What Should Have Never Happened...Happened.

What Should Have Never Happened...Happened Chapter Five

 Copyright© 2013 Ezar Soeparman

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What Should Have Never Happened...Happened.

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About an hour of cramming, I finally finished all my homework. Just as I was about to get up and put it away on my desk, a knock came to my door and I told to whoever was on the other side to enter before getting off my bed and walked over to my desk.

“Hey, are you alright in here?” Casey asked and stepped inside my room.

“Yeah, just finished my homework.” I motioned my head over to the pile of books on my table and Casey chuckled.

“May I?” He asked for permission to sit on my bed, which I granted of course.

“So this is Taylor’s room.” He said and I gave him a confused look.

“What are you talking about, you’ve been in my room countless of times.” I replied and sat on my chair and dragged myself closer to him so that I was sitting in front of him.

Casey’s expression changed into a shocked one for a brief second before it went back to his calm expression.

“Yeah, but it’s so much more different now, it’s been changed a whole lot that it feels like I’m here for the very first time.” He replied and stood up from my bed.

I felt a knot forming deep in the pit of my stomach and I eyed him as he began to take a tour around my room. This was pretty embarrassing because I haven’t even had the chance to clean up yet and he probably thinks I’m a lazy brat.

“Not a lot has changed.” I told him, standing up from my chair and headed over to him and pulled him to my walk-in closet.

I then told him to close his eyes and he instantly did. Not believing him, I waved a hand in front of his face several times and when he didn’t react, I smiled and opened the doorknob that lead to another room where I keep my old collection and positioned him in front of a glass wardrobe.

“Open your eyes.” I told him.

I watched Casey’s wide-eyed expression once he saw the collection and I couldn’t help but chuckle, causing him to look at me and flashed me a look of amazement.

“I told you that not a lot has changed around here.” I said with a smirk.

“Your Powerpuff collection.” He said and I chuckled.

“Dad told Rosa to throw out most of it when I was at school and these were all I could save.” I pouted at the memory.

I then pulled him over to a shelf and showed him my collection of Powerpuff Girls movies. He then made a comment about how bored he would get whenever it was my turn to pick a movie to watch because I would choose my favorite episode. One time, Carla broke one of the copies and Casey felt so bad for me that he wasted all his allowance to buy the same copy.

Such good times we had! I still can’t believe how morbidly obsessed I was with that cartoon. My favorite is Bubbles because I had this fantasy that Carla would always be Buttercup and Jason would be Blossom so of course, I was the sweet and innocent Bubbles.