My Teen Life

Casey This Casey That

Ok guys I have Casey's!!! I don't even know if your a fan of him, but I am, actually I'm a fan of everyone, kinda, not some people, but most.

Check him out, he's really cute (I think all the guys are cute/hot) You might of saw the pic before, but oh well------>

(Sam's POV) A/N I do her POV a lot because she's the star of the story.

"Sam you know that's your father's seat." My mother seriously said while sitting down on her chair. I was already downstairs and trying to get to the dinner table without them noticing me, but that didn't work at all.

"Can I just sit here for today?" I pointed to dad's chair. He usually sits at the end of the table, my mom sits to his right. Then I guess Aunt Maggie is sitting beside her, nobody is sitting at the other end because it has some of the food on the table. A crossed from Aunt Maggie was Casey (Liam's old seat) and then I would usually sit to my dads left (beside Casey), but not today. I'm not sitting beside him. I know I'm being childish but I don't want to sit beside him. It's going to be awkward.

"No." My mother gave me a sit down beside Casey or you'll go to your room look. Wow mom, I'm not a little kid any more. Jeez. I listen and slowly walked over to my seat. I actually had to listen if I didn't want to cause a scene. Yeah my mom's like that, anytime anywhere she'll yell at me even if I'm 17 years old.

I walked around to my chair and pulled it out. I sat down and scotched over to get farthest away from Casey. Didn't work because we have a small table, and the fact that if it move my chair my mom would have a meltdown. Don't ask why she just will. I tried to act as normal as possible by putting my elbows on the table and not on my lap. I was not going to look at him, if it was the last thing I do.

"Sam." Mom whispered my name and gave me a look of put your hands down.

"What?" I looked at her even though I already new.

"Sam." She titled her head down and stared at me. I sighed and flew back into my chair and crossed my arms still not making eye contact with Casey. I was sitting there for no reason watching people get there food. I wasn't that hungry actually, but there was delicious food on the table. (My mom is a excellent cook) There was lasagna, my favorite. I couldn't turn down her lasagna. But what should I do. Eat it, even if you feeling like I'm going to explode. Or watch people eat it, which would make me mad.

Of course I did what I wanted to do, eat the lasagna. It was mocking me. I wouldn't let it win. I reached over the table and grabbed some with a spatula (no, with my hands, jk) and almost dropped it all over the table, but I made a quick recovery with diving my plate under the spatula. I'm so skilled that way. I rearranged myself around the table to try to get things not organized. Pfft I'm the last person you'll see organized, but I was trying to get things... the way I like it... out of my way.

I started eating my lasagna because I didn't want it to be cold. I listen to the conversations that Mom, Dad, and Aunt Maggie were having...something about this George person. I don't know. Casey was jabbing his fork into his plate keeping silent, which was scaring me... he always had a big mouth the last time I remembered. Was he planning to tell everyone what he saw upstairs: Me and Brent almost having sex and then he caught a clear vision of my boobs? Oh God it sound worse when I say it over again in my head. Man, please don't tell, please!!! That's all I need is to have my parents know that I was upstairs having fun upstairs.

That better not happen or your not going to like the side of me that you never saw before Casey.

"Can you pass the garlic bread over." my Dad said looking over to the other end of the table. Casey grabbed the plate and handed it to me while I had my fork picked up with lasagna barely attached to it. I stuck my fork in my mouth making the flavors bounce in my mouth. It tasted so good. If I don't get this fork out of my mouth then I'm going to eat it as well. I grabbed the plate and handed it to my dad.