A/N: Okay, so, I know that this took a really long time, but I've just now sat down to write it. And I know that it's ridiculously short, but I think you guys will like it. :)

Anyways, thanks for the reviews! You guys are awesome!

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Shooting Stars: A Wish

It's been a week since I tried to tell Casey how I feel about her. She and Drake apparently got in some huge fight a couple days ago, so that's a plus. She won't tell me what happened, though; just that she was thinking of breaking up with him for it.

I had to restrain myself from jumping up and down like an idiot when she told me that.

I'm sitting down in my recliner (the one I've had for "forever and three days," as Casey puts it), watching television and letting my mind wander over to thoughts of Casey. This is normal, by the way. If I'm not with Casey, then I'm thinking about her. It's kind of sad, really, but you learn to get used to things like this.

I hear a knock at my door and tromp over, wondering who would be visiting at this time of night, before looking through the peep hole, smiling and opening the door. "Hey, Case. What's up?" I ask, stepping aside to let her in and closing the door.

She shrugs, taking off her jacket and hanging it on the coat rack. "Oh, nothing."

I raise my eyebrow, doubtful of this. It's never "nothing" with Casey. So, when she says this, I know something's up. "Riight. 'Cause that's believable."

She shoots me a withering look, walking farther into my apartment and plopping down on the couch, making herself at home. This is the way we are with each other now. Our fights aren't really fights anymore; actually... come to think of it, the only thing we ever really fight about anymore is when one or the other of us gets into a relationship. Which makes sense on my part, I guess, but not hers. I refuse to get my hopes up, though, so I don't even go there.

She huffs, "Drake and I broke up. It wasn't pretty."

Holding in my growing bubble of excitement, I sit down next to her and begin to play the role I had played for the past couple years: consoling best friend.

God, this sucks. I'm stuck in the Friend Zone.

Kill me now, please.

"Well..." I encourage, not really knowing what to say, even though we've done this dozens of times. Not that Casey is a serial dater or anything, she just... can't seem to keep a toe-hold on her relationships.

She looks at me, and I can't quite decipher the expression on her face. "He dumped me."

Now, this... No, this, I don't believe. "You serious?" Why would anyone break up with Casey? Sure, I mean, she can be kind of a control freak and overly dramatic sometimes, but that's what makes her who she is. That's why I love her.

Her head falls back on the couch, eyes closed. "Yeah. He said... he said that..." she trails off, wringing her hands in her lap.

I inch closer to her, anxious to hear what she has to say. "What, Casey? What did he say?" Is it just me, or did I just see a shooting star go by my window?

She lifts her head back up and stares at me, her eyes wide and nervous. "He said that I need to come to terms with how I feel about you before I can ever be in a relationship." She says this all in one breath, and it takes a minute before it finally sinks in.

"What feelings?" I gulp, silently wishing on that star.

"These," she breathes, leaning forward and capturing my lips with hers. At first, I'm too shocked to do anything, but I finally come to my senses and begin to respond.

We pull apart, breathless, and her hands are all in my hair and mine are resting on her hips. "Casey... I had no idea that you..." I can't finish it – I'm too giddy. And slightly confused. But more giddy than anything.

"Yeah. I didn't know that you did, either." She's smiling widely at me, and I can't help but notice that I've been smiling since she told me he broke up with her. "So... what now?" she asks.

"This now," I reply, and pull her back into a kiss.

Maybe wishing on shooting stars isn't so bad, after all.