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A month passed since Cassie and Davy's date. She thought about it often. She mainly thought about their conversation that night after they had ordered dinner.
"So, Sandra, do you have any brothers or sisters?" Davy asked.
"No I don't. I'm an only child. Though I always wanted siblings, quite a few of my friends have been close enough to consider them family," Cassie said.
"Oh, well that's great. I have three older sisters, but they died years ago along with my parents. My grandpa raised me after that," Davy said.
"I'm sorry. My nana died a couple years ago. It was really devastating when I heard about that. She was the only grandparent in my life. So we were very close," Cassie said.
"I'm all right with it now. I'm sorry about your grandmother. What about your parents?"
"They are both alive. They're divorced. The divorce was finalized when I was about thirteen. It was for the best. They don't even get along apart. They get along enough for me. I had an older sister who died before I was born. I never met her. Mom had my sister Crystal before she met my dad. I was raised an only child."
"Well at least they try. Did they get remarried? You have an older sister. What she die from?"
"She died five days after she was born. She was born prematurely. So it was many reasons. My mom did. I can't stand my step-dad though. He such a jerk sometimes to the point I hate him. My mom chose the worst guys after her and my dad separated the second time before the divorce was final. My dad has a fiancé. I like her. She's groovy in her own way."
"That's usually the way it is. Let's talk about something other than our families. So I noticed a picture of two young girls in your living room who are they?"
"Oh the blonde girl is me, when I was three I think and the other girl was my foster-sister Michelle. My parents tried to adopt her, but she was taken out of our home and put into a different home because the system wanted her to be raised by someone who was the same race she was. It was freaking stupid is what it was."
"So you're parents never tried to adopt any more kids after that?"
"No and they never had anymore kids after me either. Crystal and I were lucky to be born."
"Cassandra, now that's a pretty name, but what is your middle name?"
"It's Marie."
"Cassandra Marie Hill. That's really pretty."
"Thanks, my dad liked it better than Leanna Rose. I thank him secretly for liking the name I was given. I mean I like Leanna as a name I just don't like Rose."
"That's funny. Your dad picked your name out."
"That's not as funny as some of the things that Mary and I have said or done. Or even before I was friends with Mary."
"Like what?"
"We had a really bad ice storm in WV, well my mom got this idea to, once it was over, to walk to a friend's house. It was still icy. Well this guy I liked was visiting his grandma and his youngest sister pulled one of the extra chairs to the table. Nancy decided to go sit somewhere else. I decided to sit in the empty chair. Just as I start sitting done Nancy pulls the chair out from underneath me, not realizing that I was going to sit in the chair, and ended up on the floor. It's kind of funny actually." she said with a laugh while her face turned red from embarrassment.
"It kind of is isn't it?"
"Well when I'm talking to my best friend Mary and I start getting weird, she calls me a weirdo or a freak. And then I tell her Joshua 19 sometimes."
"Really. Why do you say Joshua 19?"
"It has to do with a guy she dated. They had broken up. Then Mary moved to Nettie, which is where I'm from. We became friends and she told me about Josh this older guy she had dated. Well he moves to Summersville, which is near Nettie. He calls her on the phone and asks her out again. She tells him that she might if he talks to her while they are both on the phone. Well sometime goes by she goes to church and the preacher tells everyone to turn to Joshua 19. She gets shocked look on her face and her mom asked her what's wrong and she tells her nothing. What was weird was that Josh's nineteenth birthday was in a couple days. So I say Joshua 19 just to annoy her just as a normal best friend does." Cassie said with a laugh.
"Well that is funny. So you do it a lot."
"No just when it strikes me to."
Then they went to the Vincent. Davy asked for a dance and she accepted.
"Sometimes the guys and I play here. Maybe you should come the next time we're here," Davy said.
"Yeah that will be great."
As they were dancing she noticed Davy had taken a few glances at her breast and occasionally at her swaying hips to which he said, "Do you dance a lot?"
"Not all the time just at home when I listen to music. The occasional camp dance and school dances, but I didn't go to school dances all the time. "
"Well, you're great dancer."
"Thanks, I try," she said as she tried to stay serious, but busted out laughing instead.
She remembered the movie they watched. She laughed so much during they movie that her stomach hurt. When they left the movies theater and walking to the car Davy said, "Do you know who James Cagney is?"
"Yeah."
"Well even though after I do the impression you probably want to see Micky do it. He's better at it anyway."
