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Chapter 13
When we arrive at the dance, it’s pretty much what Casey had expected. A few couples are dancing, but most people are just standing around the edgf thf the room, too chicken to do anything. Another lame school dance. Sigh.
“So shall we dance?” I say, grinning as I glance at Casey.
Suddenly I see a blur of lavender out of the corner of my eye and the next thing I know, Stokely is standing beside me, telling me how fantastic I look.
“Thanks.” I say, grinning. “You look nice t
And she does. She’s wearing an off the shoulder lavender dress, full length but clingy. Damn, it’s so weird to see Stokely being. . .girly. Finding love really does change a person.
I grin at Stan, who’s tugging at his tie, looking uncomfortable. “Looking good, Stan.”
“Casey, you look adorable.” Stokely says, grinning. She snickers. “Nice tie, Zeke.”
“Thanks, I think.” Casey says, frowning. “Come on Morgaine. Let’s dance.”
He reaches for my hand and gets the hell away from people. Oookay, so the little nerd is still in there. Good to know.
“Well, you know, I can’t take anything totally seriously.” I hear Zeke say as Casey pulls me away. “I think you pissed him off Stokes.”
“Hey baby, you okay?” I ask, frowning slightly at Casey. “Stokes didn’t mean for that to sound like it did. You look gorgeous.”
“Yeah whatever.” Casey muttered, pointedly not looking at anyone. “The sooner I’m out of this school, the better.”
My forehead wrinkles as my frown deepens. “Hey Casey, c’mon, don’t be like that. Remember what you said about nobody’s opinion but mine mattering to you?”
I place my arms around him, one hand resting on the back of his neck, the other on his shoulder. “What say we dance for a little bit and then you can give me your surprise.” I whisper in his ear.
“Yeah. Sure.” he responds, obviously still tense as he puts his arms around my waist. “No one’s opinion but yours does matter, Morgaine. It just gets annoying sometimes.”
“Stokely wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings.” I insist. “You know how she is. She just says the first thing that pops into her mind. Besides, being adorable isn’t a bad thing. I think you’re adorable sometimes.”
I kiss hieek eek then nuzzle his ear with my nose. “Relax, baby. This is a dance. We’re supposed to have fun.”
“I just don’t want to be an embarrassment.” he admits. “I mean, you look great. You should be with someone who’s more than ‘adorable’.”
“Casey Connor, you are hardly an embarrassment.” I snap, pulling back to look him in the eye. “You are the most gorgeous guy here tonight all all the girls are totally envious of me because I get the privilege of dancing with you.”
“Says who?” he asks, grinning in spite of himself.
“Says me.” I say, grinning. “Don’t believe me? Look around. I’m the object of a lot of dirty looks.”
My little has has certainly been a hit with the ladies, especially after his declaration of love. Sigh. I still get all warm and fuzzy just thinking about that.
“I’ll take your word for it.” he mumbles, but looks around anyway. “Um. . .that’s weird. What. . .no no, they’re probably just looking at me cause I’m the kid that almost died. That has to be it.”
I chuckle. “No way. I’ve heard girls gossiping in the bathroom about that day in the quad. They think it was so romantic.”
I grin. “And so do I.” I say softly, rubbing my nose against his in an Eskimo kiss. He is just too cute.
. . .
Have we danced long enough?
Casey’s about to respond when I accidentally step on his foot. He winces, but doesn’t say anything about it.
I wince. “I’m sorry.” I say. “I suck at dancing.”
I look apologetically at him. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” he insists with a grin. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay.” I say, smiling. “Maybe you can teach me to dance sometime.”
“What makes you think I know any more than you do?” he asks.
I shrug. “Zeke told me your mom put you in ballet classes when you were a kid.” I say.
He rests his head against my shoulder, hiding.
“He didn’t.” he mumbles.
I grin, nodding, even though he can’t see it. “He did.” I say. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Casey. I think it’s cool.”
“I’m gonna kill him.” Casey insists. “God, that’s what I get for doing drugs, right? Shit.”
I laugh. “Relax, Casey. I don’t think he’s told anybody but mI saI say. “And he only told me because I was worrying about not being able to dance.”
“You were worried about it?” he asks, finally looking up and grinning. “Why?”
I blush. “Because I didn’t want to step on your toes.” I say.
