Sammy
It's been a week since the museum "incident". Grams won't let me leave the apartment, not even to go to across the street to the Pup Parlor or Hudson's. She's got me on lock down, and every five minutes she has to make sure I'm okay. I mean, I totally get it, but she can't keep me cooped up here forever. Not with school starting next week.
Officer Borsch told me when I was in the hospital that I really need to lay low for a while. What's that supposed to mean? There are these insane museum thieves who tried to kill me, and I'm supposed to lay low? Everyone knows the Santa Marina Police Department isn't going to figure this out anytime soon. When have they figured any crime out without my help? Not that I mean to, it always just sort of happens that way.
I really do want to figure this out, but I can understand what the Borsch Man was saying. If I lay low, and basically act like that museum bomb did kill me, I won't have burly museum thieves hunting me down. Which fine, I'd prefer that. But lying low to Grams, apparently means not seeing any of my friends, not getting to figure things out with Hudson, and above all that, not getting to talk to Casey.
He hasn't talked to me since he gave my watch back. What kind of person does that? Saves someone life and that doesn't speak to them? And what about the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing… are we, like, together now, or what? Because that kind of doesn't work with our parents in their current dating situation. Plus, if we were, why won't he at least call me?
Even though there were plenty of other things I could've focused on in my captivity, my stupid brain choose to focus on this one. Eventually, it was too much to bear. I had to do something. I pulled out my phone, and dialed his number.
Casey
My cell phone rang, jolting me awake. I'd fall asleep trying to beat the last level. Whoops. I picked up my phone, and saw the call was from Sammy. My mind wrestled with itself: answer, don't answer, answer, don't answer.
What could I say to her? How could I explain everything? It's not like she could just forget the fact I almost got her killed. She probably hated me. But if she hated me, why would she be calling me?
I took a deep breath, and answered my phone.
"Uh, hello?"
Sammy
My heart pounded as the phone rang and rang and no one answered. He wouldn't just ignore my call, would he? Finally, I heard someone pick it up.
"Uh, hello?" he paused, "Sammy?"
Now that he had answered, I didn't know what to say. Thank you? It seemed so little to say to someone who saved your life. Before I could speak, he did.
"Sammy, I'm sorry. I can't, I don't…" His voice trailed off.
"What are you trying to say? Sorry for what? Why haven't you talked to me? Can someone tell me what's going on between us?" Everything I had been thinking spilled out, I even felt a tear run down my face.
"Sammy… I can't deal with this right now, okay? I'll talk to you-"
"No. Casey. Talk to me, now. Tell me what's going on. You can't just save my life one week, and then completely ignore me the next!" As far as I could remember, this was the only time I'd ever yelled at Casey.
"… I didn't save your life." He said after a long time.
"Yeah, right. You just ran through a dark museum tunnel, punched Officer Borsch in the face, dug through mounds of dirt, called an ambulance just to be cool. Casey, if it wasn't for you, I'd be dead." I told him, yet another tear slipping from my eyes.
" Sammy, don't you get it? It's my fault you were in that mess in the first place!" His voice rose, but I didn't think it was to me, but to himself. What was I supposed to say to that? He wasn't right, I knew that much, but how was I supposed to get him to believe what was right?
"Casey, don't you know me well enough? I would've gotten into that trouble with or without you. It always happens, trouble follows me. Don't you dare blame yourself for that!" I yelled back, hoping he'd believe me.
"But Sammy-"
"No. You didn't do this! Quit it! It's my fault! If you're going to blame yourself every time I get in trouble, you might as well just quit hanging around me!" At that point, I was so frustrated, confused and in tears that I just hung up the phone.