"Ok. If you say so."
"You dirty rat, you killed my brother, you dirty rat!"
"That was funny," she tried to say while laughing.
"Really."
"Yeah, but I would like to see Micky do the James Cagney impression."
She came back to reality. She couldn't get it out of her head especially when she was around Davy. When she would leave school, she would sometimes study and do her homework over at the Monkees' pad, which was where she was. While she was supposed to be studying she would read one of Micky's comic books, which she was doing that minute. After she had one glance in the living room, she noticed Mike, Micky, and Peter had left the room leaving her and Davy alone together before she could say or do anything. What she didn't know is that Mike, Micky, and Peter had a plan that they hope would work this time.
"This is the right thing to do guys. Neither of them has been happy in the past month, but Cassie has a good way of hiding it though," Mike said.
"Yeah, he's right. I mean think how many songs he's written about her since then. I mean he must really care for her." Micky said, but added, "And I don't blame her for acting that way. Remember what she told us happened between her and that Andy guy which then ruined their friendship."
"Shh, guys. Let's see what happens," Mike told them.
At that moment Davy was writing his latest song and practicing the percussion part to it. Every once in a while he would glance at her and when he felt she noticed he would look away. She the same. Sitting down beside and finally breaking the silence between them Davy said, "Sandra what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Davy. Why would you think that?" Cassie answered.
"Well one thing you've been avoiding me lately," Davy said.
"I can't explain it," Cassie said.
"We had a date about a month ago we went on a date and you decided not to go on another date with me," Davy said as calm as he could.
"Well with what happened between my ex-boyfriend Andy and I then when I heard what was or is going on between Emily and you I just got scared. I didn't want to get hurt," Cassie said.
"I know the guys told me and I have talked to Emily about how I feel about her," he said moving closer to her and moving the stack of comic books and her textbooks out of the way.
"Really?"
"Yes. You know what else? I haven't had a date in a month and it's driving me crazy," Davy said taking her hand, "But you know what else drives me crazy? You do."
"You drive me crazy, too," she said before he began to kiss her.
Letting him taste her soft lips and not wanting him to stop, thought that he was such a great kisser. She began to get jealous at the thought of him kissing other girls and she thought damn girl you must really like him. He stopped kissing to breathe and to say, "You know the guys are watching us right. I think they have been expecting and planning for this to happen."
She knowing why their plan hadn't worked began to blush. Davy gave her one brief kiss and said, "Guys you can come out know!"
Then Davy began to kiss her even more furiously than before like he was never going kiss her again and said, "Never mind fellas stay where you are."
They ignore him and went back towards the living room. Micky told them before he sat down, "Get a room!"
"We did have a room, but you guys came in here," Cassie said before Davy could.
"Ha ha very funny I forgot how to laugh," Micky said every word dripping with sarcasm.
Cassie punched Micky in the arm as a response to what he said.
"Ow! Damn girl you know pack a punch. Who taught you how to do that? Davy you got your hands full with this one, but I like her she has spirit and I always told you that," Micky said.
"Wimp. One word: tomboy," Cassie said.
"I know Micky that's why I like her," Davy said.
Another hour went by before Cassie checked the time. Cassie said, "Hey guys, what time is it?"
"It's about seven, luv," Davy said.
"Oh I gotta go home feed Jasmine and myself then go to bed. I have a math test tomorrow. I gotta be prepared for it." she said.
"Are you ready for it though?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, I do. I've been doing the course work. I feel pretty confident in my math skills right now," she said.
She picked up her books and put them in her pack. She told the guys thanks for letting her study at their pad. Davy walked her over to her place.
"Would you like to come in for a moment, Davy?" Cassie said.
"Sure," Davy answered.
As they walked in she set her pack down in a chair in the living room and asked Davy, "For next semester could you teach me to play the tambourine?"
"Sure, luv. Why?"
"For Fundamentals of course!"
"Well since it's for class, yes."
"Well I also want to spend time with you and not just for a passing grade, ok."
She walked over to him, hugged him, and leaned her hand on his neck. Then she started to say, "I'm sorry for last month that was uncalled for."
Davy made her look at him and said, "It's okay. I understand. Hey let's say we forget about that one, luv."
He kissed and stopped. He held onto one hand as he opened the door to leave and said, "Bye, luv. Good luck on your test tomorrow. Tell me how it went, will you?"
Finally letting go of her hand, she said, "I will. Don't worry."
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