A/N; Enjoy and Review.

The next day, Casey was merrily walking down the hallway since no one has picked on him today. Just as the bell rang he found himself being pulled into the Janitors closet and the door being shut behind them.

"Listen Casey" Stokely began. "I think Carrie is a . well an alien. Ever since she came here people began acting strange. And, well that's all I got so far."

Casey stood there silently. He was dumbstruck.

"Well Casey?" she asked impatiently.

"No." he said.

"What? Are you stupid or something?"

"No, what about Marco?"

"What about him?"

"He could be the alien."

"Don't be stupid, just because you like her."

"I don't like her!"

"Whatever. Anyways, we gotta tell Stan and Zeke."

"What about Delilah?"

"No, she was the first one to be an alien."

"So what? I still think Marco is the alien."

"So what?"

"Tell Delilah and I will stop accusing him."

"deal."

"Deal."

And with that statement being made, the shook hands and went to go find the others.