Not Another Cheesy Romance Novel

October 31, 2015 (Jaime)/(Casandra)

I was so tired of Isaiah, he didn't even want me. He treated me so poorly, and acted like it was nothing. I loved him and all but, I just, could NOT stand it. I needed to get back at him for leaving me and throwing me on the street for that buck-toothed whore.

"Dylan..." I whispered. I got a pen and paper. Started writing a letter. It went like this:

Dear Dylan,
  Cas, and Isaiah, have started settling down. They're trying to start a family, and have a life. It's wrong, all they were supposed to do was get a jug of milk. What the hell? How is this okay? You wanna know where they are? I'll tell you, if you take them both out. I can not stand for this, he has treated me so unfairly and something needs to be done. Write me back, Sincerely, your lover, Jaime.

And that was it. I had always secretly had a thing for Dylan, me and Isaiah had hit it off from the start. But even with the chemistry between me and Isaiah, when I would get frustrated with him. I would go to Dylan for release. Me and Dylan have done somethings that weren't things I should have done to Isaiah. But he shouldn't have made me mad. So, he deserved it.

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Isaiah was up last night calling Jaime. I don't know why. He said he was over with her. It makes me sad that he keeps going back to someone who isn't good for him. He is just going to keep getting hurt.

I went and got breakfast, more waffles and orange juice. 5 more boxes of cereal, 7 more cartons of milk, and 4 cartons of orange juice. Maybe this wasn't what they wanted, too bad, they had to get over it.

I got back to the room and Isaiah still hadn't gotten breakfast.
"You okay?" I asked. He seemed a little upset, he wasn't bawling but I saw a few tears fall out of his sterling blue eyes. It saddened me. He was obsessed with a girl he should not have been obsessed with.
"I guess.." He wiped his few tears, and sniffled ".. I just don't know why it has to be like this"
I shook my head and gave him a hug. He smiled. That made me feel good. As long as he was happy.

I walked down to breakfast with him, I watched him eat, and stole some of his waffles, like I was his needy, spoiled girlfriend. I should have been. No no, I shouldn't be focused on a relationship right now. He was adorable, the more he talked, and laughed, the more infatuated I became with him. Once he was finished, he went and helped around the hotel. I got a call from one of the places where I had applied, it was nice to feel like I could actually do something around here, they said they wanted an interview, sometime soon. I was excited.

Later that night, me and Isaiah made some more spaghetti-o's, oh, how I loved spaghetti-o's. He on the other hand, did not seem to be a big fan. More for me, though. After we ate, we took our candy out, and sat outside the hotel. Not many kids came by throughout the night, but a few did, and they took around 4 pieces a pop, we still had an almost full bucket at the end of the night. So, we went around and knocked on a few hotel doors, and gave candy to the kiddos, went down to the pool, gave candy to those kids, and gave candy to some of the employees. By this time, it was 9:30 Pm, our bucket of candy was only half full, we still had quite a bit left. We figured we would save that too, theres nothing that shouldn't be saved, especially since we're rationing. But instead of rationing, we ate a LOT of candy. Ate a lot of candy, asked for some more blankets, to build a pillow fort, watched a movie, then cuddled, and fell asleep.

We were so much like a couple, I loved it. Maybe we would be one day, maybe we wouldn't. I didn't know, I just knew that I was falling in love with him and even though I didn't want to, at this point, I had no choice. It was scary, but exciting. That night was peaceful, no phone calls, knocks on the door, nothing. Just me and him. It was perfect, the next day wouldn't be so perfect, and we both knew that, not that we cared. All we cared about, was the now, sure we were prepared for something bad to happen, but we didn't worry a lot, even though we knew it was coming, and believe me, it did come, it came in the form of a horrible, human being, who only lives to make the lives of others miserable. Whether or not we wanted it to, it came, and it came without caring about the scars it left. And this, my friend, is where the story is actually beginning.