White Picket Fence

White Picket Fence

By- Delilahsong :3

Chapter 1

Casey yawned, and rolled over in bed, resting her hand on her head she groaned. Her head felt like it had exploded in the middle of the night. Rubbing her aching head she sat up, suddenly aware that she was wearing night gown that she had never seen before. That was about the same time she noticed there was someone in bed next to her.

Cappie was out like a rock, the edge of his pajama pants barely visible from the kicked-off covers. There was something else though; he looked different, like he had aged 5 years without anyone noticing. Carefully, she moved out from under the covers, careful not to wake Cappie who was an infamously light sleeper. She edged her way to the door, and then stopped in her tracks as she noticed the mirror. She had suddenly aged 5 years without anyone noticing also. She put her hand to the face, her skin was soft, and she had a mature look, though not old. Wait… was that a… Casey stared at her hand, first in the mirror, then directly at her hand. There were two rings. One was obviously an engagement ring with an elegant square-cut diamond. The other was a wedding ring.

"Oh my God." She whispered, moving her hand and watching the diamond glint in the morning light. She looked over at Cappie's sleeping form, willing herself to look at his right hand, which was draped across his slim stomach. There were two rings.

Before she could scream, run, or do anything else, there was a crashing noise downstairs, the door opening and slamming shut. Cappie shot up in bed, looking startled.

"CASEY! CAPPIE! COME DOWN HERE!" Rusty's unmistakable voice rang from somewhere downstairs.

"What time is it?" Cappie asked, yawning. Casey said nothing, just stared at him. He looked at her warily, "Are you alright babe?" he asked her carefully.

"CASEY! CAPPIE!" Rusty's happy voice called again.

"WE'RE GETTING DRESSED!" Cappie called down, smirking slightly.

"Okay." Rusty called back, quieter this time. Cappie chuckled, stretching as he got out of bed.

"What's up with your brother now, huh?" he said with a grin, walking over to Casey. She balked, stepping backwards.

"I-I'm going to go and use the restroom." Casey stuttered, walking to the nearest door, and starting to go in, before realizing it was a closet, her closet. She grabbed a sweater and a pair of jeans before going to the next door over and finding the bathroom; she hastily closed the door behind her and locked it.

"O...kay." muttered Cappie awkwardly, wondering what was wrong with his wife.

--

"Okay Spitter, your sister is acting a bit strange today, so if she freaks out, just go with it." Cappie told Rusty. Rusty exchanged a look with his girlfriend.

"What exactly…" he started to ask, but cut himself off when Casey came down the stairs. A happy beagle ran over and started sniffing her foot. Then, it took a step back and started barking.

"Woodstock!" Cappie reprimanded, grabbing the dog and lifting it up so he was face to face, "What's up with you, huh boy?" The dog sniffed Cappie then, wagging his tail, gave Cappie a lick on the nose. Cappie put Woodstock on the ground and cleaned off his nose.

"Wow, Woodstock is acting weird, huh?" Rusty said with a grin, "Not that… being or acting weird is good, but I mean not that you're weird, but like…"

"Spitter. Shush." Cappie said, "Logan, control him."

Casey stared. Her brother had grown up. He wasn't overly muscular, but he wasn't the scrawny kid he was the last time she had seen him. Sitting next to him, with her hand on his thigh, was Rebecca Logan. She was clearly different from the plastic, hostile pledge that she knew, her hair was shorter, a sort of cute bob, and her features were less intense, Casey no longer felt that 'Bex' had an eating disorder. Rebecca looked… happy.

But Still.

"Oh… hey guys." Casey said chokingly.

"Casey, are you alright?" Rebecca asked, looking at her worriedly.

"Oh, totally!" Casey said loudly, "Why, what's up?"

"Well…" Rebecca trailed off, exchanging a happy glance with Rusty.

"We're engaged!" Rusty finally called out happily.

"Oh My God!" Casey exclaimed at the same time as Cappie, "You finally did it Russ!" He gave the younger boy a high-five.

