(NOW ON NEW ACCOUNT + WILL BE DELETED SOON) Call Me Casey

“I threw a wish in the well,

Don't ask me, I'll never tell

I looked to you as it fell,

And now you're in my way

I'd trade my soul for a wish,

Pennies and dimes for a kiss

I wasn't looking for this,

But now you're in my way

Your stare was holdin',

Ripped jeans, skin was showin'

Hot night, wind was blowin'

Where do you think you're going, baby?

Hey, I just met you,

And this is crazy,

But here's my number,

So call me, Casey!

It's hard to look right,

At you baby,

But here's my number,

So call me, Casey!”

I sang loudly as swayed my lips back and forth and whipped my head around, ignring the way dots and spots plagued my vision.

I’d always loved doing that, not being rubbed in the eyes with a dalmation, but changing ‘maybe’ to ‘Casey’, it sounded a lit more awesome anyway! My name was awesome but I was awesome-er!

YEAH!

I am ze most awesome person ever! YAY!

~ Jamie Kings ~

“So, Jamie, are you excited to be meeting your new sister?” My mother’s happy voice pushed past the music pounding down my ears.

Was I excited to meet my new sister?

By the description of her hyper activeness.

Fuck yeah!

“Yup!” I smiled, popping the ‘p’ and turning down my music so that I could hear what David and my mother were asking me.

“I have to ask, Jamie.” David started, sounding nervous and biting his bottom lip, “are you a fan of sport? Like, do you do a lot of sport?” I don’t know why he’s so nervous… Maybe my new sister is a sport hater and will try to go ninja on me?

Imagine if my sister was a ninja turtle!

That would be so awesome!

“Yeah…” I answered cautiously, moving away slightly and eyeing his response.

“Yup, Casey’s defiantly going to jump you when we get to the house.” He sighed, causing my mom to burst out laughing and me to cower half jokingly half actually.

“What do you mean? Is she like, some ultra sport hater or stuff like that?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.

What if she’s all small and girlie? I won’t be able to rugby tackle her then, she’ll skin me alive for ruining her hair or some shit like that. I hope she isn’t like that, I just also hope she isn’t all buff and ‘grr’ it’ll bruise my ego if a girl’s more macho then me…

I and my manly macho-ness will not be bruised by some girl!

Muwhahahahahaha!!!

“Her!? A sport hater!? Hahahahahaha!!!! Trust me she adores her sport and would probably sell me for a football.” David laughed like it was nothing but a part of me believed that she actually would…