PART 2
A/N: I forgot the disclaimer! I don't own Animorphs but I wish I did. Etc,etc,etc, yadda yadda blah blah, yackkety yack.
Also. I just want to say that this fic is probably rather pointless. Just be warned of this. And, as you will find out within the next 3 minutes, I like plot twists. In my fics, nothing is ever what it seems. Heh heh heh.
I know this is short, but I couldn't keep you in suspense. Also: Queen Animorph: When does pt. 4 of THe Gate come up? I love that fic! ;-)
As I stepped off the curb...HONK HONK! CAssie's dad (A/N: Anyone remember his name?) rolled down the window of the truck.( A/N:Fooled ya, didn't I? I oculd never maim Jake! He and Cassie are my favorites! -_^)
"Hey Jake, where are you going?" he inquired.
"To see Cassie," I said, hoping I appeared nonchalant, hoping that my anxiety and worry and nercousness and apprehension didn't show. If it did, her dad didn't say anything. He knows I like her like her and he respects that. To a certain degree.
"I'm just heading home now. Want a ride?" he asked, being friendly.
"Uh,okay, sure," I said. I'm sure I sounded like the world's biggest doofus, but, again, I don't think he picked up on it. Cassie's empathy must have come from her mom's side of the family.
We drove along in silence until we neared the driveway.
"She's in her bedroom. Go up the stairs, it's the second door on your left." He told me. "Go on in, I'm going into the barn."
Using all my self-control not to run into the house shouting "Cassie! Cassie! It's me, Jake! Are you okay? I'm here, Cassie!" I managed to keep my mouth shut and my pace down to a quick walk. I tiptoed up the stairs instead of ran, in case she was asleep, which she was not. She was anxiously sitting upright, staring at the doorway, apparently waiting for me.
I looked around the room. On Cassie's bedside table were a box of tissues, a bag of cough drops, a thermometer, a bottle of Tylenol, and a few books. Otherwise, her room was spotless, as always.
"Hey, Cassie. How are you?" I asked, in a soft voice that seemed to belong to someone else.
"As I said before: Not great, but I'll live. So where's the homework?" She asked in that deep raspy voice I heard over the crappy pay phone in the school lobby. Dammit. So it wasn't just the phone. (A/N: Hey Angelz! I mean it. You happy? :-))
"There is none. I just wanted to come and say hi and see how you were doing. And since I've checked on you, and seen how you were doing, I'll be going now," I said. Why'd I say that? Why am I being so mean? The girl's sick for gosh sakes! But Cassie understood that I just wasn't comfortable seeing her like this; she understood the way my heart ached for her every second of every minute of every hour of the day, 60/60/24/ as many days as she was sick.
"Jake, wait!" she said. "I have something to tell you."
"I'm listening," I said. My heart started racing. What is it? Maybe it's fatal?
"Jake, I have the flu. A very bad strain of the flu. The doctors say I'll be back to school in 3...oh man. My mind is just gone. I'm having trouble following our conversation." She said and took a deep breath. What if it was 3 months? 3 seasons? 3 YEARS!?!¿!?!¿
"In 3 weeks," she finished. I sighed. "What?" she asked.
"I was afraid you'd say 3 months, or seasons,or years, oh man, I was scared." I said, only now my heart was returning to it's normal rate.
"Afraid for me?" Cassie asked, confused.
"No, me. Not to be selfish, or inconsiderate, but I don't know what I would do. We'd have to go on missions without you. I think everyone is looking for an excuse to lie low. You being sick is that excuse. I son't know what I'd do if I didn't see you every day. For 3 weeks, I can come visit you almost every day," I replied.
"Oh, Jake," she said, her eyes glistening from the glassiness that accompanies high fever and the tears that accompany feeling really really really bad. A lone tear slipped down her cheek. "I'm sorry," she said," I don't mean to make you feel upset. I just feel very bad."
"Shhh, Cassie, it's okay. You can cry, I don't mind. It's just you and me. You can let the tears go, Cass," I said soothingly. Now I know how she must have felt when I had the yamphut. I felt almost as bad as she looked like she felt. The tears were silently cascading down her cheeks.
I must have stayed there half an hour. We just talked about anything, nothing in particular. Eventually, she looked up sleepily at me and said," I think you have to go, Jake. I don't want you to, but you have to."
"You're right, Cass. I don't want to leave, but I have to. I love you, and I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." I walked downstairs and out the door.
A/N: should I end the flashback here? Continue 3 weeks? Do part of the 3 weeks? FEEDBACK PLEASE!