"I know, it took awhile, but I wanted the moment to be right." He smiled at his fiancé, "and once Casey helped me pick out the ring, I knew I had to hurry up and propose."

"Meaning Casey let it slip to Rebecca that you bought a ring, and so she started dropping hints about it?" Cappie asked with a smirk.

"Does it really matter?" Rusty said with a laugh, then him and Rebecca started to kiss.

"Case?" Cappie asked, as Casey stood up stiffly.

"Who wants omelets?" she asked cheerily.

"We have to get going actually." Rebecca said, giggling as Rusty kissed her cheek, "More people to tell."

"I have to get ready for work." Cappie said as the happy couple left- Woodstock barking after. He surprised her with a kiss, "but if you make one, I'll eat it before I leave?"

"Okay!" she said in the same loud voice.

"At least I can still make omelets." Casey muttered to herself as she cooked. She heard Cappie's footsteps and turned.

"Yours is on the table!" she said, "Whoa."

Cappie was dressed up; it vaguely reminded her of the 20's part that she thought was yesterday. He wore a dress shirt and an untied tie with a pair of dark dress slacks. The only non-professional part of his attire was the pair of converse shoes that he wore.

"I know, I know. Some bigwigs are coming in and so they're having us all come in and so we have to dress up and go in- on a Sunday!" he said as he struggled with his tie. Casey flipped her omelet onto the plate and walked over.

"Here, I'll do it." She said with a smile, expertly tying up the tie and fixing his collar endearingly. She looked up, and even though he was 6 years older (she had checked the calendar) she still got lost in the deep Cappie eyes. He leaned down for a kiss, and she met it. They shared a warm kiss, and Cappie gently pulled away.

"I know I said I'd eat the omelet, but I have to rush. Forgive me?"

"Of course." Casey said with a warm smile. Cappie looked back at her again with a sort of wistful grin, and then left out the door, a suit jacket in his hand.

"Oh my God." Casey said, putting a hand to her head, "That felt… right." She shook her head and took in a deep breath before dashing back up the stairs, Woodstock at her heels.

She found her purse tucked under her nightstand, grabbing it she dumped it out, digging around the carnage for about 3 minutes before finally finding her phone, she grabbed it and started scrolling through her contacts.

"Addison, Amanda, Ashleigh!" she said, relieved before pressing the call button. The door opened downstairs, "Oh my God, how many people come in here?" Casey exclaimed frustrated.

"You called me." Ashleigh's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh, no Ash, there's someone visiting and I don't want to talk to them." Casey tried to explain.

"That's me you goofball." She replied, laughing over the line, "come on down, are you ready to go?"

"Go?"

"Yeah… Case, are you alright?"

"I'll be right down; I have to tell you something that sounds kind of crazy."

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"Ashleigh!" Casey cried, relieved that her friend hadn't drastically changed at all. Ashleigh was Ashleigh. Her hair was a little shorter, and her face more mature, but she was still Ashleigh. Casey practically tackled her in a hug.

"Casey, what the hell is wrong!?" Ashleigh asked, her voice alarmed, "Is Cappie hurt? Did Rusty and Rebecca break up? Is it your parents?"

"Ash… I don't remember anything that happened in the past 6 years." Casey said.

"What?"

"Last night, we were still at CRU. We had a Great Gatsby theme party and a speakeasy in the basement. Dean Bowman came, but we managed to save face, and then when I woke up, I was here! And Cappie was asleep next to me, and we're married, and he was all like, hey babe! And I didn't know what to do, and then Rusty came over, and he's with Rebecca Logan! And they're engaged! He's 18! Well, I guess he's 24 now isn't he and I… Cappie was in a suit, and he went to work in a suit and I don't know what's going on, and I'm really freaked out, and I'm just sooo glad to see you!" Casey spoke in a rush, her eyes tearing up in frustration.

"Rusty finally proposed?" Ashleigh asked

"ASH!" Casey cried.

