A/N: The idea of this story came from songs and personal experience. Of course, I made everything much more interesting and glamarous in the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own SK.

I let my hand intertwine with Casey's. It was only the fifth day of my coming back but I felt like I fit in. A little.

My hair was still the same but Marissa confiscated all my dark eyeliner. I only wore my purple tank top to bed and I had washed off the Sharpie.

Casey pulled me closer to him, letting me snuggle up against him. "Tell me something." he whispered.

"Like what?" I whispered back.

He buried his face face into my chest and inhaled. Then exhaled. "Anything." he wrapped his arms around me.

"I play Call of Duty."

Casey lifted his head and laughed. "Sammy, I meant tell me something..romantic."

I laughed. "Call of Duty isn't romantic? I had to sell mine, though."

"Why?" Casey asked, puzzled.

"Cam told me I should. He told me he needed the money." I broke eye contact with Casey. "He used the money to buy drugs."

Casey pulled me super close, I could feel his breath against my cheek. "I've only seen you for five days recently but I still like you the same. No matter what you've done."

"Even if I dyed my hair pink and then cut it all off?" I teased.

He smiled and said, "Yeah. Probably."

All of a sudden I remembered something. "Where is Heather?"

Casey didn't answer. "Can we talk about her later?" he asked.

I twisted around on his lap and rested my head on his shoulder. He smelled like good. Really good. Like some sort of spicy chocolate. It sounds gross but you don't understand. I can't describe it. He just did. I really did think he cared for me, unlike Cam.

In fact, I knew he cared. As he absent-mindedly ran his hand through my hair I snuggled up closer to him. My room wasn't the most romantic place ever, since it was practically empty, but oh well. Besides, Casey was acting amazing to me and I had just gotten here. What more could I want?

Later, after Casey had left, Marissa called me "Sammy?" she asked.

"Yes?" I asked back. Awkward silence.

"Would you like to come over and sleep over or something tonight? We've got a lottttt of catching up to do."

"Of course!"

I looked at myself in the mirror as I cradled my cell phone with one arm in an ear. I liked the way I looked. Marissa had lent me a hard white headband yesterday and I was wearing it. "You need lighter colors." she had stated. "Dark colors make you look dreary."

"How about this?" Casey had looked through the racks and he came back with a white and pink plaid skirt, kind of like Marissa's.

I took the skirt from him and used it to whack him on the head. "Are you insane? I'm not that different!"
So anyway, after I hung up the phone with Marissa, I pulled out my laptop which my dad had gotten me, and opened up a Word document.

My re-makeover progress

[ ] Change hair back (exception made since C likes it. ;) )

[X] New wardrobe

[ ] Forget about Cam & friends! (almost! Still trying! I hate him..)

[X] BE HAPPIER.

[ ] Get all my old friends to realize that I am not really a druggie, it wasn't my fault and I would nevereverever do it again. (Marissa and Casey were easy, but what abou Holly and Dot? I haven't seen dot yet at all! Where is she!)

[ ] Figure out if Casey likes me or not? Was that kiss just a friendly kiss? OR WHAT!

See? I only had like 2 out of 6. But since one was canceled, 2/5. 2/5ths was not enough! 2/5ths was only 40%! 40/10% is NOT good. At all!

Ugh.

I need aTylenol.

My dad tells me I shouldn't take sleeping pills, Tylenol, or Advil for a few months unless it's a suuuper emergency. He says I've had enough drugs in my body for a whole year. After a few months I'll be good to go. I think. I hope. I don't know. Things were weird.

I shoved some sweat pants and a cami into a bag with my tooth brush and decided to go over to Marissa's then. Maybe things would be better later.

When I got to Marissa's house, she was sitting on her porch steps with a bag of Sour Patch Kids.

"Want some?" she asked, thrusting the candy toward me.

"Uh, no thanks." I said, and I sat down beside her. "Did you dy your hair?"

She nodded. "Like it?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "You look great."

And she did. Her wavy light brown curls came down to her back and she looked so beautiful and tan in her white cami and denim shorts and white flip flops. Like a delicate angel.

God, I'm so weird.

Whereas I, on the other hand, looked dumb. With my black ripped jeans and dumb navy blue fitted long sleeved V-necked tee shirt, and my choppy, jagged dark brown hair which was so thin anyways, I looked like some pale ghostly goth or something. I had vetoed the makeup already thanks to Casey, so I guess I looked a liiittle better than before but then again, not really compared to Marissa. She was like some preppy goddess and I was, like I said, a goth ghost.

