A/N: Same
"What are you wearing today?" Casey said as she dug through a dresser drawer to find another tank top.
"This," Olivia said, holding up a plain black t-shirt with a little bit of gathered material at the shoulders. She also held up a dark blue jean skirt, and a black belt with diamond rhinestones on it. "What are you wearing?" Olivia asked.
"This," Casey said, pulling an orange tank top with small hearts all over it out of the drawer. She also pulled out some faded jeans with several holes in them.
"Cool," Olivia said as she pulled off her nightshirt, exposing her bra and a small belly button stud.
"Cool jewels," Casey said, pointing to her stomach. "I want mine, but my mom said that it was either my tongue or belly button, so I got my tongue."
"You have a tongue ring?" Olivia inquired, pulling on the shirt.
"Small one," Casey said as she opened up her mouth to reveal a small ball on the surface of her tongue.
"Wow, do you ever like, use it?" Olivia asked, a bit uncomfortable.
"Only once, with my ex-boyfriend, but I don't use it really. I only like the way it looks."
"That's cool."
"Yeah," Casey said, walking to the bathroom to run the straightener through her hair one more time.
After a few seconds, Casey emerged from the bathroom. "Ready to go?" she asked, slipping on her white Old Navy flip-flops.
"Yeah," Olivia said, slipping on the same flip flops, but black.
"I like your shoes," Casey joked.
"Oh thanks, yours too," Olivia teased back.
"Morning Mom," Casey said as she walked in to the two steaming plates of over-easy eggs, bacon, and toast. Cups of chocolate milk lingered beside the hardy breakfast.
"Morning sweetie," Casey's mom said. "Good morning, Olivia."
"Good morning, Ms. Novak," Olivia said, amazed at the breakfast she had prepared. Olivia never got anything like this at home.
"Liv?" Casey asked, already seated. "Sit down," she said, motioning towards the seat in front of her.
"Oh right," Olivia said, uneasily sitting down.
Casey began to eat and Olivia followed. The breakfast was excellent. The eggs tasted of season salt and pepper and the toast was cooked perfectly, not burnt like her mother's had always turned out. The bacon was crispy, and the small talk exchanged between Casey and Olivia and Casey's mother actually felt normal.
When they were finished eating, Casey and Olivia walked to Casey's room where they brushed their teeth. They each grabbed their purses and Casey grabbed her keys off her nightstand.
"Bye Mom!" Casey yelled as they walked out the door to Casey's Volvo.
Casey and Olivia drove to school in mostly silence, until they reached the stoplight and pulled up against the convertible with Bobby and Alex in it. Casey laughed at how she had seen them the day before, Bobby ranting about something useless, like he was doing now. Alex adjusted the knob on the radio, turning the volume up to tune Bobby out.
"Wait, I'm talking!" Bobby said, turning the radio down again.
Casey laughed at the exasperated look on Alex's face as she leaned her face into the palm of her hand, waiting for the light to change.
"Do you know them?" Olivia asked when she noticed Casey's giggles.
"Uh yeah, sort of, I met them yesterday when they parked two spots down from me in the parking lot."
"Oh," Olivia said.
"Do you know them?" Casey returned the question to Olivia as the light changed and Casey stepped on the gas.
"Yeah, well I know Alex, we used to be really good friends. But Bobby kind of freaks me out. I mean he's really cute and all, but he has a tendency for just being weird. Everyone thinks that they should just go out. It's obvious Bobby's really into her."
"Oh, yeah," Casey said, suddenly aware of Bobby's attraction to Alex as they pulled into the school parking lot, where Casey had again, parked two parking places down from Alex.
"Hey Liv!" Alex said as she walked by the car where Olivia and Casey had gathered their things and began walking beside them. Casey caught Bobby looking at Alex's tanned body, fitting nicely into the white tank top with pink spaghetti strap shirt over it. She wore jean capris that had been rolled once at the bottom, apparently because of how short Alex was. She wore a scarce amount of make up, she was very pretty without it, and her hair was pulled into a looped bun in the middle of her head, her very few small bangs hung on the side of her face. Casey presumed she was probably in some sort of water sport like surfing from the way she was tanned.
