Wednesday, 28 November 2007
10:35:14 PM (GMT)
"She's sending you to live on a ranch?" Andrew asks, bringing me out of my
depressive thoughts and back to my even more depressive life.
"Yep." I answer, leaning back against the side of the school building. Andrew
let's go of his beloved girlfriend just long enough to reach over and give me a
"Everything's going to be alright, Casey." He says with a small smile as he pulls
away from me.
"I really hope so." I reply, tears welling up in my deep blue eyes. How am I ever
going to get through this without my best friends?
"Cas, don't cry. We're always here for you." Amanda says as she untangles herself
from Adam's arms and comes to give me a tight hug.
"I know. I'm going to miss all of you so much." I say, my voice practically a
"We'll miss you too, Cas, but we can still email one another and talk on the phone
occasionally." Morgan, the afore mentioned best friend, says with a bright smile,
and, although it never reaches her eyes, it still cheers me up somewhat. I smile back
slightly, mostly just to reasure my friends that I'm okay.
"So. . .how's Aaron, Carly?" I ask, not wanting to talk about my current situation
"He's great." Carly answers with a smile, "We even got him to call Andrew 'da' the
other day." At this, Andrew smiles widely. Yes, Andrew is little Aaron's daddy, if
you haven't already figured this out. And he's a very good one, at least in my
opinion. He's even won over Carly's parents with his utter tenderness for his eleven
month old son. And winning over your girlfriend's parents after you've impregnated
her, isn't exactly an easy thing to accomplish. The first bell, signaling the
students to enter the building, rings before I get the chance to comment on the
"I'm not staying. I just came to tell you guys what's going on." I tell the group
as the bell rings once again.
"Alright. I'm glad you did, Cas. We have to go, but we'll Instant Message you
later, okay?" Carly says as she gives me another hug. I nod and bid my friends
goodbye as I turn and slowly walk back to my car parked in the school's parking lot.
"Just take the things you wear the most often. In a couple months you can start
shopping for maternity clothes." My mother advises from the doorway as I finish
stuffing a pair of jeans into my already overstuffed suitcase. I look from my clost
to the already stuffed suitcase by the door, and then back to the suitcase laying
open on my bed. When did I get so many clothes?
"Looks like I'm not even going to have room for even those." I tell her sadly as I
fall back onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling. It's really a very boring ceiling,
plain white with small grooves painted in it. The only thing special about it is the
glow-in-the-dark stares glued to it. When we were six, Andrew and I had spent an
entire afternoon climbing up and down ladders to glue the dozens of plastic
decorations up. In fact, that was the one and only time Andrew has ever broken
anything, and it was all my fault. He had been gluing up the last of the stars, the
one directly above my head now, and I had accidently knocked his ladder over in
excitement. That was the only time I have ever seen him cry. He didn't even cry when
when his mother passed away after a two-year battle against cancer when he was ten.
He just completely ignored anything and everything having to do with her. He wouldn't
even talk about her for awhile. About a year after her death, he finally started
talking about her again. But, even today, after seven years, he still doesn't like to
mention her. His dad is the same way.
"Cas, whatcha' thinking so deeply about?" A deep voice asks from the doorway. I
jump about a mile off the bed in surprise before running to the tall form in the door
and hugging him tightly.
"What the heck are YOU doing here?" I demand as I pull away from him. He smirks
before walking into the room and plopping down on my bed.
"That's a nice way to welcome someone who's just driven three hours after
finishing finals to see you." He says, trying to look hurt, but grinning all the
"I'm so sorry, sir." I reply in mock seriousness.
"Apology accepted, my lady." He responds just as seriously. He waits a couple
moments before continuing. "Now, what's this I hear about me becoming an uncle?" He
asks, patting the mattress beside him for me to sit down.
"Guess they already told you then." I reply, smiling ruefully as I sit down on the
bed beside him.
"Mom told me a couple minutes ago when I got here. Did Andrew do this? 'Cause I
swear if he did-"I cut him off right there.
"What the hell makes you think Andrew had anything to do with this?" I demand
angrily. This is just too much.
"That's who Mom thinks is the father." He responds calmly, despite my dangerous
tone of voice.
"Do you honestly believe that Andrew would get me pregnant and then leave me to
deal with it?" I demand, getting more upset by the second. I mean come on. This is my
best friend since PRESCHOOL we're talking about here.
"Honestly? I don't think Andrew would do that to any girl, much less his best
friend." I nod, content with his answer. "Cas, if Andrew isn't the father, who IS?"
He asks gently, staring at me through chocolate-brown eyes.
"T-tyler." I stammer, shutting my eyes tightly so as not to let any tears escape
down my cheeks. He takes a deep breath and then pulls me to him. I finally let go, my
anguished sobs muffled by his shoulder.
"That's what I thought. I won't tell Mom and Dad though, okay?" He says softly,
rubbing my back soothingly.
"Michael, you're the best." I mumble as I pull away from him and wipe my eyes.
"I know," He says, smiling down at me. " I'm going to go get something to eat and
let you get some sleep." He says as he gets up and walks over to the door. Still
smiling, he turns back to me and says, " Goodnight, pumpkin." before walking out into
the hall and closing my door behind him. I remove the suitcase from my bed and
quickly change into my pajamas. I lay down and smile slightly before closing my eyes
and drifting off into a much-needed sleep. Texas, here I come.