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Now, my general strategy on how to deal with Casey during this marriage thing is, well, not to deal with him. And yes, it's not very nice. And yes, I got annoyed when he did it to me. But how else do I deal, you know?
So when I waited for him by the mall, it was kind of reflex. Marissa would probably make some explanation about "love" and "my heart speaking to my brain", but come on. I mean, when someone calls your name, you turn around. End of story, okay?
But thanks to Marissa, bad timing, and some 7-year-old's birthday party, here I am with Casey Acosta and his buds with clown suits heading over to Marissa's.
"You know what I could go for? Double Chocolate Ice cream!" exclaims Billy.
"Triple Chocolate," corrects Danny.
"No, definitely Cookies 'n Cream," adds Casey.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
When life gives you three teenagers in clown suits….debate ice cream flavors?
On the ride over, Casey stops at some local Mini-Mart to pick up drinks. Apparently being in a clown suit on a steamy day in California is dehydrating. Not that I would know. So we all stop at the bike racks when Casey asks me to go in with him to help him carry the waters. I give him the what-in-the-world-are-you-doing look.
"Hey, I'm paying, don't worry," he says with a shrug as he starts to walk away.
I catch up with him. "That's not was I was worrie—"
He grabs my hand as soon as we walk into the door.
"That's what I was worried about," I mutter pulling my hand away.
"What?" he asks, like he didn't hear me. But under the confused layer, I can tell that he was hurt, and he sure did hear me.
"Casey," I start, "I, well, can't hold your hand or kiss you or anything. I mean, I'm going to be your sister and everything. You know, it's not like I don't want to, I guess, but you're about to be my brother." I sort of spit out, staring at the ground, hoping he won't hate me.
"Wait," he said with a bewildered tone (I still couldn't look up at him), you wanted to?"
"Well, I mean, yeah." I said, cringing from embarrassment. I sneaked a peak up at him. He was smiling. Boys are weird.
"Cool," he said, apparently over it. "So, are high-fives acceptable?" he asked, back to the old Casey again.
I laughed. "Definitely."
So we high fived, but I still felt that tingly feeling in my hand when we touched. We both sort of hesitated to drop our hands.
"Well, let's go get the waters," he said with a nervous chuckle.
"Yep," I agreed with a little smile.
So far today I had gotten a super fancy dress, discovered another of Heather's evil tactics, met three boys with clown suits, and sort of admitted to Casey that I liked him.
What was getting into me?
Sorry this is so short…it was post a short chapter sooner or post a longer chapter later…so you can tell what one I opted for!
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