Warnings: None, Friendly Fluff
I noticed when something big in her life took place, her hair always got shorter. Like she was cutting off bad memories of her mom, or Elsa should I call her. She was cutting off stress that always accumulated over time with having Sam as her brother.
But through all these years i've stayed by her side. She never cut me off and I liked to hold that thought once in a while. Lately, with her new school, new life, she's been nothing but studying. Of course I really didn't mind. What the hell, it forced me to study if I wanted to be in her presence, so I guess I killed two birds with one stone. I laid on her bed while she searched her room for something. I didn't really pay mind to what exactly. I was just purely focused with my stupid english essay my teacher somehow only gave me a week to do.
I felt a shirt land on my head. A scent of sweat filled my nose and I groaned loudly.
I turned my body around to look at whatever Casey was doing.
"Sorry, i'm trying to find a shirt to wear."
"Let me guess, all your clothes are dirty...obviously."
The stench of her sweaty shirt came back. She gave me a little side glance and kept rummaging.
"Well maybe do my laundry."
"Why would I do your laundry?"
We both laughed and I turned back around, making sure the shirt that she probably wore on a run was no wear near my nostrils. I hear her mutter 'finally', as she made her way to the bathroom door that connected her brother's room to hers. Before she made it to the doorway, she casually slipped off her current shirt, revealing a black sports bra. I saw it as the corner of my eye, I just looked away. It felt like in invasion of privacy. My eyesight looked too closely at the words on my paper, rereading it over and over and-
"What're you working on anyway?"
She asked as I felt her body weight dip into the bed, she rolled to the side of me, starring at my essay paper.
"English. I feel like i've told you about 5 times now."
"I just zone out when you talk."
I roll my eyes and start to write again, she just has her smug smirk played on her face like always. I just laugh a bit when I see the corners of her mouth in a smirk and get back to focusing.
She rolled onto her back and sighed, starring at me.
"Did you notice I cut my hair."
I said quickly, almost instantly regretting it. Her face changes positions just a bit, before it goes back smug.
"You needa cut your hair, you have like as many split ends as Elsa's age."
"Nothings ever mean if it's directed towards Elsa."
I chuckled softly and shook my head
this is just the beginning of Casey Gardner fics. the atypical show community is very much not a community anymore but i just love jack haven and casey gardners character i don’t even care rn
