Disclaimer: I don't own Casey or Sammy. Or the song. :(
Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen
Sammy's POV
I pulled into my driveway via car, and when I removed the key from ignition, I realized someone was moving in next door. I stepped out of the car, and looked for any sign of people, but it seemed alienated. I looked up at my house, then back to the house neighboring mine. From the new neighbor's garage, I could hear music playing, I faintly remembered it from when Marissa showed it to me.
I threw a wish in the well, Don't ask me, I'll never tell I looked to you as it fell, and now you're in my way
I trade my soul for a wish, pennies and dimes for a kiss I wasn't looking for this, but now you're in my way
Your stare was holdin', Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby?
Out from the backyard, a man appeared. He seemed about a year older than me, (I was 22) and he looked good. He didn't wear a shirt, so his muscles rippled whenever he moved, and sweat glistened. He wore torn up jeans, and a bright smile. "Hey, do you live here?" He asked, motioning towards my house. I opened my mouth, then closed it when nothing came out. I simply nodded instead.
Wow.
Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right, at you baaaabeh, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
And all the other boys, try to chaaase me, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
Get a peice of paper, Sammy. Get a pencil, he needs your number. I need his. Now.
You took your time with the call, I took no time with the fall You gave me nothing at all, but still, you're in my way
I beg, and borrow and steal Have foresight and it's real I didn't know I would feel it, but it's in my way
Your stare was holdin', Ripped jeans, skin was showin' Hot night, wind was blowin' Where you think you're going, baby?
"That's cool," He said with a nodded when I managed a nod. "I just moved here from New York, so I might need a bit of help with my way around...you think you could help?" He asked with a wink, I nodded like a maniac, then I dug through my purse (I had just gone on a blind date that Marissa set up. Failure.) and pulled out a peice of paper and a pencil. I scribbled down my phone number and stepped forward. Handing it to him, I managed a smile,
"Call me, maybe?" he nodded with a laugh.
"I was starting to think you were mute.
Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right, at you baaaabeh, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
And all the other boys, try to chaaase me, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
Before you came into my life I missed you so bad I missed you so bad I missed you so, so bad
Before you came into my life I missed you so bad And you should know that I missed you so, so bad
Get a peice of paper, Sammy. Get a pencil, he needs your number. I need his. Now.
It's hard to look right, at you baaaabeh, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
And all the other boys, try to chaaase me, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
Before you came into my life I missed you so bad I missed you so bad I missed you so so bad
Before you came into my life I missed you so bad And you should know that
So call me, maybe?
Get a peice of paper, Sammy. Get a pencil, he needs your number. I need his. Now.
He nodded at me. "So...I'll call you later, maybe?" I nodded with a big, goofy grin on my face.
"Yes! Any time, at all!" He laughed again,
"Okay. Any time." then he turned and went inside.
Three Years Later
I dug my face into my pillow; I didn't want to get up. But the stubborn year old girl who stood next to our bed looked at me with the same big, brown, chocolaty eyes that her father used on me. Casey wrapped his arms around me, "Get up, Sam." I dug my head deeper and shook my head. A sigh, silence, then I was lifted up and carried downstairs by my immensely strong husband.
"Let's go." I was forced to eat, get dressed, then we drove Cammi to the daycare center, and Casey and I went our separate ways to work.
But not without a kiss first.
A long passionate kiss, that both of us very much enjoyed until oxygen began to scream at us. When we pulled away, he smiled and murmured, "Call me, maybe?" I giggled.
"I promise."
Sorry, I'm sorta obsessed with this song right now. :D My friend even did a dance to it. It was pretty funny. Hope you guys enjoyed, I promise I'm gonna go work on 'Undercover Love Story' right after I post this, 'k?
Review? Suggestions?
xoxo
Cammygrl