Casey Hopper has lived an interesting life, yet she never had any real complaints. Growing up without a mother and being raised by her single father until he meets someone new. Casey is forced to leave her home of Hawkins and her best friend Steve H...
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CASEY WOKE UP WITH A DEEP INHALE. She blinks once, then twice and swallows to bring some moisture into her mouth. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and realizes the surface under her moving. Looking down, she recognized the dark blue polo, and she felt her face grow warm. Her body was pinched between him and the cushions, while her head laid on his chest. His arm was around her back keeping her close. Her stomach goes up in butterflies, while she internally rolls her eyes. And he was worried about Nancy and Jonathan, like this was any better.
He stirred and Casey looked up to find him already gazing at her. She hoped that her cheeks didn't seem as flushed as they felt. He smiled sleepily, unbothered by their positions, "Good morning."
She pushes herself up with her arm, combing her fingers through her mangled waves and returning the gesture, "Morning." His arms shoot up and he stretches his back, then lets one rest over his head while the other goes to his side. Brown eyes land upon her face once again, and she started to wish that he would stop staring at her like that. It wasn't fair. And to stop the compromising gaze, she teasingly tries to shove him over, "You're crushing me, Harrington."
"Says the one laying on top of me," he argues, and Casey rolls her eyes.
"You're on my couch." It was his turn to roll his eyes. She frees her leg and jumps over landing on her feet.
Steve steals a glance at the watch on his wrist and mutters a curse, "Man...I should go." Casey pours herself a glass of water in the kitchen and takes a drink. Was it self-fish that she wanted him to stay? She didn't know the next time they would be together like this. Like old times.
He stands from the couch, smoothing over his clothes then makes his way to the counter. Placing his hands against it and leaning his weight forward, "You have any plans today?"
The teen girl purses her lips, and taps nail against the glass in her hand, "Hm, I don't know yet. The day just started."
He chuckled, his eyes more downward, "Well if you're in search of something to do later. Come find me."
She frowns, and nods slowly, "I'll keep that in mind."
His thumb goes over his shoulder toward the door, "I'm gonna go."
Casey walks around the counter, "You should go."
The door opens and she catches it, so it doesn't shut on him. He stops with his back to her then swivels around with a hand in his jacket pocket. She leans into the door, resting her forehead against the metal. His eyes reach hers, "I had a lot of fun last night, Case."
The girl smiles, "Me too, dork."
Casey wasn't sure what to expect when he took a step toward her, but it wasn't a chaste kiss placed on her cheek. Her breath hitched as the sensation on her skin lingered and his face hovered near hers much longer than it should have. Their faces turned in slightly toward each other. Casey was quick to note how close their lips were, and she wondered if he noticed too. He had to of, and that's why he pulled back, "I'll see you later."