“I think you’ve earned the right to step on my toes, Morgaine.” he points out as his grin widens.
I laugh. “Oh yeah? And what, pray tell, did I do to earn this?”
See, this is nice. We’re dancing and I’m not stepping on his toes. I’m totally in the zone.
. . .
Oh shit. I just stepped on his toes again. Damn it! Maybe if I just don’t think about it too much. . .
“Sorry.” I mumble, smiling.
“Maybe it’s just the clothes that are throwing you off.” he suggests. “Cause I know you have natural rhythm. . . shit, was that too dirty? I’m sorry.”
I laugh, looking stunned. “Wow. No, don’t be sorry!” I insist. “I like that! Especially coming from you. God, Casey, you are so sexy.”
Wow. . . Is it getting hot in here?
“Just around you.” he says shyly. “I don’t know, I guess I’m more myself when I’m with you.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Oooh, so Delilah didn’t get to see this side of you?”
Hell yeah! I’d like to rub that in the heinous bitch’s face.
“I love you.” I him him, grinning before I kiss him. Who cares if the teachers see us?
He’s almost grinning too much to kiss me.
“Delilah couldn’t appreciate my cheesy romantic tendencies.” he says.
“Well then, I’m glad you found somebody who could and does.” I say, grinning.
We dance for another half hour or so, then Zeke politely cuts in, insisting he has to dance at least once with his little sister. I dreamily watch Casey, who is somewhat reluctantly dancing with Stokely. I think he’s still mad at her for the ‘adorable’ comment.
I sigh, smiling. “Life doesn’t get much better than this.”
“It might get better, when Casey’s some big brainiac doctor and you’re rolling in dough.” Zeke counters.
I laugh. “As long as I’ve got Casey, I don’t really care if I’m rolling in dough or not.” I say. “God, Zeke, he is so wonderful. Do you have any idea how lucky I am?”
I glance at him, frowning slightly. “You’re okay with all of this, right? Or are you still worried that he’s taking away your sister?”
“I’m just worried he’s taking you places I can’t follow.” he admits.
I look confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”<
“What am I gonna do after high school Morgaine?” he asks pointedly. “Like really?”
“Fuck, Zeke, you’re every bit as smart as Casey.” I insist. “I mean, you know enough about mixing chemicals that you can make your own drugs, you know a lot about science and dissecting and shit like that. You’re smart enough that you could get into Harvard or anywhere else if you wanted to.”
“You’re such a contradiction, man.” I say, shaking my head. “You could’ve been out of here by now if you’d only apply yourself. You’re intelligent.”
“Can’t afford it anyway. Why bother?” Zeke responds.
“Ever heard of scholarships?” I say. “C’mon, Zeke, you’ve got tons of potential. Don’t waste it.”
I sigh. “I’m looking at colleges near Harvard, Yale and Princeton. Why don’t you come too? Casey and I are going to move in together and you can get an apartment near us.”
“You know what kind of grades I’d need to pull off a scholarship?” Zeke counters. “I can’t do that.”
“Oh yes you can.” I say. “Stop fucking around and actually do your schoolwork, Zeke. I know you can ace every one of those tests. You’re as much a brainiac as Casey is, maybe more so. Okay, so maybe you’re smarter in different fields, but damn.”
I shake my head. “C’mon, Zeke, everybody thinks you’re not going to make it this year. That you’re going to repeat your senior year a third time. Prove them wrong. I know you can do it.”
Zeke just looks at me strangely for a moment.
“Maybe.” is all he says. “Maybe.”
“Okay.” I say, deciding that’s all I’m going to get from him. . .for the moment.
“So,” I say, grinni“wha“what do you know about Casey’s surprise for me?”
“I know he’ll kill me if I tell you anything.” he counters.
“C’mon, not even a little hint?” I say, giving him my best puppy dog look. “I promise I’ll act surprised later.”
“Okay, one hint.” he relents. “It involves a hotel and voyeurism.”
I raise my eyebrows, looking surprised. “Really?” I say. Okay, I’m definitely intrigued now.
Okay, so I’d already known about the hotel bit because of Zeke’s earlier slip, but voyeurism? My my, little sweet Casey is dirty.
I like that.
“Wow.” I say, grinning. “This should be an interesting evening.”
Zeke chuckles.