A/N: I forgot the disclaimer! I don't own Animorphs but I wish I did. Etc,etc,etc, yadda yadda blah blah, yackkety yack.
Also. I just want to say that this fic is probably rather pointless. Just be warned of this. And, as you will find out within the next 3 minutes, I like plot twists. In my fics, nothing is ever what it seems. Heh heh heh.
I know this is short, but I couldn't keep you in suspense. Also: Queen Animorph: When does pt. 4 of THe Gate come up? I love that fic! ;-)
As I stepped off the curb...HONK HONK! CAssie's dad (A/N: Anyone remember his name?) rolled down the window of the truck.( A/N:Fooled ya, didn't I? I oculd never maim Jake! He and Cassie are my favorites! -_^)
"Hey Jake, where are you going?" he inquired.
"To see Cassie," I said, hoping I appeared nonchalant, hoping that my anxiety and worry and nercousness and apprehension didn't show. If it did, her dad didn't say anything. He knows I like her like her and he respects that. To a certain degree.
"I'm just heading home now. Want a ride?" he asked, being friendly.
"Uh,okay, sure," I said. I'm sure I sounded like the world's biggest doofus, but, again, I don't think he picked up on it. Cassie's empathy must have come from her mom's side of the family.
We drove along in silence until we neared the driveway.
"She's in her bedroom. Go up the stairs, it's the second door on your left." He told me. "Go on in, I'm going into the barn."
Using all my self-control not to run into the house shouting "Cassie! Cassie! It's me, Jake! Are you okay? I'm here, Cassie!" I managed to keep my mouth shut and my pace down to a quick walk. I tiptoed up the stairs instead of ran, in case she was asleep, which she was not. She was anxiously sitting upright, staring at the doorway, apparently waiting for me.
I looked around the room. On Cassie's bedside table were a box of tissues, a bag of cough drops, a thermometer, a bottle of Tylenol, and a few books. Otherwise, her room was spotless, as always.
"Hey, Cassie. How are you?" I asked, in a soft voice that seemed to belong to someone else.
"As I said before: Not great, but I'll live. So where's the homework?" She asked in that deep raspy voice I heard over the crappy pay phone in the school lobby. Dammit. So it wasn't just the phone. (A/N: Hey Angelz! I mean it. You happy? :-))
"There is none. I just wanted to come and say hi and see how you were doing. And since I've checked on you, and seen how you were doing, I'll be going now," I said. Why'd I say that? Why am I being so mean? The girl's sick for gosh sakes! But Cassie understood that I just wasn't comfortable seeing her like this; she understood the way my heart ached for her every second of every minute of every hour of the day, 60/60/24/ as many days as she was sick.
"Jake, wait!" she said. "I have something to tell you."
"I'm listening," I said. My heart started racing. What is it? Maybe it's fatal?
"Jake, I have the flu. A very bad strain of the flu. The doctors say I'll be back to school in 3...oh man. My mind is just gone. I'm having trouble following our conversation." She said and took a deep breath. What if it was 3 months? 3 seasons? 3 YEARS!?!¿!?!¿
"In 3 weeks," she finished. I sighed. "What?" she asked.
"I was afraid you'd say 3 months, or seasons,or years, oh man, I was scared." I said, only now my heart was returning to it's normal rate.
"Afraid for me?" Cassie asked, confused.
"No, me. Not to be selfish, or inconsiderate, but I don't know what I would do. We'd have to go on missions without you. I think everyone is looking for an excuse to lie low. You being sick is that excuse. I son't know what I'd do if I didn't see you every day. For 3 weeks, I can come visit you almost every day," I replied.
"Oh, Jake," she said, her eyes glistening from the glassiness that accompanies high fever and the tears that accompany feeling really really really bad. A lone tear slipped down her cheek. "I'm sorry," she said," I don't mean to make you feel upset. I just feel very bad."
"Shhh, Cassie, it's okay. You can cry, I don't mind. It's just you and me. You can let the tears go, Cass," I said soothingly. Now I know how she must have felt when I had the yamphut. I felt almost as bad as she looked like she felt. The tears were silently cascading down her cheeks.
I must have stayed there half an hour. We just talked about anything, nothing in particular. Eventually, she looked up sleepily at me and said," I think you have to go, Jake. I don't want you to, but you have to."
"You're right, Cass. I don't want to leave, but I have to. I love you, and I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." I walked downstairs and out the door.
A/N: should I end the flashback here? Continue 3 weeks? Do part of the 3 weeks? FEEDBACK PLEASE!