Language, thinking and Casey!

A/N: OMG! I FOUND IT! It was in my grandma's room. Huh. How'd it get there..? Well, I'm so frickin happy! OMG! :D I FOUND IT! Review, if your just as happy as I am. :D

Sammy's POV

His eyes darted around the room, and then finally landed on me. I saw his face change with each emotion, recognition, a smug look (At what?), and then fake surprise.

"Oh!" He said walking farther into my room more. "I thought this was Heather's room."

"You thought wrong." I said turning my back on him, and walking over to my full-length mirror.

I shook my hair a little with my fingers, and checked the result in the mirror. It looked pretty good. That was a gift of mine. I could make beautiful curls just by washing my hair, drying my hair and then shaking my hair a little. The end result always came out perfect. Yeah, some gift.

Behind me Casey whistled. My cheeks flushed and butterflies took flight in my stomach. I quickly rubbed my cheeks to make it seem like they were itchy, checked my hair, and then turned to him.

He was now laying down on my bed with his head leaning on his fist. I flopped down in front of him and gave him a small smile.

"So long time no see. How've you been?" I asked him still smiling.

"I've been okay. Could be better, but I'm good. How about you?" He smiled back.

"Heather's a pain." I groaned loudly so she would hear.

"You get used to her..." He said thoughtfully.

"So..." I began slowly. "When are you going to live with us?" I'm pretty sure you could have seen the pathetic hope on my face.

"Give it time Sammy!" Casey urged.

"Casey!" Heather said abruptly. "Me and Sammy both miss you!" I didn't even notice that she had come out of the bathroom.

Well Casey has that affect on people. (A/N: You know like when your talking to him, you don't pay attention to what's going on around you.)

"I know. Give me two more days. I promise, okay?" He said to both of us.

"Okay." Heather and I said sadly.

"So you guys ready to go?" He said more to me than Heather. Heather didn't seem fazed though.

"Yeah." I said to him while pulling on my socks and boots from below me. When I was done, Casey and I got off the bed and we all left the room.

When we (Casey, Heather, Warren, mom and I) piled up into Warren's Hummer, I finally figured that I had time to think.

So I guess your wondering about the whole Heather and Casey ordeal.

One, Casey and I are not going out. We're just very good friends.

Two, Heather and I hate each other (and sometimes, it's like we're friends) and call each other names whenever we want. It's not out of love or hate. We have a very complicated relationship.

And three, Casey isn't living with us because there's stuff that he has to do before he moves. I bet he just wants to have house parties. He keeps telling us to wait until he can get his stuff here. But he needs no help with that.

So while we were in Warren's Hummer, I started to think about how things would be if Casey actually lived with us. But I'm gonna spare you the details.

Anyway, while I was thinking , Casey tapped my leg twice. It was part of our language that we made up when we were bored. One tap meant 'I'm bored' and two taps meant 'What's up?'. As in, what's wrong. Three taps meant shut up. Actually I made that one up and Casey just caught on to it.

We add more sometimes.

'Nothing' I mouthed to him. He just shook his head and tapped my leg four times. I gave him a questioning look and he put four fingers and mouthed, 'We'll talk about it later.'

I nodded and went back to thinking.

A/N: By the way, I found my notebook. I proof-read this chapter and I realized that I never actually told you guys what I found. So yeah, I FOUND MY WRITING NOTEBOOK! :D :D

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