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A/N: So, this chapter is unbearably short and I kinda wish it was longer. But at the same time, I feel like it was a good place to end it. More to come soon, I promise!
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-S
Miss Imprint
Chapter 6: Enough
"Seth."
Nothing.
"Seth."
Nothing.
"Seth!" I narrowly duck as a great, swiping hand came at my face.
"Shut up." He mumbled, burrowing his face into the pillow below him.
"Seth." I tapped him on the forehead, jumping back to avoid his other hand.
Predictably, he'd never left last night, just snoozed content and lovely right next to me. And I would have no problem. Except that it was seven and we had school in an hour.
And he still wasn't waking up.
I ran back into the kitchen eyeing that beautiful sponge that I'd soaked in ice water for the last ten minutes.
I wasn't being cruelly. Quite the opposite, I was being responsible, ensuring that my dear, dear best friend got his education.
I was a saint really.
I practically sprinted back into the living room and eyed him from the doorway.
He was huge. I supposed I'd never really thought about it that much but now seeing him sprawled on his front, one arm tucked against the side of his head-how adorable- and the other falling to the floor, legs reaching to the other end of the couch and slightly over, I saw it. He was enormous.
Which made this even more fun.
I tiptoed so quietly, so gently my feet barely skimming the floor.
It was a feat.
Really, like my super-impressive spy skills were totally being wasted on these mundane missions.
But as I heard his predicted yelp of surprise, I realized that my line of work was so, so satisfying.
"School in sixty; up and at 'em sunshine!" I sang as I ran back to my room, locking the door.
A thud shook the frame and I cocked an eyebrow in surprise.
Boy was hiding some serious running skills.
I checked the lock for good measure.
"Cassie."
"Yes, darling?" I cooed, trying to sound posh as I slipped my shorts to the floor.
"Suck up all you want, I'm still going to wring you when you get out here."
I tugged my shirt off just as the door knob started to rattle.
"Seth, you open that door and I will rip you eyes out."
"Ew, are you naked?" He groaned from behind the door. And I stalled for a second. It was strange. Almost like that-no, he was joking.
And even if he wasn't, I didn't want him to want to see that-I mean that's wrong, right?
Wow, Cassie, way to make a huge deal over the smallest, tiniest, most insignificant-
"Cassie?" He sounded almost concerned and I snapped out of it.
"Yeah, just uh-I couldn't think of a-"
"I shut you up?" He sounded dumbfounded.
"Seeeeth." I whined; I knew where this was going.
"I think my life is complete." He sounded undeniably smug and if I wasn't lacking in the clothing I'd have smacked that off his face in heart beat.
"Seth, shut up."
"I don't want to." He shot back petulantly.
"Way to be mature." I threw a shoe at the door and I heard him snicker.
"Yeah alright, I'm heading out, I'll meet you at school." There it was again, that weird tug in my stomach.
It was almost like…disappointment?
But that was ridiculous; I was going to see the kid in like an hour.
I shook it off and nodded before realizing he couldn't see me.
"Sounds good, lock the door on your way out!" He acquiesced and I head his steps creak down the stairs.
And then the door shut and I let out a breath.
Things had gotten weird for me for a second. It was so odd, I'd never felt like this before with Seth, I mean, we joked around all the time. But when he'd made that comment, it'd struck something strange within me.
I wasn't sure what it was. But I knew one thing: that it didn't mean anything.
It just couldn't.
I climbed into the shower, pausing to look at myself in the mirror the was strung up a bit higher than I would have liked on the bathroom wall.
I wasn't that bad, right?
I mean, my hair was pretty foxy and I had some rockin' eyes and I was pretty petite.
And I had some serious booty going on, I mean I must have hit the genetic lottery on that one.
But if I really looked, you know passed all of it, all the stuff that didn't really matter, nothing much was different.
I was just the same as I'd always been: quirky, spastic and far too obsessed with my paintbrushes-slightly detached from the real world.
But for the first time in my life, it didn't seem like enough.