"You need a tan." Marissa studied me.

I looked at my hands. "Ya think?"

She nodded. "Did you bring a tank top and shorts? We're gonna tan."

I shook my head. "Just some old sweat pants."

She gave me a disgusted look. "You're still the same Sammy, ughh." but she grinned afterwards. "I like that. I'll go get you some shorts."

As she headed inside, I pulled off my shirt to put on my cami. The reason I did it on her front lawn was only because she had a huge driveway and lots of trees so passerbiers wouldn't even bother to look at her porch, it was practically blocked with the gate and the trees anyway, even if her gate was open.

Trouble is, as I'm reaching into my bag to grab my cami, someone says, "What the heck, Sammy? What are you doing in your bra?"

I look up to see Danny, Billy, and Casey, standing there, slighty amused by the freak show with a only a bra on.

I blushed and covered myself with my cami. "Shut up. We're tanning."

"Where's Marissa?" Billy asked. "Looks like your alone right now."

"She inside. I'm not alone, Billy. Why would I be tanning alone in a bra on someone else's front porch?"

"Because you're a freak." Danny said.

"That's true." Billy said.

"What? Thanks guys. Glad to know you love me." I quickly slipped on the cami just as Marissa emerged.

"Here you go--" she stopped and looked at the three guys standing there. "Hello." she said. "Did I invite you?" she smirked.

"No," Danny said, "But don't I have permission to stop by and say hi to my girlfriend when I can?"

She smiled and said, "Aww, fine." I don't think she noticed that he had a secret little hint of doubt in his voice when he had said that. What a liar.

"We're tanning." Marissa explained. She handed me her shorts. "You can go inside and put them on."

So I did. When I came back out, I shoved my pants in my bag and said, "So do you guys wanna tan, too?"

They looked at me like I was psycho. Not that they weren't already tanned enough. Casey looked amazing in his casual t-shirt and shorts. I barely even noticed how Danny and Billy looked because I was too into looking at Casey.

Casey could tell that I was checking him out, and he gave me a sly wink. I blushed and turned to Marissa. She was also super tan. I was the only idiot who was as pale as my Word document background color. Gross.

"Actually," Casey said, "we came here for a reason. To ask you guys in you wanted to join us? We're going to the beach." he gave a little glance at me and smiled, "You guys can work on your tanning there."

I was so embarassed. Everyone could tell that I was the only ghost here. Guhhh.

"Sure!" Marissa cried out. "Of course! Won't that be fun, Sammy? You'll come, right?"

I nodded. I had started to go by Sammy again. It was part of my reformation package deal plan thingy.

"We're going in Casey's car." Billy said, looking at me. "Annnnnnd Sammy, since it's your first time in his car, I will take the pleasure to inform you that if anything is even a little ruined in his car, he will hurt you."

"No I won't!" Casey looked at me. "Ignore him. I won't do anything to you, Sammy."

Danny rolled his eyes. "He does to us. He's usually so paranoid. He's only making an exception for you because he's, like, loved you forever."

Casey punched Danny. I didn't mind, I just thought it was extremely cute.

"Okay." I told Casey. "I won't mess anything up."

"So let's go!" Marissa said. "I haven't been to the beach in a whole month!"

As we were all heading over to Casey's car, no, SUV out on the side of the road, I said, "Stop, wait for me. I need to go get some grape juice, I always drink it at the beach and on the ride there." I eyes Casey evilly and he raised an eyebrow like, "Really, Sammy?"

Billy punched Casey. "Isn't she lovely, Casey?"

I laughed. "Just kidding." and Casey smirked.

"I thought so." he said, and since I had beenf flirting with him, he said, "Maybe the juice would add some color to your skin." as he grabbed my arm, he said, "Or some meat on your arms. Why are you so thin?"

"It's called exercising." I said. "Ever heard?"

His hand slid down from my arm to my hand as he led me to his car. "See? You really haven't changed."

Yeah. I know. I haven't changed a bit.

A/N: That's not the end of the story, I think. I'll add more. This is redicalous! This is the dumbest story ever. I'd like to thank you if you're even bothering to read it. Review!