Okay, not much to say, let's get on our way.
Dear, dear Diary - Pt. 10
"Liz, what're you talking about?" Casey asked.
"I think you know what I'm talking about." Lizzie said, one eyebrow raised.
Casey's heart thudded.
"Uh-- umm. No. I don't think--"
"C'mon Case. I already know."
"Know... w-what?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "About you! You and Derek!"
"Lizzie... I--"
"Edwin heard you two. Friday night."
Casey couldn't speak. Oh God, no. Lizzie and Edwin knew about everything.
"L-lizzie. You won't..."
"No, I wouldn't tell Mom or George. But... why?"
"Why... what?"
"Casey, you need to stop doing that."
"Doing what?"
"Casey!"
"Okay, sorry sorry. Well. I guess. I mean, it's most everything."
Lizzie sat on their parents bed, waiting for her to continue.
"His... hair. His smile... Everything."
"I see."
They jumped when they heard their Mom's voice call out, "Kids, dinner's ready!" And they hurried to the dining room.
XOXOXO
Casey saw that there were 8 plates on the table, so she automatically knew Sam would be staying for dinner.
After food was served, everyone was silent. No conversation whatsoever.
"So, Casey," Sam broke in, his cheeks turning a rosy pink again. "Are you going to the hockey game on Sunday?"
Casey glanced around the table, then back at Sam. "Yeah. Most likely."
Sam nodded, then faced his food, poking at the mashed potatoes with the tip of his spoon.
Dinner was completely silent the rest of the night, except for the occasional clanking of forks and knives against plates.
After everyone finished, Sam and Derek went off to play Babe Raider, Lizzie and Edwin were playing monopoly, Marti watching from the corner of the table.
Casey proceeded to take a shower. It was the only thing that could clear her mind.
XOXOXO
Casey stepped out of the tub, a towel wrapped around her chest area, her wet hair hanging down.
The bathroom smelled of the strawberry shampoo and body scrub. She wiped the foggy mirror and took a look.
Sighing, she slowly dried her hair.
I'm going to have to confront him sooner or later. We can't just be silent for the rest of our lives.
Casey picked up her clothes and unlocked and swung open the door, a light breeze stroking her face. But the breeze wasn't the only thing that surprised her.
Derek stood in front of her. Their faces were inches apart.
"Sorry," he said, his voice raspy. "I was just gonna... shower."
Casey nodded, and went slightly pink in the cheeks, and proceeded to her room.
She locked her door and leaned against it. Her heart was thumping so hard, she thought it would jump out of her throat.
Something caught her eye almost immediately.
It was a green post-it, stuck on the wall about 2 feet from where she was standing.
She carefully, but anxiously approached the note.
Case,
We really need to talk. It's been driving me crazy
the past couple weeks. I want to work things out.
Alrighty, I'm back on track. Hehehe.
It dreads me to say, but...
the next chapter will be the last.
Hold tight, it'll be posted today.
-tiffany