Open Feelings ✔︎

Realest Fake Date

Amber

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Casey

I am going to physically and emotionally hurt Maddie. How dare she? He doesn't even know where I live. Oh my gosh, he doesn't know where I live.

"You don't know where I live." I gasped looking at Jason.

"I met you in the elevator remember? Unless you don't live there and you were just dropping off a box." He replied raising an eyebrow at me.

Obviously I didn't think that through.

"Plus they invented this magical instrument that when you put an address in it it tells you where to go." He added with a smirk.

I don't appreciate his sass.

"Do you always smirk?" I ask because frankly I'm getting tired of the smirks.

"No, but I can if you want me to." He smiled this time. It was small but at least it wasn't a smirk.

"Actually I'm okay without the smirks." I said rolling my eyes.

"You would miss it." He said.

"I don't think I would." I said with a smile. "Anyways, can we leave or do you want to finish eating?"

He looks down at my barely touched salad and I watched a slight frown passed his facial expressions.

He took his eyes off my salad and he starts to pack up his pizza.

"You can finish eating if you want. I know Maddie left unexpectedly and now you have to take me home. So, I can wait for you to finish before we leave." I said not looking up at him. This being nice thing is wearing me down.

"Casey, you know I live in the same apartment complex as you right?" He asked.

What?

"Besides I need to pick up my little sister this weekend, and my apartment isn't exactly child friendly at the moment." He said finishing packing up his stuff and standing up.

"You have a little sister?" I asked, picking up my trash. "How old is she?" I can't help it, I like children.

"Eleven." He said walking to the door and holding it open for me.

"Ah, the sassy age." I nodded.

According to my dad, I was a very sassy child.

"Amen to that. How does one tiny little body hold that much sass?" He asked walking to his car. After a few of walking in silence, we reach a Range Rover.

"Suits you" I shrugged.

"What do you mean?" He asked walking to the passages side to open my door.

That actually took me by surprise.

With a small smile I got in and he walked to the driver's side.

"Well you are really tall, so I'm going to guess that small cars are not comfortable because of your long legs." I explained.

"6'3" He added as he started the car and I frowned.

"What?"

"I'm 6'3, so no, small cars are not very comfortable." He stated and I nodded slowly.