#p:casey

[thenameis-kev]

@casey-mitchell

It wasn’t the first time Kevin found himself outside of the gallery. It was safe to say that out of three nights he spend in the city because of the show, he came around twice and that was enough to convince himself that he wasn’t actually pushing boundaries. This time around, however, after two shots of vodka in the club after rehearsal, Kevin felt much more motivated to actually sit around and wait, tired of asking for Casey and being told he was out and didn’t know when he would come back. It was starting to get ridiculous. Multiple times Kevin had told himself that maybe things had happened for a reason, that he should give up instead of insisting, but that just wasn’t him. His patience was starting to run low, however, and after all the missed phone calls and unanswered texts, Kevin gave himself an ultimatum. This would be the last time he seeked Casey, the last time he tried to talk with him, and hopefully figure out if he actually had meant what he had said last time. And if he did, then there was that. 

He sat next to the stairs– he had been sitting on the stairs a while ago when a security guard told him to move. He was chainsmoking, of course, killing his nerves one cigarette at a time, as he convinced himself that maybe this didn’t have to be the last time no matter what Casey said, but he couldn’t get to an agreement between the two voices in his head saying it was enough or the total opposite. Kevin looked up at the sound of footsteps coming closer, he’d done it with at least six people since he had gotten there, except this time around it was actually the one person he wanted to see. “Hey.” His voice was soft, a tone he had particularly adopted for Casey only, and came automatically just at the sight of him.

[thenameis--kev]

“–- Happy birthday, dear Casey! Happy birthday to you!” Kevin finished singing softly not to startle Casey who was still in bed, but to simply wake him up or ease him into waking up as he sat on his side of the bed with a tray full of food on his lap. He had made sure not to make much noise or move too much about an hour ago just for the surprise and he was quite proud at how things were happening so far. Kevin placed a hand on Casey’s hair and combed through soft locks a couple times as he opened his sleepy eyes and focused on him. “Good morning, love.” @casey-mitchell

[thenameis--kev]

@casey-mitchell

“–- Hey... It’s Kevin,” he cleared his throat and let another long pause happen. 

“I’m okay. Please don’t worry, alright? I’m at the Police station– Everything is alright, yeah? I know it’s late, but... Could you pick me up? It-it can be in the morning, I don’t know... Any time you can. And want. Uhm... Could you also bring some clothes? I’ll explain... Uhm... yeah.”

[thenameis--kev]

He hadn’t even had time to pack his things properly. He’d grabbed a couple plastic bags, his backpack and threw in everything he could and left– not like he had that many things either. But now he was on the streets, he’d been kicked out of his very own apartment for being behind with his payments. And rent was  not her only debt lately, after spending a week in the hospital, having gotten stitches and all the treatment without any insurance... He’d been ignoring it for weeks, but Kevin was not okay and homelessness was the biggest show of it. Kevin started walking, even when after a few minutes of being out it had started to rain. Not like he had any option of shelter or more than three bucks in his pockets, not enough to get a drink at a bar even. 

After a while, Kevin found himself walking towards Casey’s apartment mindlessly. He hadn’t thought about it, his feet had taken him there for some reason he could not understand. He stopped himself from ringing his bell, thinking all kinds of thoughts ranging from what if Casey wasn’t home to what if he was breaking in, interrupting his privacy, but he had nothing left to do. This was his last option. So he did. Kevin rang the bell a couple times, losing his patience and erupting into tears mixed up with the raindrops washing down his face.

@casemitchell

[thenameis--kev]

@casemitchell

For a few days, he thought he wouldn’t be able to attend the Masquerade with the accident and what not, but here he was, overly early and sober, since some of the medication he was still on would interact with alcohol (not that he had any intentions to abstain himself from drinking, but perhaps later in the night, where he cared even less about what surrounded him). He was bored by now. Not a single known face had showed up as early as himself, and if he stood one more minute by the snack table, he would’ve finished with one full plater, and he would have to walk around hunched in shame around the food table as he looked for something different to eat. Luckily, as if on cue even, Kevin received a message from Casey wanting to meet up by the entrance so he didn’t have to walk in by himself. Kevin slid his phone in the inside pocket of his white suit jacket he had bought just a few weeks exclusively for the occasion, took his crutches from where they stood a foot away from him and jumped his way to the main entrance. Once there, he had no idea how long it would take for Casey to get there, but the fresh air and the mood of the people surrounding him invited him to get out a cigarette, light it up and smoke placidly as he leaned on a  structure of the tent in the middle of the Westbrook park, patiently waiting for his friend’s arrival.