“Remember, this is Casey.” he points out. He glances over just in time to see the Casey in question twirl a giggly Stokely around in a tight spin.
I grin. “So I guess he’s forgiven Stokes for the ‘adorable’ comment.” I say. “Isn’t he so cute though?”
I sigh happily, hugging Zeke. “I am pretty content, bro. I’ve got the man of my dreams, I’ve got the coolest brother in the world and my mom is okay with the thought of her baby girl becoming a woman. Whoo hoo!”
“Yeah, well, Casey’s outward threat level is pretty low.” Zeke points out. “I mean, he’s totally the take home to mom type. And you guys have known each other for years. I feel bad for being so mean to him when he was little.”
“Told you that would come back to haunt you.” I say, grinning. “I’m glad you and he get along though. Makes your whole protective shtick unnecessary.”
“Yeah, you know, almost dying tends to make you drop the bullshit, you know?” he admits with a shrug. “I had to make sure he was worthy though.”
“Well, I’m glad you approve.” I say, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “You’re not just my bro, Zeke. You’re my best friend.”
I glance over at Casey and Stokely and have to grin. Casey is just so damned cute! Eeeeeee!
“Damn right.” Zeke said with a grin, before laughing at Casey and Stokely as well.
“I think that this is the first time I’ve seen either of them show off.” he says.
“I didn’t know Stokely was so good at dancing.” I say. “Wait, don’t tell me. Her parents enrolled her in ballet classes too, right?”
I smile, watching Casey. Someday, he’s going to teach me to dance like that. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? He already said I have natural rhythm.
I can’t help but giggle.
“Her I don’t know about.” Zeke admits. “Nothing would surprise me at this point though.”
“So are you and Miss Burke still an item?” I ask curiously, noticing the shy teacher watching us. Well, watching Zeke mostly. God, she’s got it bad.
Wonder how she’d feel about Zeke sleeping with Delilah? Not that I’m going to tell the poor woman, but it would be just like the heinous bitch to throw it in Miss Burke’s face.
Oh. . .but wait. . .Delilah is suspended because of a drug mishap. Heheheheh.
“Yeah, that’s another wrinkle to moving out of state.” Zeke admits sheepishly. “I mean, once I’m out of school, that whole thing might start getting serious.”
“Ohhhhh.” I say, grinning. “Well, there are high schools in Massachusetts. She could transfer. It might be good for her.”
“What makes you think that?” Zeke asked, legitimately curious.
“Well, she’s so shy and mousy.” I say, shrugging. “And after the whole alien invasion thing and being taken over, not to mention being decapitated and having her head reattached -- which is really weird, by the way. How do you have sex with her and remember seeing her head walk around on tentacles?”
I shudder. Gross. I still say Zeke was high on scat and doesn’t know what he saw.
“Yeah, anyway, if she moves somewhere, it’ll be like a fresh start.” I say. “And with you there beside her, who knows? She might open up. Come out of her shell.”
“Yeah, uh, we try not to think about that.” Zeke admits awkwardly. “Gee, thanks Morgaine. I was gonna get laid tonight. Shit.”
He shudders in spite of himself.
I blink. “Oh. Oh, Zeke, I’m sorry!”
I have to bite my lip to keep from giggling. It’s not funny, really. No, it’s not! I’m not laughing, I swear!
. . .
Okay, so maybe I am. But only a little.
“I’m sure. . .you’ll be just fine. . .once you get started.” I say between giggles.
“It’s still not as gross as cheerleaders.” Zeke mumbles. Ouch. Low blow.
“Hey, you can’t talk.” I say, smacking his shoulder lightly. “You fucked the worst cheerleader of all. God, Zeke, I hope you didn’t catch anything.”
My face pales as it occurs to me. . . “God. . .I hope Casey didn’t catch anything. . .”
“Relax Morgaine, we’re fine.” Zeke insists. “Shit, they ran every test in the book on Case when he was in the hospital. I think if something had been there, they would have found it.”
I relax, breathing a sigh of relief. “You do have a point.” I admit.
“Dude!” I cry as I realize something. “Do you realize I haven’t stepped on your toes once?!”
. . .
Damn. . .I jinxed myself. . .
Zeke just laughs and hugs me.
“Everyone’s allowed one, right?” he teases.
