I wake up in my bed, and I wonder how the heck I got here. I look around and Caleb is looking at me with a goofy smile and stare.
"What?" I say sleepily, rubbing my eyes.
"Some guy brought you home last night." he says. he can't contain a laugh, and neither can I.
"He's just a friend." I say giggly.
"Oh really now?"
"Shut up Caleb." I say with a huge smile, I blush.
"So, did you meet this new friend at the meetings?"
"No I meet him in my window. he came down off of a rainbow."
"Well, he sounds nice. Mom wants to talk to you."
"Tell her good luck with that."
"Casey."
"What!? I don't want to talk to her ever."
"You've really hurt her with that."
"Now maybe she'll know how I feel."
He walks out shaking his head. it's a raining day, and it's making me depressed. it's been about an hour of sad music and looking out my window like in a movie. my dad walks in.
"Hi my baby-girl."
"Hello Father that I love."
"So you have a visitor."
"If it's mom, I don't want to see her."
"No, it's not your mother. It's some guy named T?"
"Yeah he's fine, you can let him in."
"Don't do anything bad in here."
"DAD! IM NOT IN ANY STAGE LIKE THAT!"
"I know I'm just saying." with that he walks out and T walks in. He looks behind him and turns to me. He smiles with a goofy smile.
"Is your dad protective?"
"No he thinks that going though a depression stage still means your a horny teenager."
"Oh, well, we should change his mind about that."
"And what do you plan on doing about that?"
"I plan to get you out of here."
"Like an escape or a daring knight coming to save the helpless princess in her tower?"
"Wow. I'm blown away."
"I read a lot."
"Does that imply fairytales?"
"No. I mainly ready love stories, and it's always the guy sweeping the girl off her feet and riding into the sunset."
"Well then this is no ordinary fairytale, is it?"
"No, I guess not."
"Ok, well come on."
"Where?"
"I don't know I guess." he says mockingly.
"Ok, just get out so I can get changed."
"Can't I stay?"
"No I will not let you be a perve today, or any day!"
"Uh fine Cassandra Anne."
"It's just Cassandra."
"I like Cassandra Anne better."
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Loss
Teen FictionShe's gone, I'm missing half of me, and nothing can change what happened, nothing at all. >