"Alright, sorry. But, what the hell? I don't know what to say to that." Ashleigh said, pushing Casey's hair back from her face as though checking for a fever, "That's a lot to take in in a minute." She grinned, and then the grin faded.

"Can you just… tell me about my life? And Cappie's? and Yours? And Rusty's? and what the hell is up with this Rebecca Logan thing?"

"Oh my god!" Ashleigh said with a laugh, "If the last thing you remember is the speakeasy I guess that must seem like a huge shocker."

"Ashleigh…" Casey whined.

"Okay, so… the speakeasy. Well, Rebecca was kicked out of ZBZ. Lizzie smelt alcohol on her breath, and she was kicked out."

"Oh my god." Casey breathed.

"Yeah, but it turned out to be a good thing. She changed, she so totally changed. Casey, I know that all of your memories have her as the evil witch she was, but she is such a nice person now. SO nice, and her and Rusty are in love." At Casey's stare, Ashleigh hurriedly continued, "Right, sorry. Anyway, about a month after she was kicked out, Evan totally broke off relations with ZBZ, he didn't have anything to do with you, and the Omega Chi's had nothing to do with ZBZ." Ashleigh said slowly, "Then, a week after that Evan and you had a huge verbal fight in the quad. You were distraught for like a week, no one could calm you down- not even me."

"Then how…?"

"Cappie." Ashleigh said simply, "Rusty must have told him, and he showed up with a coconut-crème pie. He went straight up to your room, and didn't come out for like 5 hours. Nothing happened, but you were fine after that. A Month later you two finally canned your whole 'friendship' and started dating!" Ashleigh grinned, "And 4 and half years ago, on graduation night, Cappie proposed to you, and you accepted. And you guys got married like right after, and… yeah."

"What about the Rusty and Rebecca thing?" Casey asked.

"Oh, right! Well, at your wedding, Rebecca and Rusty, naturally, were both there and they met, and started dating! And, Rusty proposed apparently, and then I came over because we were going to go maternity shopping, and you're suddenly the loveable 21-year-old Casey that we knew and loved and you're so freaked out!"

"Maternity shopping?" Casey asked, going pale.

"Oh! No sweetie, not for you not for you!" Ashleigh assured Casey, who looked like she was about to faint, "You guys were invited to Wade and Sarah's baby shower and you wanted my help to pick out clothes."

"Oh thank God." Casey muttered. Ashleigh laughed, "Wait, were you invited?"

"I was, but I figured it would be kind of awkward… oh, Beaver and I dated for a few months, and where Wade is Beaver will fallow. It's easier when you and Cappie are there, but I just don't want to go." She added when Casey looked at her in confusion, "I don't have the white-picket fenced life that you and Cappie do." She teased.

"We have a white picket fence?"

"Yup."

"Wow."

"Anything else I should know?" Casey asked.

"Well, you are a high school guidance counselor."

"Me? I think I need a shrink right now." Casey muttered.

"Don't be ridiculous." Ashleigh assured her, "I saw this story on Oprah once, where this woman lost 10 years of her life. At least you only lost 6!"

"You always know what to say." Casey said with a laugh. She stood up, "Come on- let's go shopping. We'll blow all of our money away and then buy a rattle for the shower."

"You always know what I want to hear." Ashleigh said happily, standing also.

"What does Cappie do?" Casey asked.

"Oh, duh, sorry. He's a marketing guy; he makes a lot of commercials and stuff." Ashleigh said.

"Wow." Casey said, surprised, "That actually fits him, I could see that. What do you do?"

"I am a buyer for a department store." Ashleigh said with a big grin.

"Wow! That's totally perfect for you!" Casey exclaimed, "Are we going there?"

"Of course! 40 discount for God's sake!"

"Yes!" Casey cheered with a giant grin.

A/N: My first Greek Fanfiction! :D More to come if I get reviews! I know, there was an excess of "Oh My God!"s but I can't help it, :p

Kudos for those who can find the meaning behind Woodstock's name(the dog) :p