The next day I was allowed to go home. After checking everything out once more, the doctors gave me the green light. In three weeks I would be back in getting checked out once more, and then again three weeks after that to get my casts removed, possibly.
Mom had made a whole bunch of cookies, which sat in a bowl on the kitchen table. The smell of chocolate filled the whole house, making my mouth water. After eating hospital food for even just a day, I wanted nothing more than to dive right into the bowl.
It was then that I saw a guy sitting in one of the kitchen chairs. He had short brown hair, nearly the same color as Mom's, just a bit darker, and hazel eyes. Just by looking at him, even if he was sitting down, I could tell he was tall. "Casey, this is Brent. He's the person I wanted you to meet," said Mom, smiling and walking over to the sink.
The guy, Brent, stood up and smiled. I smiled back and hopped over to the table, sitting down in the chair across from him. Since I still had one good foot and hand I was able to use crutches. The one I held in the left hand was just for a little support, since my left wrist was broken as well and couldn't support much weight on it at the moment. "You know, I have a daughter about your age. I bet you two would get along pretty well," he said, obviously trying to break the ice.
I smiled. "That'd be nice," I replied and glanced around. "Is she out or something?"
"No, she lives with her mother up in New Haven. She stays the summers with me at my beach house in Tiger Beach. And, if you and your mother want, I'd like you to come stay there with us for the summer."
My face lit up. "Really? That'd be awesome. I've never stayed at a beach house before. I mean, I know we live near a beach and everything, but it's not a beach house," I replied, then looked over at Mom.
She smiled back at me and nodded. If I could, I would have jumped up and down, but it's kind of hard to when you're on crutches. So, instead, I just did a little mini dance in my chair. Both Mom and Brent laughed a but and shook their heads.
My dance was interrupted by my phone going off in my pocket. I jumped a bit and nearly yelped, seeing as I had forgotten about it. Pulling it out of my pocket, I saw it was Lindsey calling. Instantly, I felt butterflies in my stomach and answered it. "Hello?"
"Hey, Casey. Um, can I come over?" asked Lindsey.
"I'm sure you can, let me ask first, though," I said, looking over at Mom who was now looking at me curiously. "Can Lindsey come over?" I asked, and Mom nodded. "She said yes."
"Ok, cool. I'll be over soon," she replied and hung up.
I was waiting at the door when she arrived, which only took five minutes. We smiled and gave each other a big hug, which was a big mistake. Almost as soon as we did, I winced and bit my lip to keep from yelling. Lindsey seemed to realize what she had did and quickly let go. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot," she apologized.
"It's ok. I forgot too," I replied.
We made our way out to the backyard, where Lindsey turned on the little boom box we had. She was wearing a normal blue t-shirt and faded blue jeans. He long, light brown hair was halfway pulled up, keeping just the sides in the ponytail. To sum it all up, she looked sexy. Then again, she did in anything. She could wear the crappiest clothes in the world, and still be sexy. "Casey, about what happened at the hospital. Um," started Lindsey, looking over at me as we sat on the ground against the back side of the fence.
"It was nice. Way too short, but still nice," I finished and smiled.
Lindsey smiled back. Again, there was a moment of silence. Then, just as at the hospital, we leaned towards each other. As out lips touched, I felt the warmth spread through me and everything else seemed to melt away. It seemed like and eternity before we pulled apart, only to connect again. Her lips were like an irresistible candy that I could never get enough of.
Then, I felt her hand combing through my hair, sending chills down my spine. In returned, I wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her closer. She reacted by letting her other hand join with her first. I never wanted to let go, never wanted to be away from her. But, I knew that we'd have to let go at some point. Though, I would have chosen nearly any other way to force us to break apart than what really happened.
I heard a sound, then Lindsey was yanked away from me. Opening my eyes, I couldn't believe who I saw standing there, rage in her eyes as she shoved Lindsey back against the fence, standing only a few feet from her. Her eyes glanced from Lindsey to me, then back at Lindsey. "What the hell do you think you're doing making out with my girlfriend, you filthy whore!?" Sarah yelled.
By now, I had been able to get to my feet, but that was it. I couldn't move, just watch. "Your girlfriend? Since when is she your girlfriend? Last time I checked, she was single," replied Lindsey.
Already I knew this wasn't going to turn out good. Sarah normally tried to stay away from confrontation, but once in one, she didn't exactly back down. And I doubted Lindsey did either. Throw in the fact that they were fighting over someone they both loved, and it got a whole lot worse.
Before I could say anything, Sarah stepped towards Lindsey and brought her hand up. Taken by surprise, Lindsey didn't have time to react before Sarah's fist collided with the side of her face. Then, all hell broke lose.
Fists were flying, words were being thrown around without a care for who heard them, hair was being pulled, faces clawed at. It was like a cat fight mixed with a guy fight. And I had no idea what to do as it dragged on. Finally, I was able to think straight. "Would you two stop it already!" I shouted nearly as loud as I could.
Sarah and Lindsey stopped, looking over at me. Apparently, they had forgotten I was standing right there, watching them and hearing everything they said. The last thing I had wanted was for my two best friends to fight over me. Sure, some girls might think having guys fight over them is sweet and everything, but not if they were both your good friends. And having to choose one over the other could mean losing the other's friendship forever.
There was an eerie silence that followed as no one spoke. We didn't know what to say, and I was way too pissed off to speak. But, finally, I forced myself too. "I never wanted anyone to fight. Especially over me. And if you two can't get along without throwing punches, then I don't wanna have anything to do with either of you," I said as calmly as I could.
"But, Casey," started Lindsey.
"No buts," I replied, then started walking towards the house. "You know the way out."
