busy with what? There are only seven of us here." He-who-is-a-total-fag wasn't here yet.

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Be patient. If you wanna know how you idiotically led yourself to your own demise, don't piss me off."

I felt like getting away from Marissa. For the past two years Marissa has barely talked to me. I don't get why.

I snuck up on Sammy, who was talking to Dot and Holly.

"I don't know, guys. I really don't think he-" Sammy paused. She couldn't possible know I was behind her, could she?

She started to laugh. "Casey Acosta, you are the worst ninja ever."

I move in and hug her with my hands resting on her stomach.

I said, "Maybe I'm not a good ninja, but I could definitely be an underwear model." I rested my chin on her shoulder.

I addressed Dot and Holly. "What do you think?"

Holly winked at Sammy. "You should model briefs instead of boxers, Case…"

Sammy burst out laughing.

I said, "Awh shit. Now I feel all awkward."

DIVIDE THIS SHIT… D: MY FOOT FELL ASLEEP AGAIN…

Dammit! Where the fuck was Marissa?

Sammy was talking to Holly and Dot and Danny and Billy are conversing…

A flash of brown hair caught my eye as it headed into the kitchen. I followed it of course…

Marissa perched herself up on the counter and said to me, "You're an idiot." Getting no response from me, she continued.

"I mean seriously! Couldn't you see how much she liked you? Are you THAT blind? Why didn't you grow a pair and tell her you love her, you wuss?"

I was dumbfounded. "She…she liked me?"

"Of course she did! You were all she talked about and to this day. I think she still likes you!" Marissa paused. "I shouldn't be telling you this. I promised Sammy I wouldn't tell…but I can't stand Joe. Even though you're totally clueless… you make Sammy happy. I know that you won't push Sammy to do… things."

Out of everything she said, one thing that really caught my attention. "Joe pressures Sammy? To do what?"

I'll kick his ass…

"Just sex, but Sammy's stubborn. She'll never give in to someone that she doesn't love."

BWAHAHA, take that Joe! She totally likes me better, because I am the amazing Spiderman, bro!

"She didn't want to tell you because she thought you were out of her league. You're always joking about how sexy you are. So then she stared to doubt that you and her would have a chance together. That's why she started dating Joe."

I blinked, "I'm… an idiot."

"Nice to know we agree."

"The thing is you still might have a chance with her." She said with a serious face. I look at her with a surprised faced. "Sammy… doesn't love Joe, nor likes him. She only said yes so she wouldn't hurt him. She can't dump him now because she doesn't know how you feel for her. She doesn't want to be single and then she sees you with someone else. She's still in love with you. I can tell. So grow a pair and make her break up with Joe."

I glared at her, "Grow a pair? Listen, I have…"

She squealed and cut me off. "Ew! Gross! Stop being so conceited and tell Sammy she's pretty."

I glared even more, "She's not pretty… she's beautiful."

Marissa smiled, "Damn straight."