Cas + Cas

Five

Caspar pulls his truck in gear, so now we're sitting in front of my house. "So this is your house?" He asks.

I nod. "This is my house."

"It's so...cozy." He says.

My house isn't exactly the type of house you would expect. The house is painted an exotic green color. The shutters are neon blue, and we still have Christmas lights up. Even though it's in the middle of February.

"Yeah, cozy."

"So, this is it?"

"Yeah, thanks for the ride." I say as I open the door.

"No problem."

I stop in my tracks. "Hey, um, sorry about snapping at you earlier." I apologize.

"Hey I don't blame you. I shouldn't have been so... Well me."

"No, it was me. I just... Sorry." I jump out and let the door slam back.

"Bye, Cas."

I wave my hand as I walk up my driveway. Before I can even put my hand on the door knob, it slams open. My mom is standing there in a bathrobe half open. Her hair is slicked down with some type of new hair dye. She smiles at me.

"So, hun, who's the new kid. Last time I checked you didn't like people." She waves at Caspar.

I look back and see Caspar's goofy smile spread across his face. "Hi, Mrs. DeClure!" He says in between chuckles.

"Mom. Please. Stop. Go. Now." I sputter.

I tried pushing her through the door frame so that she couldn't do anymore harm. She pushes me away and makes her way up the driveway. Can someone just go ahead and hand over the gun?

She places her hand on Caspar's rolled down window. "So, you're new." She says.

"Yes, ma'am. I'm a... Classmate of Cas's." He replies.

"Shoot me now." I mumble.

"Cas, you didn't tell me you made a friend." She turns toward me.

"That's because he's not. He's my stalker. I'm following all the latest trends now let's go inside." I say as I drag her away from the car.

"But... we were having such a delightful conversation. Weren't we dear?" Mom complains.

"Yeah, we sure were. Cas." He says.

"No. Mom. We. House. Now." I push her through the door frame. I close the door behind me.

"Cassidy, you could've let me talk for just a second longer." She says.

"No, mom. You can't. Just. Stay away. Please."

"Now honey. What type of mom would I be if I stayed out of your personal life?"

"The best mom ever."

I remove my grip from her and start walking towards my room. "Honey, you can't hide forever." She calls after me.

I shut my door and flop on my bed. What the hell just happened?

Okay major plot twists in the day, go:

•saw a random guy staring at me in lunchroom.

•get called out in class for music

•guy from lunchroom stands up for me.

•guy ends up being my stalker

•guys name is Caspar

•I have to give directions for his clumsiness

•I get mad at guy

•store owner knows of me

•Caspar takes a picture of me

•Caspar drops me off at home

•mom embarrasses me (okay not so much of a plot twist but still) 

•I make a list of plot twists that happened today

My head is spinning. What just happened? I must be dreaming. Yeah that's it.

I roll over onto my back and stare at my star painted ceiling. Dad painted it for me. Sighing, I sit up.

My computer stares at me. As if it's trying to challenge my willpower. I stare back, until I finally give in.

What the hell just happen? Is all I can think though.

~~~

That afternoon went about as every afternoon does. I got on my computer for the majority of the time. I ate dinner. Then I played on my phone for the rest of the night. Something at the back of my head kept throbbing. It was like my head was trying to tell me something, but couldn't get the words out. Per usual.

I throw on my baggy, old kitten pajama pants and an old T-shirt that I got from the laundry room. Plugging my phone up to charge, I wrap my arms around my chest.

I still cannot fathom what happened today. Out of no where my phone starts to ding.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

I look down. Someone was texting me the word: pebble. Over and over again. Who would be texting me the word pebble?

I unlocked my phone. The word pebble kept coming through. Finally after about the tenth pebble, a new text came through: Your yard doesn't have any pebbles. So I thought you know we live in the 21st century. Technology! Look out your window.

Caspar?

I went over to my window and saw Caspar looking up at me. "Caspar? What are you doing? Are you crazy!" I say just loud enough for him to hear me. Mom should be asleep by now.

"I need to ask you something." He asks.

"What?"

He motions for me to come down. I sigh and silently slip out of the house. I meet him in the backyard. He's sitting on our hammock.

"Nice hammock." He says. He pats down next to him.

I move over to sit next to him. He bumps my shoulder once I sit down. "So, what'd you want to talk to me about?"

He sighs. "Okay, so you know that project I have?"

"The one with your camera?"

"Yeah. That one. Okay, so for this project you have to take pictures of everyday life and explain your perspective of life and what not. So I already have my scenery pictures, but I need a, um, per say model for the rest of my pictures. And I was thinking of you. You know..."

I take in a deep breath. Suddenly I became self-conscious. 

"I don't know." I reply.

"Aw, come on Cas."

"I'm not a model."

"That's the thing. I don't need a model. I need a real person. A real person who doesn't cover their face with gallons of makeup. Someone who doesn't look at life like it's just one gigantic party. Someone who's pure."

"Caspar..."

"No seriously. Will you please?" He jumped onto the ground and started to beg.

"I don't know. I mean I can't just drop everything and become a model."

"You don't have to drop everything that's the thing. It's about life. So basically I'm documenting your life."

He was acting like a puppy dog. Who could say no to a puppy? "Okay. Only on weekdays."

He bounces up and embraces me in a bear hug. My heart stops. I started to have trouble breathing. Someone was hugging me. Actually hugging me. I tense up.

Finally he pulls away. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" He says and kisses my cheek.

My face goes red. "I gotta go back in." I say. Stepping around Caspar (frozen in shock I suspect) I walk back into my house. When I finally make it up to my room and look out the window, Caspar is smiling up at me.