I looked at the band-Sweetrubbish-playing. A song called "We Got it Over With".
"So many people dancedance like they've never!"
By now Casey and I had stopped dancing like two dorks and were just talking and laughing like two friends should...but like I said before. We both knew that we both knew that we wanted to be more than friends...
Although I don't think I'd ever admit it.
But maybe I would. I never know.
"But I just wanna dancedance with you forever!"
"Sammy!" Casey cried out. "what the fr-"
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Did you know?" he snaps.
"Know what?" I ask. What was wrong?
"They...our parents are here!"
"Oh-my-" I looked to where Casey was pointing.
"And so I took it by surprise... I'm still loving you dancedance all night...!"
"Why is my mom here?" I murmured. "Out of all the people in the world...my mom..a rock band.."
Casey took my hand and led me to them.
But then he let go.
"And you let go when you're not alone...dancedance with me or just go home!"
Casey said, "Dad?"
Warren turned to stare at Casey with surprised eyes. "Casey and...oh..."
My mom said to me, "Why are you here?"
"Um...because Marissa and I won tickets and decided to, I dunno, use them?"
"But..." my mother stammered.
"'Cause baby we dancedanced until we had to sit! COME ON COME ON AT LEAST WE GOT IT OVER WITH! NO ONE EVEN FREAKING CARES-IF YOU DANCE OR SIT OR STARE! I thought it was chemistry...but it was our bodies with the beat...we got it over WITH!"
"Dad...why are you here? You knew I'd be here..."
"Casey...I had boughten tickets way before you told me you were coming...Lana said she kind of liked rock music so..."
"Liar." I coughed.
Lana glared at me. But she did not say anything.
Anything.
She just glared...but it softened down quickly to just a look saying, 'I know you like him but I'm sorry."
I shook my head. "It's not okay." I whispered. I turned to Casey. "C'mon. Marissa's probably wondering where we are."
Warren called out, "Wait, Casey!"
Casey turneed to Warren. "What?"
"Casey... I'm sorry. But you'll have to risk some things in order for me and Lana to date..."
Casey said something, something like, "Like what?" and he said some other things but I didn't hear.
Casey turned to go but turned back for a second and said, "Yeah, actually, I did risk a couple things...because of you.. But you're risking something, too."
"What?" Warren asled, confused.
"Our friendship, Dad." Casey said. "I don't think I can even talk to you without a feeling of disgust."
"Casey!"
But Casey grabbed my arm and pulled me away. When he let me go, I asked, "What did you say to your dad?"
He looked me in the eyes. "Sammy...it's not important, okay?" he paused and sighed. "Just...have fun."
"Too late for that." I said with a weak smile. "Whatever."
"And now for a song we call 'With Your Tears'!"
"Call me text me make me feel worse all riiiiight..."
I looked up at Casey. "I asked you to come because I thought it would be fun...I...I was wrong. Again, I mess everything up."
"And when you kiss me guilt takes over just fiiiiiine.."
Casey looked like he'd just been punched. "Did I make you feel like I wasn't having fun?"
"N-no...but..."
He tilts my chin up so I can look him in the eyes. "I'm having fun...I love being with you...and...and my friends..."
"I know that." I said, staring up at the ceiling.
"So why do I feel like you love me so much? Because baby I definetly don't have a thing going for you..."
Casey looks up at the ceiling, too, and we both look, wondering why our lives suck like this.
"I take your heart but it fell to the dirt, there are your tears all over my shirt, I dry my shirt dry my shirt with you tears, sadness is one of my biggest fears!"
Casey looks back at me. "God. I feel so lame. Like I'm stuck in some weird..."
But he didn't finish his sentence.
Xeslie screamed into the mic when he was all done. "ARRRRRRE YOUUUUU REAAAAAADDDDDYYYYY?"
The crowd screamed, "Yyyyyyyyyeah!"
"Now we want EVERYONE to sing along!" Xeslie screamed. "My quitarist is gonna sing this with me, c'mon, Xen!" (Ben?)
Casey said, "C'mon, Sammy, forget everything that upsets you right now...and have fun."
"THIS ONE'S CALLED 'YOU BUT NOT WHO YOU ARE'!"
Marissa and Danny fought their way through the crowd. "This is great! I'm having so much fun!" she
Yelled while the song started.
"That makes one of us." I muttered.
The opening chorus started, "One day I see your face, I'm smilin', pickin' up my pace! The next day I HATE YOU hate you- hate your WAYS!"
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOURSELLLLF? PLASTIC SURGERY? WHAT HAS IS DONNNE TO YOU? DESTROYED YOUR PERSONALITY!"
