Owen || Cassidy
Are you kidding me?
No.
So you really mean that?
Yep.
100 percent?
Yes, Owen. 100 percent.
So...
Are you going to tell me who you think it is?
You said you knew already.
I just want to confirm it.
I bet it is my ex-girlfriend.
. . . Really?
Yeah. I mean it obviously is a way to get me back.
How?
She is one of the few people who know that much about me.
Oh.
Yeah. Do you think I should call her and meet up with her?
Its up to you, I wouldn't.
Why not?
Because it wasn't her.
Um, yeah it was. You told me I was probably right.
Because I thought you were thinking of someone different. Key word probably.
Like who?
Me.
Why would I think that?
It's the truth.
Cassidy, why would you pretend to take credit for something someone else did?
I didn't! I was the one who sent all the stuff.
If so, how did you know all of my favorite things?
You told me! You told me the day before. I went out and bought everything, I have the receipts to prove it.
Oh. I guess I did.
I sent you those things because I thought you deserved it.
Well, um, thanks.
You're welcome.
Cassidy, I am really sorry for not believing you. It's just a really nice thing for you to do, I wasn't used to it. Most people just ignore me, they don't do nice things for me. Thank you, I appreciate it.
Okay. You're welcome.
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Mr. Pick-Me-Upper
Short StoryCompleted. "Keep your head up Princess, your tiara is falling." "Did you really try to comfort me with that line?" "Well. Is it working?" "What do you think? No, it's not." ••• When Cassidy graduated high school she never thought anyone would...