In the morning, my whole body felt flushed and hot. I felt so ridiculously embarassed I didn't know what to do. Do you know that feeling when you're doing something at the moment everything seems fine and okay, and what you're doing is so daring and different but you still do it because of... adrenaline? And then the next day, you wake up and all of a sudden you regret everything you might have done and said and don't want to face anyone ever again?
That's how I feel right now.
I absolutely regretted talking to Casey like that.. Telling him such important things. And hearing that he liked someone else. I didn't want to face him again.
Well yeah, I did want to see him. Badly, too. I began to realize that there was something about him that made me want to see him.
Even when I didn't want to see him, I did want to see him.
Some people would say puberty.
I say its injustice. We have come to the day where our feelings control our feelings.
The door opened, and Casey stepped in. "Sammy?" he said, softly.
Why did I want to hear his voice more? Why did he have to have that voice? I couldn't explain it, it was just so Casey.
"Are you awake?" he asked.
I sat up. "Yeah." I said, sucking in my breath because he looked even better in the morning. Was that possible?
He sat down on the foot of the bed. "Want to eat something?"
"Nah, I'm not hungry." I said. He just sort of looked at me for a minute, but I couldn't read his expression. "Then do you want to call someone?"
Yes, I wanted to talk to Hudson, Grams, Marissa, Grams. But I mostly wanted to talk to Casey himself, so I said, "It's fine. I'll wait 'til I leave. Besides, my mom wouldn't care."
"Oh." he said. Silence, then, "And do you want my dad to-" he stopped. "Never mind."
"What?"
"I was going to say drive you home, but obviously he can't."
"Oh, right." I said, then I added, "Listen, Casey. I want to know what happened with Danny before you brought me here. I don't remember."
"Marissa kicked him out."
"What?" I asked, not believing my ears.
"Yeah, when you fell asleep, Marissa told him to get the hell out of her house before she called the cops, or worse, her parents." then he added, "She said it, not me."
"Wow.." I said.
"What a shame, too. You could obviously tell she liked him."
"Yeah."
"He liked you."
"Yeah."
"What an ass-" he stopped. "What a jerk."
I sort of snickered. "And Billy?"
"He helped Marissa clean up the glass and left home."
"Oh." I said. That's it, Oh.
"He's a great guy, you know. He can be really serious when he needs to." Casey said.
"I wouldn't know." I laughed. He laughed, too.
"Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"You're also a great person."
My heart stopped for about ten full seconds (and two milliseconds). "I'm-"
"Yeah. You're... I don't know, different from most girls. I like down-to-earth girls."
"So that girl you said you liked last night is down to earth?"
"What?" he asked, confused.
"The girl you like?"
"What girl-? Ohhh." he laughed. Then he laughed again. Then he turned to face me and tilted up my chin to look up to his face. He leaned forward so he was only, like three inches away from my face. "Yeah, you're pretty down to earth."
"What?" I asked in a muffled voice.
"Down. To. Earth. You're down to earth."
"I'm asking if the girl you like is down to earth."
"Yeah, you are." he said again, a small smile on his face.
"Wh- Ohhh! Oh, so I'm that girl?" I asked, my face blushed like crazy and my heart beat ten times faster. "I- wow."
We just sat there for a moment, then he said, "I thought you knew."
"I'm just too slow."
"But wait." Casey said, "Didn't I already tell you at the concert?"
Oh, yeah. I remember later feeling doubtful and thinking he lied to me just because he felt bad.. Or something.
"Yeah, I remember. But I didn't feel like you were telling me the truth."
"What do I need to do to make you believe me?" his voice was full of hurt.
"No, its not like that, Casey, really." I protested. "I don't know. Like I said, I'm slow."
His hurt immedietly faded away. "You're not slow."
"Yea-"
"Shh!" he said, he put his finger to my lips. "Let's get downstairs and eat. I think my dad is sleeping, I can leave a note saying I'm walking you home and we could slip away without any questions from him."
"Okay." I said, "Sounds like a plan." he took my hand but right when I stepped off the bed, I realized I couldn't go out with his shorts on.
"Um," I mumbled.
"Oh! Right. I-" he began, but I bent down and picked up my jeans off the floor. "It's fine. But I want to change alone this time."
"Right.." he said, turning red, and I felt bad for saying that, so I said, "Wait for me downstairs, I'll hurry. It's a long walk home for me."
He ran his hand through his hair and nodded, "Okay. See you." and he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
And right when he left, I felt the sudden urge to need to see him again, right away...
It was a weird feeling. It made my stomach turn and my face burn (out of happiness).
So what was it called?
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