Mine - A Cazzie Story

Chapter twenty-six

Izzie's pov:

There was one problem with the scholarship I got. I had no idea what I was going to study. For Casey it was simple. Just take some easy courses because the main reason she was going would be track. I, on the other hand, had to pick a major. I was sitting in the library during a free period holding a list that UCLA sent me. With only a week to choose, I began to panic.

"Hey beatiful." Casey's voice broke my train of thought.

I sighed and slammed the papers onto a table. Oh well, it's not like I'm ever mad to see Casey. She kiseed the top of my head and sat down, looking at the papers.

"Stressed about UCLA?"

"Yes. I have no idea what I want to do and the overwhelming amount of options isn't helping."

Casey tilted her head and smiled. "Come on, there has to be something you're interested in."

She picked up the list and started flipping through it naming random subjects. It wasn't helping either. Until she got to something that piqued my interest.

"Uh what about psychology?"

"What?"

"Psychology. I mean, you're a good listener, you give great advice."

My mind wandered as Casey went on about my positive qualities. Psychology. That sounded good. That sounded right.

Casey's pov:

I stopped talking because I realized that Izzie stopped listening. She looked deep in thought. It still shocked me that she got into UCLA. Not because I thought she couldn't do it, it's just that the way she did it was so interesting. But I found everything about Izzie interesting. I waved a hand in front of her face and she looked startled.

"Iz, you good?"

"Yeah, yeah just thinking about what you said."

"Which part? I've literally been talking for ten minutes."

"The psychology part." Izzie rolled her eyes, smiling.

She started explaining how right it sounded. I'll admit, it was nice to see her this passionate about something. She'd never been this enthusiastic about track. I softly held her hand as she looked at me.

"If you wanna do it, I support you all the way."

"Thank you. Now I need to do this homework. I have to not fail Literature to keep my scholarship."

"Understood, I can sit here and be quiet."

For the rest of the free period I watched Izzie fill out a worksheet. No idea why, but for some reason it was hot to watch her write. When the bell rang, I gave her a quick kiss and ran to my next class.

The teacher was talking but I didn't hear anything he said. I was just thinking about college. Would Sam be fine without me in town? Who would bother Elsa if I was a thousand miles away? How-

"Miss Gardner, can you solve the equation for us?"

"I- uh-"

"Pay attention, mkay?"

I groaned and turned my eyes to the textbook. The day couldn't go by any slower.

9 months later

Casey's pov:

"Casey!" Elsa loudly yelled.

I was about to leave for California. I was also about to miss my flight. Things were flung poorly into suitcases which I unsafely dragged down the stairs. Surprised that I didn't fall, I threw my bags into Sam's car. He offered to drive us to the airport. I also had Izzie's bags, despite her telling me that she could load them in herself.

"I'm perfectly capable of handling my own luggage Newton."

"I never said you aren't capable, I'm just being nice."

Izzie looked at her watch and frowned. "Crap, we need to go."

I nodded before calling Sam. I hugged my parents goodbye and got into the car. Izzie and I were in the backseat while Sam and Paige were in the front.

Izzie's pov:

The car ride was mostly silent. Caseys hand rested on my thigh as she stared out the window. All the talking that happened was between her and Sam. That was until Sam spoke to me.

"Izzie I have a question."

"Go for it."

"Since your mom is awful, how did she react when you told her you're leaving?"

"Sam!" You can't just ask someone that!" Paige looked horrified.

It turned into a mini argument which Casey broke up. The basis of the argument was ridiculous.

"Woah woah let her speak!" Casey exclaimed.

"Well, as expected, she freaked. Its like she can never be happy for me. She basically told me to never come back."

Almost instantly, the ride became silent again. As if no one knew how to respond to that. Of course Casey already knew so she didn't comment.

We got to the airport shortly after and Sam helped us with the bags. In no time, we were in front of the boarding gate. Casey gave Sam one last hug (and head slap), awkwardly waved at Paige and we got on the plane. This was the start of our new lives.