Author's Note:
Okay, guys, it's the BIG 1-0 [Thanks for pointing that out, Pepper. I hadn't noticed. C; ] So, this chapter is a little short, but I thought since this was a special chapter, it had to be centered around Cassie. So, if you think she's a little weird in this chapter...you are absolutely right.
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So, this is kind of a 'Special', and it's just where Cassie acts all retarded to cheer on her bud, Al. Really, is there anything she can't do? xD
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight, just this flimsy plot and the OCs. [Specially that sexy Tommy. Oh, yeah. You heard me.]
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Pep Talk With Cassie
"Cassie, I can't do this."
"Al, be serious. It's been a whole month. I know you've not exactly gotten over it, but you need to go ahead and make the first move. Come on, it's easy. Jus—"
"I know how to operate a damn phone, Cassidy," Al snapped at me. "Just…just give me a minute for a mental prep." I waited a minute.
"How about now?"
"No. Not now." I waited another minute.
"Now. Now is the time. I feel it."
"Cassie. No, it is not time."
"…How about now?" I asked innocently. Al sighed loudly. She placed her jaw in her hands and glared at me from across the kitchen counter.
"You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?" she asked flatly. I shook my head energetically, beaming. "You had a lot of sugar, didn't you?" I nodded so hard and fast I almost decapitated myself. It almost brought a smile to Al's face, but not quite.
I scooted the phone over to her, wiggling it temptingly. "Do it, I dare ya." I said, giving her my best mock glare. She giggled, and reached for the phone but stopped. I waited, and I watched in dismay as her face crumpled.
"I can't do it." She whispered, tears coming to her eyes. I pursed my lips, and I pushed the phone at her again.
"'Ey," I said, imitating the voice of what I thought a phone would sound like. "Look at me. I'm over here, no! No, not over there, girl. Right here, girl, dammit!" She buried her face into her hands, and I could see tears seeping through. Hmph. That one usually got her.
Then, ding!, went the light bulb over my head. I had the perfect solution. "Hey, Al? Do you still have your cheerleading outfit?" I asked. She looked up at me, wiping away her tears.
"Yeah," she sniffled. "In my closet. Why?" I didn't answer, but just ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I tripped more than once, but I was on a mission. I was going to play cupid, and dammit, I was going to give it hundred and ten percent.
I swung Al's door open, sending it into the wall with a slam. Oops. I ran over to the closet, dropped to my knees and rummaged through the messy piles of clothes. Nothing. Okay, Al cherished it, so she wouldn't treat it like crap. So it should be…
I looked up, and there it was, the only thing hanging up on the rod. How did I miss that?
I yanked it off the metal rod and pulled down the zipper on the clear plastic that covered the outfit. In less than a second, my clothes were on the floor and I was yanking on the red and black skirt and top. Both were a little big on me, seeing as how I wasn't…the tallest person around. I pulled on a pair of her tennis shoes and an elastic band she kept on her chest of drawers. I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail, and jumped up and down a few times to make sure it was springy enough. Check.
I almost ran out of the room until I remembered one of the most vital parts of a cheerleader: pompoms. Duh!
I ran back to the closet and found them on the top shelf, very high up in the closet. I grumbled to my self, trying to figure out how to get them down. I grabbed the nearest object—a hairbrush—and threw it at the shelf, hoping to knock the pompoms down. Fail. I grabbed another object within my reach—this time a thick geography book I knew Al definitely didn't read—and threw it at the shelf. There was a deafening crack, and I watched in horror as the shelf broke in half and crashed to the floor. There was a big dent where the book flew, and paint was chipping off.
But, on the ground and unharmed, were the pompoms. Jackpot. I grabbed them up and flew down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Cass, what was that noise—oh my God." She gasped as she beheld the sight of me in her uniform. At least she stopped crying. I shook the pompoms at her, beaming.
"Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate?! You! Yeah, yeah, yeah you!" I cheered, jumping up and down like a madwoman. Hey, this was pretty fun! "Shake it! Shake it like a Polaroid picture! Yeah!" I said, and I pointed the pompoms over to the phone, shaking my hips. "Come one, you can do it! If Al can't do it, no one can!"
Al was crying again, but this time it was because she was laughing so hard. She was doubled over, hands pressed against her stomach, gasping for breath. But, I could see her hand going towards the phone, and I shook the pompoms harder.
"S-Stop!" Al cried through a fit of giggles. "S-Stop if-f y-you want me to call E-Embry." I immediately stopped, but I couldn't contain the energy and I wiggled my hips excitedly as she dialed the phone number, chuckling a few times. But that instantaneously changed when Embry picked up the phone, and Al froze.
I wiggled the pompoms at her, throwing in a few minor pelvic thrusts. She smiled at me, and launched into a conversation with him.
"Hey, Embry, it's me…no, I'm not mad…no, Em—" she paused, listening to whatever he was saying. I could hear the loud buzz of his voice from the phone, and Al nodded her head. "Look, Embry, we can't talk about all of this over the phone…exactly…good, I'll be waiting. Bye." Al pressed the 'end call' button, and placed the phone into the cradle. I eyed her suspiciously, but she just smiled. Her real smile, not the forced ones I had been seeing a lot lately.
"Embry's going to pick me up in a few minutes and take me down to La Push to his house. I might be late, but don't worry if I don't come home until early in the morning." She said, and I wrinkled my nose.
"You guys aren't going to, you know, do it, are you?" I asked disgustedly, and Al widened her eyes at me. "Hell no, Cass! We're just going to talk, is all. We both have a lot of explaining to do, and it might take a while, is all. Now, I'm going to go upstairs and change real quick and then I'll be off. Do you need me to drop you off at Emily's?"
"Um, Al?" I asked. She was walking out of the kitchen, and turned back to me.
"Yeah?"
"Um, I just wanted to tell you…good luck, with Embry and all." I said, chickening out. She smiled at me, and walked out and up the stairs.
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One…
"Cassie! What did you do to my room?!" Al roared just as I grabbed the car keys and my jacket and ran out of the front door. I scrambled towards the car, fumbling with the keys to unlock the car. I hopped in, locking the doors, and speeding out of the driveway. I barely missed the mailbox, and I saw Al in my rearview mirror, standing on the porch, looking formidable even in her fluffy pink robe and her hair in tangles.
I would be in deep shit when I got home.
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Okay, so this chapter and the next are rather short. But, the climax will be coming soon, and what I've been dying to write. What is it? You'll have to wait and see.
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