"'CAUSE GIRLS CAN BE CRUEL BUT YOU TOTALLY BROKE THE RULE! SUCH NASTY, SUCH FREAKS LIKKKKE YOU SHOULD NOT EXIST!"
Now, regularly, songs like this freak people out, but 'apparently', according to Sweetrubbish's Twitter fans, they totally understand this song. So it kinda became a hit and they have a whole music video with Megan Fox in it. I don't know why her, but she agreed to it. She does look like she has a stick up her butt, though, so she's perfect for it.
Billy showed up sometime during the song and was dancing along with the rest of the crowd, and Marissa and Danny. I just felt like whatever I did, my mood would not change. Besides...my MOM was rocking out, too, with Casey's dad somehwere. That information alone was just enough to make me puke.
My mom, being my mom and all, should have passed out the by the large crowd and loud music or something by now.
"THIS CRUELLLNESSSS HAS GOT TO END WE KNOW YOU FREAKS ARE CRAZY BUT,"
"YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT STICKS AND STONES AND STICKS AND STONES MIGHT BREAKKK MYYY BONES! GIRL YOU'VE GOT A LOT GOING ON, BUT IF YOU WEREN'T MESSED UP WHY WOULD I WRITE THIS SONG? ONLY FREAKS LIKE YOU UNDERTSAAAA AAAAHHHHND!"
"YOU THINK YOU KNOW BUT I'M NOT THAT SLOW I'VE FIGURED YOU OUT AND HOW YOU WORK! BUT ONLY FREAKS LIKE YOU WOULD KNOW! SUCHHH A JERRRRK! YOU BUT NOT.. YOU BUT NOT! YOU BUT NOT WHO YOU THINK YOU ARRRRRRRRRRRE! YOU BUT NOT WHO YOU ARE!"
I listened to the ending chorus. That song was too harsh for my own good. All of a sudden I felt this horrible warmth up and down my whole body.
A slow song called, 'Speak' started. No, not Lindsay Lohan's 'Speak'.
"You walk one way...but that's not the truth, because I can see inside of you.."
Casey awkwardly took my hand.
I looked at him, but I could not think straight. So much confusion in one night. I didn't know whether to feel happy or upset.
"You walk another way, but that's still not right..for you there's more than meets the eye.."
I could feel myself lose all of my thoughts. My mind blanked out and I couldn't see anything. I felt like I was just going to pass out right now and never wake up. I could practically see my life flash before my eyes.
I did see my life flash before me. I saw myself as a kid. As a kid looking through photos in my mom's room. One's that I had found under the bed.
I remember that day. I had flipped through. There were so many pictures with my mom...and some guy with purple Sharpie scribbled all over his face so I could not see him.
And I had no clue who he was. I didn't even wonder why he was Sharpie'd.
But now I remember. DUh. He was my dad. And now my mom was dating again and I could possibly have another one. And I can't believe I'm actually thinking this, but I never want to know who my real dad is, if my mom re-marries.
If she WAS married before.
"You tell me one thing, but I can just tell, there's someone inside of you waiting to speak for itself."
"Sammy? Are you okay?" Casey asked me. He put his arm around me because I was probably barely standing by myself anyways.
"No." I said, shaking my head.
Casey whispered, "Let's get out of here."
Casey started to lead me to the back. "Can we get outta here?" Casey asked the gaurds.
They nodded and opened the door for us. The whole parking lot was empty of people. Casey led to me to a nearby field. We sat under by a tree and I said, "I have a killer headache."
He nodded. "Sammy..there's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I mean...I want to tell you but I don't want you to think.."
"Think what?" I asked. I turned my head to look at the tree next to us. I didn't want to look at his face because I knw how uncomfortable he must've felt.
But I could'n't help it. I looked up at him, into his eyes. He looked into mine, as well.
Then he laughed. "Should I just say it? This is crazy!"
I nodded, adding a laugh of my own.
He stopped laughing for a second to say, "You have a cute laugh."
What was I supposed to say? 'So do you'? Are you kidding me? "Th-thanks.."
He sighed. "I kind of want to be more than your friend, Sammy."
"More than my-"
"Yeah. I dunno. It's weird. I can't really explain it."
"Try." I urged.
He shook his head. "I can't."
"Try."
"Okay okay. I sort of likeyoumorethanafriend and I don't know if you feelthesameway."
I paused. "I do. But I guess you're right. It's hard to explain."
"Can we discuss this later? When our parents aren't in the building next to us?" he asked.
"Good idea." I stated.
"C'mon. Let's go inside."
We showed the guard our stamped tickets (with today's date) again, and headed back inside.
"You're heart speaks for you while we kiss, I cannot forget about this, we're all expecting the truth now and then, so when will you tell me you love me? When?"
