:Dr. Love: APR Fanfiction [Casey]

Dr. Love's First Patient: Lance

--From the desk of Dr. Love:

//note numero uno//

THE FIRST PATIENT: LANCE.

This British boy isn't gonna be a tough one. He's one of my bestest friends - apart from Holly; no one can top that girl - so it won't be too hard to find him a lover. It should be pretty easy, really. Just watch him like a creeper for a while, see who he seems to have a liking for, and it'll be all good. After all, that guy isn't really that good with keeping secrets. If they're not serious ones, that is. I guess. Whatever. Onto the find-Lance-a-lover deal.

I'll have to force him to take his lover girl on a date, of course, since he'll be too much of an idiot to actually ask lover girl out himself. He'll need a boost of confidence and some fashion sense. Luckily, I can help with both of those. But the rest of it will have to rest on his shoulders - which really is getting me worried. I'm not too sure if he'll be able to handle that much pressure, really. Plus, the guy's really thin, so he's likely to snap. [NOTE TO SELF: REMEMBER TO FORCE-FEED HIM SOME FOOD BEFORE THE LITTLE DATE]

MY DIAGNOSIS: Some sprucing up and a shopping trip will do him some good. :)

You know you love me,

Dr. Love

xoxo--

Casey sighed, drumming a hand on her table, bored out of her skull. The teacher, Ms. Denzel, droaned on and on about random nothings, which bored Casey even more. Can't wait to leave, she glanced at the clock that sat atop the doorway that was the only way out of the classroom, and thought, "Almost there...any second now..."

DDDRRRIIINNNGGG! The school bell rang was like the lullaby angel's sang to her, and with a smile, she gathered up her belongings and shot out of the classroom, but waited for her best friend for three years, Holly outside impatiently, tapping her foot, watching as random students filed out of the classroom; some were by themselves like loners while others were with friends or even their boyfriends/girlfriends.

"C'mon Holly, where the heck are you?" She mumbled to herself, glancing down at the hideous watch her mom had bought for her the other day. It was a Mickey Mouse watch. Apparently, her mom still thought of her as a no-good toddler. What a shocker.

Holly then finally emerged out of the room. "Sorry 'bout that. I was just asking Ms. Denzel about my mark on the test. I only got a A-! I thought I had done way better, Case." She hung her head in shame, which made her friend roll her eyes. What an idiot. Didn't she know that an A- was a good mark, not a bad one? Casey would be ecstatic if she had gotten an A-, but it seemed that Holly was the exact opposite. Oh well, whatever. She had stuff to do. And that involved a certain British boy and his quest to find love - with Dr. Love's help, of course.

"Yeah. That's a real shame, Hols. Really. It is." As she said so, Casey grabbed her own test, a huge, red B+ circled on the left corner, into her folder marked "TESTS & QUIZZES." The two then began to walk to their lockers, which were pretty close to each other. Well, they couldn't see each other because of the cluster of students, but they were close enough to see each other and wave successfully if there wasn't anyone in the hallways.

Casey shoved all of her things in the open locker and grabbed her wallet that had her lunch money and an extra pair of five dollars in there and shoved it in her back pocket, trying her best to ignore Willis, who was just two lockers down from her, watching her with his huge pity-filled eyes. It was still hard to talk to him when there wasn't anyone they knew with them without him apologizing like a crazy fool.

Didn't he see that she was (sort of) over it? That she didn't want that stupid break-up to have to rule their lives and their slowly-building friendship?