Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Really.
A-N- Trying way too hard. This was supposed to be a one shot, but when I began, I realized I could just spin it to go with I Love You Sammy Keyes.
--Let There Be Truth--
"Hello Mr. Acosta," I said, bouncing up and down on my heels.
"Hi Sammy, how are you?" he asked.
"Good, good, and, uhm, is Casey home?"
He gave me a sly smile, "Yes, he's upstairs, I can call him down if you want."
"Oh, uhm, al—"
"Or you can go up to see him."
"Thanks."
I began to walk up the stairs before Mr. Acosta said, "Will you be staying for dinner Sammy?"
"Oh, I don't know about it Mr. Acosta, but I will if I can." I smiled back and hurried up the stairs.
"Sammy! Hey, I thought I heard your voice!" Casey said, immediately kissing me when I got up the stairs.
I had the urge to pull away, considering the fact that I was only here to find out if Heather was telling the truth. But I didn't.
"You should have seen Craig in gym! It was great--!"
"What did you do to him?" I glared.
"Nothing much," he smiled, trying to kiss me again.
"Is Heather here?" I asked, stepping away.
"No, she doesn't really live here. Or at least, not all the time. Why do you care?"
"Because I heard the nastiest rumor from her."
"You? You of all people are now listening to what Heather says?" he said, smiling a bit. "Is that why you're here?"
"Yeah, sort of," I exhaled, but before I could finish, he took my hand and led me into his room.
He sat down at the chair at his desk, and I sat on his bed.
"So I suppose you're here to find out the dirt on her?" he chuckled. "If so, you've come to the wrong man. I try not to listen to what comes out of her mouth as much as possible."
"I've been told that you said we've slept together, and before you go all high and mighty on me—"
"Heather said that?" he asked calmly.
"Did you know about it?" I asked. "Did you start it?"
"Did I start that rumor?"
"Yeah, Marissa said that all rumors have a shred of truth, and Heather isn't smart enough to come up with that on her own, so I figured—"
"That I started it?" he said, not really glaring at me, but looking like he wanted to. He put his hand on his face and took a few deep breaths. "I'm going to go and call her—"
"NO! You can't go and ask her!"
"Then what do you suppose I do? Leave heather to come up with these stupid lies?! I'm not going to sit here and let that hap—"
"You mean, you didn't make that rumor up?"
He gave me a smile, "Of course not. Sammy I love you, I wouldn't do something that stupid, and ruin everything."
I broke into a huge, stupid smile, "I think I kind of love you too, Casey."
He came over, "Close enough for me!"
We kissed, for what felt like an eternity. It wasn't nasty spitty, pushy kissing. They were sweet, tender, Casey kisses, which are the best kind.
"Sammy, do you plan on staying for din—"it was Mr. Acosta.
"Dad," Casey said, as we jumped apart. "This isn't what it looks like!"
"Yeah, it's exactly what it looks like. But it's ok, as long as it doesn't go too far. Understand?"
"Yeah, thanks Mr. Acosta." I blushed.
"So, for the last time Samantha; are you staying form dinner?"
