Casey lit a match and touched the miniature flame to the end of her poorly rolled joint, inhaling deeply. She squinted her eyes against the acrid smoke and stared at Ian. "Let's do it."
"Do what?"
Ian, bless him, looked confused. He was a fifteen-year-old geek, let's face it, but he was also Casey's best friend, and her only current option.
"You know. Do it. Have sex." Casey pushed her hair back rather sexily, she thought, and took another drag off the joint.
Ian recoiled. "God, Casey! What's wrong with you? Getting high all of a sudden, and just like that you want to..." He was slowly turning pink, even his ears.
Casey sighed. This was not going at all as she had imagined it would. "We can't be virgins forever, Ian. Don't you just want to get it over with?"
"I want --" Ian's blush deepened. "I want to be in love." His tone was half embarrassed, half defiant.
I am screwed, Casey thought, and not at all in the way she'd wanted to be. "Okay. Okay, whatever. Forget I asked." Because she felt a little embarrassed now too, through the haze of marijuana she'd stolen from her brother's stash.
Ian mumbled something about getting a Pepsi and ducked off the back porch into the empty house.
Shit. Casey stubbed out the joint and stared up at the huge, empty Arizona sky. So who can I do it with, then?
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I love Casey. She's such an anti-romantic heroine. So tell me, where are they (whose house)? He's fifteen; is she also fifteen or a grade higher, or what? How would that affect the interaction and Ian's response (or lack thereof)? And I'd love to have some idea of what he looks like before he scuttles offstage - I'm guessing we'll get more of a description of Casey later on. More please!
ReplyDeleteI know, I'm awful -- there's no description of anything, is there? I am feeling my way through Casey's earlier life before I start the full novel in earnest. My next real step is to get a basic outline and get my ass in gear. Easier said...
ReplyDeleteTo answer some of your questions, they're both 15, at Casey's house b/c no one is home and, as we see, she had plans! Ha ha. They're best friends but Ian is not comfortable in his own skin yet (and is obviously far more conservative and, yes, romantic than Casey).
Casey is so much fun to write. With the help of you two, I think this is really going somewhere, finally.
You know I love Casey. FMBO
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