What A Catch.

Chapter 60

Pov Casey

I sit across from Beth at the table.

She slowly puts some cereal in her mouth.

"Their new song is sounding good." I say, eating a slice of toast.

"Yeah." She says quietly, trashing half of a bowl of cereal.

"You okay?" I ask, she isnt eating a lot.

"I dont know. The modelling place never called me back. I may go into music or something. I dont know."

"You were a model, someone will take you?"

She shakes her head, looking down.

We sit quietly for a little while. I get interrupted by a phone call. I quickly leave the room and answer it.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Casey? Thank goodness you have picked up! We have been calling for weeks!"

"Sorry, but who is this?" I ask

"Modelling agency of Chicago!"

"What about?"

"You were meant to be at that fashion show a while ago. We want you to model for us."

I gasp, "Im sorry?"

"Yes. Can you do tomorrow? We need a photo shoot for your profile here."

"I sure can!"

"Good. We shall see you tomorrow then."

"Bye!" I hang up.

I run back inside, towards the room with Beth in it.

I bump into Patrick on my way in, he looks troubled.

"Guess what." I say, shy.

"What?" He looks at me, confused.

"I got a modelling contract!"

I squeal and jump around. He brightens up and smiles for me.

"Well done Casey!" He suddenly stops, "can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure?"

"If we both turn 42... And if we arent married by then. Will you marry me?" I give him a weird look, "its a thing people do to stay safe. So we can be best friends into old age... I dont know." He says quietly.

"Yeah, sure. Ill probably be forever alone if not."

I grab him into a hug before rushing back inside.

"Casey." Beth says.

"Beth." I say.

"Im perusing music."

"I got the modelling contract!"

We both grab each other into a hug.

"Well done." She whispers.

"You too." I reply.

Pov Pete

I hear squealing in the other room, but I pretend I didnt hear it as Im meant to be concentrating.

"So yeah, those are some lyrics." Brendon says.

Patrick sits down next to me and tips his hat.

"Pete? What lyrics do you have?"

"Have you ever wanted to disappear? Or join a monastery, go out and preach on manic street. What will I do if I wake up next to a stranger? thats one part... I also have, permanent jet lag, please take me back. And dont let the doctor in I wanna blow off steam." I say.

They all nod and I add it to the pile of lyrics.

"I have some chords and a few ideas on tunes and what not." Patrick adds in.

Beth rushes into the room with Casey.

"Ive decided to do music." She shouts.

"I got a modelling contract!" Casey shouts.

Patrick stands up, "Casey is my backup plan!"

"What?" I ask.

"Im going to pursue a music career." Beth says.

"Im going to pursue a modelling career." Casey says.

"If Casey and I become 50 and arent married, we are getting married to each other." Patrick says.

Everyone has a look of surprise plastered onto their faces.

"What?" I repeat.

"You heard it here first." Beth says, walking away, mumbling about a guitar.

Pov Beth

I borrowed Patricks guitar, hoping that he wouldnt mind.

I sit on the floor in Petes room, and mine, for now.

I quietly strum on the guitar, I havent done this for a while now. I let my voice blend in with the music, soft and care free. I feel warmer inside, after so long, this feels like a new feeling to me. My fingers sting, my callouses not as strong as they used to be.

I smile as I sing Northen Downpour, one of my favourite songs.

After I sit, staring at the wall in front of me. I have to face by old house, which is technically now my dads, in an hour. Im calm but Im not ready.

I inhale and turn around, practically walking straight into Patrick.

"Holy smokes!" He shouts, stepping back.

"Sorry! I didnt see you... How long have you been watching me."

He shrugs, "you borrowed by guitar?"

"I hoped you wouldnt mind?"

"Not when you play music like that, of course not."

"Oh..."

"Are you going to get your stuff today?" He asks, cocking his head.

"Half an hour." I say quietly.

He nods understandingly, "Do you want me to come with?"

I shrug, "I dont know... If you feel like it will enlighten you..."

He looks at me intensely for a moment, before smiling and turning in the other direction.

I walk outside, Patrick is talking with Pete and Pete is nodding and laughing. When he sees me he nods a hello, stopping the conversation with Patrick.

"Lets go?" He asks.

I nod, walking towards the car that is waiting outside.