Title: Another Brick in the Wall
Author: If you don't know by now, you really need to check a few things.
Rating: This hasn't changed...
Disclaimer: That goes for this too.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't know. School sucks, want to bomb the damn place. Hate it more than Casey hates school. Want to herd all the little Delilah's at my school into a little pen and give them little necklaces loaded with napalm. Want to give all the Gabe's at my school brief's loaded with napalm. Want to give some of my teachers who relentlessly beat down our spirits little presents.
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Casey was sitting on his bed at one a.m. the night after his mother had told him he might have to move to Kentucky. His mother was sleeping in a hotel room downtown. His father was asleep, aided in his quest for total unconsciousness by the wonder of sleeping pills. Oddly, the one thing he was terrified of about leaving was not that he would leave Delilah, but Kit.
He shook his head furiously. And Kit didn't even know! He had to tell her! How would it be possible for him to just leave her without any warning! She was his best friend. He leaped off his bed quickly and grabbed his jacket. He ran down the stairs and out the front door, shrugging the jacket on as he ran. He pulled his bicycle out from the side of the garage and jumped on. By the time he had biked the mile to Kit's house, his legs felt like jelly. He managed to shove the bike into the bushes with one rush of energy. Quickly he moved to the front welcome mat and took out the spare key. Letting himself into the garage, he walked up the small spiral stairs that led to Kit's room and knocked lightly on the door. Knocked again. Kept up a steady beat on her door with his knuckles. Five minutes later the door swung open and Casey was greeted with the welcome sight of a very tired and unwelcoming Kit squinting into the stairwell at him. Only on earpiece of her glasses was actually on her ear. She fixed that.
"Casey?" she mumbled, fiddling with the straps on her tank top. "What are you doing?"
"My dad cheated on my mom and they're getting a divorce. I might have to move away," he blurted out, and then promptly burst into tears.
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"It made me feel like shit for being related to him," muttered Casey, twisting the comforter between his fingers. Kit had immediately seated him on her bed and wrapped the comforter around his shoulders. (THIS IS WINTER!) He had cried until all tears had left his body, and felt better for it. He could feel the warmth of Kit's arms wrapped around him even through the comforter. She smoothed the hair back from his temple gently.
"It hurts, I'm sure," she said quietly. Casey sniffed.
"You're so lucky. Your parents love each other. Your dad would never-"
Kit rubbed her hand over his back soothingly, tracing small circles with the palm of her hand. Casey covered his face with his hands as he burst into tears again. Shame weighed down his heart. Crying? Crying? He hadn't cried in so long, not like this. Not in front of Kit. Or any other girl. He tried to shut out the idea of divorce by changing the subject.
"Kit?" he asked in a muffled voice. "Do you think I'm a wuss?"
He felt her hair shake against his cheek as she shook her head. "No, of course not!" she cried softly. "Why would you think that?"
He sniffed. "Because I'm crying. I shouldn't cry. Everyone knows guys aren't supposed to cry."
He heard her sharp intake of breath as he guessed she was trying to come up with a good answer to that.
"Casey, I don't think you lack in any sort of courage, or...or testosterone. You're not a wuss. I think it's wonderful that you can admit you have feelings, and that you let them out."
The kind words pierced his heart and he shuddered with another wave of sobs. "I don't want to move, I don't want my parents to get a divorce, I don't want any of this to happen! It's not fair!"
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From the moment Kit had opened the door to see Casey standing there, she knew that something terrible had happened. But she expected him to tell her calmly, with his usual pithy remarks about how fucked up his life was. But he burst into tears. Crying. Sobbing. Like he was doing now, sobbing against her shoulder.
"Shh...shh...it'll be all right," she whispered, halfway torn between comforting Casey and being petrified that her parents would wake up or his father would wake up and find him gone. She sighed, looking out her window at the frosty cold night, devoid of snow as of two weeks ago.
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"I think I can go home now," whispered Casey.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
Casey stood up and put Kit's comforter back down on her bed, then looked back at his best friend. She wasn't looking at him, she was looking out the window. Kit really was pretty, he thought to himself. Her eyes were a soft understated green, almost unnoticeable unless in a certain light, like now. Her eyes looked dark green, like the green of magnolia leaves. He wondered what he would do if he could never see her again. If he had to move away.
"Kit?" he asked quietly. She looked back at him sharply. (Stop laughing, Becky.)
"Yes? Sorry?"
"I...think you'd like your spare key back," he said quickly. Kit took it from his outstretched hand and put it in her pocket.
"Thanks. I'll let you out?"
"Yeah. Thank for letting me come."
"Any time, Casey," she said, cupping his chin in her hand. "I mean that."
He nodded. "You're my best friend, Kit."
She hugged him tightly. "You're mine too."
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Grrrrrrr.................must kill school.
Grrrrrrr.................make me feel better.
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