We actually end up staying for much longer than I’d planned, just because of Casey’s insistence that we really ‘experience’ a dance. I get the feeling he’s impressed he’s actually at one. I guess I can understand that.
But finally the suspense is killing me, and I’m tired of sharing him with other people. I want him for myself, damn it!
We’re dancing yet another slow dance. I’m not really paying attention to the song. Hell, I’m not paying attention to the song at all. I’m more enthralled by the torturous contact of my body against Casey’s. It’s hot in here. They turned the heat on or something. I know it.
“So,” I purr into his ear as I press particularly close to him, “when do I get my surprise?”
“One last dance, okay?” he insists, his big blue eyes decimating my will to resist. “Then we can go. I promise. I’m just. . . I’m actually having a good time. I feel like a person instead of a geek, even if I am still a little purple.”
I chuckle, grinning. “You know, I’m starting to realize that it’s nearly impossible for me to tell you no. One last dance it is. Because you’re irresistible.” I flutter my eyelashes at him, then kiss him softly.
“We’ve got all night, Morgaine.” he insists, then kisses me again. “What’s the rush?”
And again. And again. And again. We kiss through most of the dance. And strangely enough, I don’t step on his feet once.
Even more strangely enough, in the cab ride over to the hotel, all Casey wants to do is sit and talk. About these old things we did when we were kids and stuff like that. Some of it I don’t even remember.
I shake my head, laughing at one point. My curiosity has gotten the best of me. I have to know what’s going through my man’s head.
“So why the sudden reminiscing about our misspent youth?” I ask, grinning at him.
He looks up. As if on cue, we’re pulling up at the hotel, a Howard Johnson far enough away from the school to seem unfamiliar. Casey pays the cab driver, then takes my hand with an eager grin. We head up the stairs to the third floor.
“Okay, this is it.” he says, stopping at the first room. Right at the end of the hall. Fewer neighbors. This is good, I think. He fishes out the room key, looks at me one last time, and opens the door.
The room is filled with photographs. Hanging from the walls, placed on the bed, covering the curtains.
They’re all of me. I didn’t realize so many photos of me existed. And sure enough, I recognize some of the things we were just talking about.
“Wow.” I say, looking around the room in a daze. “Casey, I. . .”
My god, over half of these photos I hadn’t even realized Casey had taken. Zeke was right. Nobody did notice him. Not even me. Holy shit.
“So this is what Zeke meant by voyeurism.” I mumble, laughing.
“What?!” Casey exclaims as he closes the door. On the back of it is an eight by ten print of me from just before I went away, before the whole aliens thing happened and things got weird.
Weird, and yet wonderful.
“Wait, before you kill him, I twisted his arm and made him give me a hint about your surprise.” I say, grinning. “He told me it involved a hotel room and voyeurism.”
I glance around the room as I move closer to him. “Is it conceited of me to say the photos look beautiful?” I ask, amused. “Casey, you’re an awesome photographer.”
“I’m okay.” he says with a shrug. “But no, it’s not conceited. You’re beautiful. Especially tonight.”
I blush. “Thank you, Casey.”
Wow. . .I’m really nervous now. . . Could it be all the various incarnations of me throughout the rooms? Eyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes on the wall, watching us! Ahh!
He isn’t going to leave them up when we. . .ya know. . .is he?
Huh. Can’t say I’ve ever made love to anybody with pictures of me on the wall.
I suddenly realize I’m giggling and clap a hand over my mouth, my eyes widening.
“What? What’s so funny?” he asks, his own eyes widening. He runs his hands over his face, I think to make sure there’s nothing on it.
“No, I’m sorry, it’s not you.” I insist, trying to stop laughing.
Of course that only makes it worse. Argh! I should just stop thinking for a bit!
“It’s me.” I say, motioning to myself. “I just. . . I’m not laughing at you, Casey, honest.”
I clear my throat, biting my lip. Okay, giggles are under control. Sort of.
Now I can’t stop smiling.
Casey’s just looking at me. Uh oh.
“What?” I say, chewing my lip. “I’m sorry, Casey.”
Okay, the giggles are totally gone now. Smiles too. Wow, wonder if that look works on hiccups?
“I’m thinking too much.” I determine as giggles threaten to erupt again.
Did I drink any punch at the dance? Somebody probably spiked it. . .
Onto Chapter 14
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