[thenameis-kev]

@casey-mitchell

Kevin had given up with texts and phone calls days ago. He had given up on things in general, or was just trying to convince himself of such as if he wasn’t aware that he in fact cared too much to simply let go. Specifically when it came to Casey. He had made a promise months ago, one he would stand by until the last day of his life that he would never leave him alone unless Casey expressed it so, and with the latest event (this being Kevin throwing a punch at Reece’s jaw about a week ago), he wasn’t sure Casey would want his presence around at all anymore. But this promise also meant that he would not leave him alone even then but just walk a few steps behind, enough to be there had he wanted to reach back and hold him again. 

It was not the first time Kevin had come by the pet store in hopes that he could see Casey. Sometimes it was just in the wrong time, and on purpose on his behalf because he was too ashamed to actually face him, assuming Reece would have been the first one to see when he came back and would be informed of what had happened between them, so maybe part of him was actually trying to avoid Casey while fooling his mind into thinking he was actually trying to do something about it. Except this time he was there. Kevin wasn’t even too close to the store, but he had seen Casey behind the counter through the glass window and slowed down his step, eyes drifting down to his right hand and his bruised knuckles from the punch. Part of him wanted to turn around and walk back where he came from, but in the past couple of weeks he had been so needy, so desperate to see Casey and know he was fine after the whole rose incident that he managed to convince himself in record time to actually cross the door to the store. There was only one other customer at the time but it didn’t take long before he too left the store leaving him and Casey alone. Kevin put one of the dog toys back on its shelf and carefully turned around to catch Casey’s eye. He smiled softly, not allowing it to last too long before he mumbled an almost shy greeting. “You’re back.”

[itsashtonvause]

A Very Cashton Adventure

Ashton was glad the semester was almost over, it meant she had so much more free time to plan the things she wanted. And a lot of those plans involved taking Casey on cute dates and being a cheesy little dork. Being so excited for the day she had planned, Ash had woken up as soon as the sun came up, leaving Casey to sleep just a little bit longer. She was moving around the dorm grabbing things here and there and shoving them into a day pack. She didn't remember if she told her girlfriend about the little trip or not, but she hoped she would be excited. Once everything was packed for the day she lightly bounced into the room and hopped on to the bed, pretty much on top of the blonde. "Wakey, wakey, sleepy head!" Ashton chuckled, poking at her nose.

[itsashtonvause]

Good Magical Morning || Casey & Ashton

Ashton slowly woke up, blinking a few times as she started to yawn. As she tried to shift, she felt an arm around her waist and a smile spread across her face. They had slept in Ashton's room the night before, and of course, Ash had built a fort over her bed. She may not have remembered any of this happening but she knew it was right. Her best friend, the girl she loved the most in the world, was really hers and only hers.

Groggily, she slid out of the bed, extra careful not to wake Casey. She had a plan. She wasn't sure how well the plan would go but it was still a plan. Slipping into her shoes, she grabbed her jacket and quietly made her way out of the apartment. There was a diner right off campus that she knew made orders to go. Once there she placed an order for a few things and paid for it. As she waited, she stared out the front window, watching people on there way to do whatever it was they did on a Sunday morning, making up her own little stories about the exciting lives they may lead. After all the food was ready she began back for the dorms.

Ash didn't bother worrying about if Casey would wake up, it was 8am and there had to be some rule where she wasn't supposed to get up before noon on weekends. She hummed to herself as she set up all the food on a tray, there was no way she would have been able to cook all this, the whole dorm building would probably be a smoldering mess if she did. 

A few minutes later Ashton picked up the tray and made her way into her room, setting the tray own on the nightstand by Casey, on it was a larger than usual stack of pancakes, two over easy eggs, and a small pile of bacon, some toast. She leaned down, placing a kiss on the blonde's forehead. "Hey, sleepybutt, wakey wakey." She grinned, kneeling down and resting her arms on the bed.