[Center][Color=limegreen]Casper James[/color][/center]
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[Center]Friday, June 1st.[/center]

[color=limegreen]"Yeah. Yeah. Mm-hm. That late? Well, I guess you won't get any dinner,"[/color] Casper said, as if dinner was something important instead of a generic brand of spaghetti with no sauce.

Ian was going to be having a late night, it seemed. Ian had woken up early to get to his shift at the hospital, a short shift, but on the other hand, he also had class in the afternoon. It looked like he wouldn't be home til late. 

Casper would never admit it, but he missed Ian on days like this, where he would be away for basically all day. Ian was basically his brother (though once he had been something... more, for a brief time), and Casper loved him more than anyone else. Of course, considering his lack of real family, or even many friends, this didn't necessarily say much. Still, it's the thought that counts. 

Speaking of family...

Casper glanced out of the window to his left. The Reeses' house. The poor Reeses. 

Casper didn't pity them, or at least so he told himself, but he did feel sorry for them. And he had heard what had happened to their mother (small town, after all). His mind felt darker just thinking about it. Instinctively he looked down from the window to the floor. The Reeses were nice people, certainly nicer than some other people in Casper's life. He shouldn't be thinking such thoughts about them. 

[color=limegreen]"What? Oh, yeah,"[/color] Casper said. He had accidentally ignored Ian for a second there. 

"You feeling okay?" Ian said, in that special voice of his that gave Casper goosebumps. Ian asked if Casper was okay a lot, which Casper A) liked because it showed Ian cared, and B) disliked because it made him feel like a child who needed to be cared for.  

Still, Casper smiled and said into the phone, [color=limegreen]"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. See you in some hours, hmm?"[/color]

Ian responded with an affirmative and a 'now don't do anything stupid while I'm gone, Casper'. Ian was such a parental friend. 

Casper stepped outside to the porch, rolling up his long sleeves, just in time to catch some kid - on second glance, one of the Reeses, Robin - skateboard off, being his usual Robin self. Well, in his head he said kid; Robin wasn't much younger than Casper. Casper found his mind wandering again; he remembered someone who had been rebellious like the Reese boy. His name had been Anton, and Casper had been almost as close to him as he was with Ian. And then Anton had -

Casper grimaced for half a second, then took his phone out. He had better things to think about. And, of course, the first thing he sees is a news article on the disappearance of the Reese father and child. Casper put his music on shuffle then put his phone next to him on the chair arm. Well, Ian was out and Casper didn't exactly have many friends, so here he was, sitting on the porch, listening to music and letting his mind wander. Today was going to be a long day.