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Those first couple of days of winter break were so boring, uneventful. I should just skip those days, get down to the real thing. And the real thing would be? Well, let's skip from the day I decided to write my story on the internet to the day Emily was suspicious.
That was Friday, December 18 and nearly a week since Derek and I had been together. And also just a week from christmas. How exciting, right?
I went to Emily's house that day just to do what we normally do: Talk, hangout, and other normally, teenagery things.
Upon entering Emily's bedroom, she went straight to the computer and showed me the 'coolest blog ever'. Guess what it was? Yep, my story of Derek and me under the names of Micheal and Layla.
"Isn't this so sweet, Casey?" Emily gushed over the 'coolest blog ever'. But, of course, it was sweet, right? It was my love story that I had not intended for anyone in town to see because I was so afraid they would get suspicious, seeing the similarities of the story to Derek and I.
"Yeah, of course," I choked out, my throat dry causing my voice to crack. She had a look of confusion, like she was trying to figure something out.
"I don't know why, but this strangely reminds me of something, or someone," Emily, still with the look of confusion, scratched her head, obviously thinking. Then, the absolute horror came: She had a look of understanding on her face. She had figured it out, figured out what or who my story reminded her of. And I was screwed from then on.
"Ohhh, this reminds me of you and Derek!! I mean look at it: the fighting, the gestures. Ohhh, this beggining is exactly like last Friday," She rambled on and on and I went completely white. My color draining from my face and if I could look down, which I couldn't because I was just frozen there, I would have probably seen my legs starting to melt.
I felt like I would just melt to the ground, in a liquefied puddle of Casey McDonald. Great. She is so close to finding out. And unfortunately, Emily was pretty good at figuring things out. Especially things that had to do with love.
Emily obviously saw the look on my face, "Casey? You okay? Wait a second...this story is too similar, way too similiar," And Emily stared at me in shock, like she couldn't even believe what she was thinking. And I prayed that she wouldn't believe what she was thinking.
"You wrote this story," Emily shrieked and a slow smile spread across her face. Obviously, no one cared about my prayers. And I continued to stand there, waiting to melt into what sounded oh so convient at the moment: a Casey McDonald puddle.
I stared ahead of me, not daring to look at Emily. She had figured it out, just from the look on my face and the similarities in the story and my real life. I had given so much away with the way I was fixed.
I cursed the day that I put that blog online. Why did I do such a thing? Why, why, why? Ohhh, why?! I managed to break from my paralized state, but only to smack myself in the head and fall backwards on Emily's bed.
"Casey? You did write the story, didn't you?" She had a creepy, little smile on her face that I just wanted so badly to smack off her face.
I grabbed Emily's pillow, put it over my head, and proceded in screaming bloody murder into it. I mean, what else was I suppose to do? I feared being judged by Emily. By anyone, in fact. I feared what she would think, say.
And my screaming was the answer to her question. Because I did not just scream, I screamed, "Yes." I gave into telling her that I wrote the story, I was so weak. I couldn't help but just tell her. What else was I suppose to do? Act all cool and simply say, "No,"? I couldn't do that!!
"God, Casey, why didn't you tell me?" She still was smiling down at my and playfully hit my knee.
"I was afraid of what you would think," I moaned into the pillow, hoping that she could understand me. Which, of course, she did.
"You were afraid of what I would think? That is insane, Casey. Everyone has been waiting for this to happen. With all the rumors, and the way you guys act around each other, and not to mention the non-stop talking that oh so conviently happens to be about one another. I'm happy for you, Casey." She, once again, playfully hit my knee.
I sighed into the pillow, "Oh, thank God!" And I sat up. I stared at her face and could tell she wanted to know. She wanted to know how it happened. When we finally...confessed our feelings.
"Sooo?" She prodded me. I was a genuine cow being prodded by a farmer. Obviously, Emily was the farmer. She sat down next to me, smiling.
"Sooo what?" I knew very well what. And so did she.
"Oh, come on, Casey. Tell me. Tell me how it happened. How you guys, you know, came to be one in holy matromony," She was over exaggerating.
"You're delusional, Emily. Cause Derek and I are not married. We are too young to even get married," Yes, my oh so whitty logic of marrige. How I hated the word. Well, right then I did.