"Hello Olivia, Cassandra, is it?" Bobby asked as they were walking down the street.
"Ugh, please Bobby, no one calls me that. It's Casey."
"Oh alright, good morning Casey."
"Good morning Bobby," Casey said with a laugh as they walked down the damp assvault, where it had obviously rained the night before.
"Wait, Case, how do you know Liv?" Alex asked. "It's only like, the second day of school."
"We had baseball yesterday," Casey said, opening the door to the school. "And we just decided to hang out after, and she ended up sleeping over."
"Wow, aren't you lucky," Bobby said. "It's so difficult to make friends quickly here."
"Actually, I made a few in my 2nd period yesterday, then we ate lunch together," Casey said as the group stopped in the foyer to talk before the bell rang.
"Who?" Alex and Olivia asked at the same time.
"These girls Alex Cabot, Mel Warner, and Abbie Carmicheal."
"Oh," Olivia and gave Alex a knowing glance.
"What?" Casey asked, feeling as though she had made a mistake.
"Nothing, they're just big gossipers," Alex said.
"Well, actually, Alex Cabot isn't so bad, but Mel and Abbie, ew," Alex said as Mel walked through the doors.
Immediately, Mel spotted Casey talking to Olivia, Alex, and Bobby.
"Hey, Casey," Mel said, walking up. "Come here a sec," she said, pulling on Casey's arm.
Casey walked with Mel until they were out of earshot. "What?" Casey asked.
"Uh, why are you talking to them?"
"Why not?" Casey challenged.
"I told you, you don't want to be associated with Liv. She's a slut," Mel said, her eyes widening at the last part.
"No, she's not," Casey said, firmly standing her ground. "I asked her about what you guys said, and I don't think I've heard bigger bullshit in my life," Casey said, walking away from Mel and back to the group.
"What was that about?" Alex asked.
"Nothing," Casey said, watching Mel walk away, embarrassed. "Just had to take care of a few things."
Alex was nervous walking to Criminal Justice. She didn't want to face Alex C. after she had duked it out with Mel this morning. She knew how these click things worked, they all stood up for eachother.
She reached the door where a good looking man stood, with dark shades on. She wondered why he wore dark shades inside.
"Schedule please?" the man asked, peering over his glasses.
"Um, where's Mr. V.?" Casey asked, handing him her schedule.
"I couldn't be here yesterday, Mr. V. was your sub. I'm Mr. Munch." He said handing her her schedule back. "Have a seat," he said.
"She walked to the seat she had yesterday, where Alex was conversing with a short Asian boy."
"Hey Casey," Alex said. "This is George Huang."
"Hi, George, nice to meet you," Casey said shaking his hand.
"Well Lex, Casey, I have to get to class. I'll see you later," he said, walking out of the classroom to his class across the hall.
"Hey, I know you talked to Mel," Alex C. said casually.
Casey winced, preparing for the verbal beating she was about to receive.
"And I think it's good you finally stood up to Mel and her ridiculous gossip. Abbie's not like that all the time, but sometimes she gets carried away."
Casey turned around with her mouth open. She couldn't believe Alex had actually accepted her standing up to Mel.
"I, for one, like Alex Eames, Bobby Goren, and Olivia Benson. There's nothing wrong with that."
"I'm glad you agree," Casey said, taking her seat.
Just as Casey turned to look to the doorway, she saw Brian slowly walking by. He shot her a wave and a wink, and she smiled in return before she began to blush.
"He likes you, ya know," Alex said.
"What? How do you know?" Casey asked, pretending not to notice.
"His best friend, Fin Tutuola is dating one of my friends, Monique Jeffries and she told me."
"Oh," Casey asked.
"Do you like him?" Alex C. asked.
She hadn't really thought about it that much, just that he was really cute. "Sort of, I guess," Casey said. "I mean, I don't really know him but he's pretty cute."
"Uh huh," Alex C. said, copying the agenda Mr. Munch had begun putting on the board.