"Oh, you know what I mean!" She hit my shoulder, which meant, "Girrrrl, if you do not tell me what the hell happened, I am gonna whoop your sorry ass."
"Okay, okay, okay," I paused for dramatic effect, or maybe I was just thinking of what I wanted for dinner that night. I can't remember.
"Wellllll, how long have you guys been, well, you know, together?" I was just waiting for her to pull out a stick so she can prod me even more with it. I felt like I should just go, "Moooooo," or maybe, "Baaaaa."
"A week tomorrow," I answered quickly, hoping this interrogation would end soon. This woman needed to be a cop, she'd crack those bad guys like a cowboy cracks a whip.
"Oh, my God. Almost a week and you didn't even bother to tell me?" I pulled the pillow against my face again. This was torture.
"Yeah..." I replied, trying to keep my responses short.
"Sooo, who asked who?" She was smiling again. The smiling and the prodding never seemed to cease.
"Who do you think?" I shot back.
She sat there with an expression that said, "Duhhh, of course, why did I even ask?" "Derek, right," Her smile grew wider. I wondered why her face didn't crack or even hurt from all the smiling that she does.
"Yeah," I said and nodded.
She had a sly look on her face now. Wonderful, "So, did you guys kiss, yet?" I knew that question was going to come sooner or late, but I was really wishing for later.
I immediately thought back to all the times we had kissed, "Yeah."
"Was it greeeat?" Oh, she was too nosy for her own good.
I smiled, though. I smiled at the thoughts of us kissing, "It was amazing," I sighed.
She laughed, "You are hopeless."
"Hopeless?" What in the world did she mean by that?
"You are hopelessly in love," She said, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
"Whatever," So, Derek and my love is hopeless. I hope not. I hope that it is full of just that, hope!
I pushed myself off her bed, I needed to go home, it was getting late anyways, "I'm tired, I'm going to head home, okay?"
"Okay, make sure you give Derek his good night kiss," She smiled at me.
"Oh, whatever, Emily," Although, I was very aware that I might do just that. Give Derek a good night kiss.
"Okay, bye Casey," She waved to me as I left her house and went to my own next door. I went inside, up the stairs, and to my bedroom. Dinner would be ready soon.
"Dinner's ready!!" I heard my mom call to us from the bottom of the stairs. Dinner was ready real soon.
I walked down the stairs and to the dining room and took a seat in my chair that I always sat in: The one next to Lizzie and across from Derek. Mom put the plates of food out in front of us and I realized that I actually wasn't that hungry.
I didn't realized until halfway through dinner that Lizzie, Edwin, George, Mom, and Marti were staring at Derek and I in shock. I looked down and realized that I had just been pushing the food all around my plate and I hadn't eaten a single thing. While, Derek, who usually just stuffs everything into his mouth, was eating really slowly.
I looked around the table, "What?" I asked them, trying to make it seem normal that I wasn't eating.
"Who are you and what have you done with Casey?," Edwin asked in shock.
"What's wrong?" Lizzie asked me after Edwin was done with his question.
"Honey, are you okay?" Mom questioned.
"I'm...just not that hungry," I said plainly to their questions and their questioning stares. "Can I be excused?"
"Ummm, sure, honey. Go ahead." She nodded.
"Can I be excused? I'm not feeling very well," Derek said when I was about halfway up the stairs.
"Ummm, sure, Derek," George said, still in shock.
I hurried up the stairs with Derek trailing behind me. Derek pulled me into his bedroom. He could tell something was up, and he wanted to know.
"What's wrong, Casey?" He said after he closed his bedroom door.
"Emily knows," I responded and we both knew why that was bad. George and Mom would know soon. And so would the whole school.
"Oh, God. Maybe we should tell Dad and Nora before they hear from someone else. I think they'd be upset if they heard it from someone else. They would want to hear it from us, right?" He was trying very hard to be logical about this.
"Yeah, we'll tell them soon, Derek. But, right now, I'm sort of tired and I'm going to head to bed, okay?" I leaned over to him, on the tips of my toes, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Good night, Casey," He said softly.
"Goon night, Derek," I said while opening the door and heading to my own bedroom. I needed sleep and I hoped that I wouldn't have another nightmare.
I laid down on my bed and quickly was overcomed by sleep.
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