The LAST ONE

He gave her his last one. And Casey finally realized Sully was in love with her. (She loves french fries that much, that's right.)

Casey and Sully's story:
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The deleted scenes: maripazvillar.deviantart.com/a…


EXTRA BONUS: If the pictures are not enough, you can also read the story of Casey and Sully, written by ~princesswanderer, who translates my sketches into touching words. Enjoy:

"What kinda pizza place closes at 8 anyhoo?" Casey complained waving a french fry like a baton to further punctuate her point. "But it's all good, I mean I know you wanted Italian but ya can't complain when we have french-fries!" The last of her words were a bit hard to understand since she had popped her fry into her mouth. Not that it mattered, Sully was able to understand her even when she had a handful of fries between her chompers. Sully smiled at Casey and shock his head. He would mope over his unrequited love for Casey when he could get to the tree house. It was nearly impossible for him to upset for long in her presence.

"I really ought to be appalled by your... lovely... table manners, Case," Sully said as Casey made an even more...lovely...face at him. "But I guess I am just used to it, considering my best friend is a pig... Owch!" Casey hit him. Hard.

"Oh, shut up like you're any betta."

"But, I'm not the girl here." She hit him again. Harder. She pouted, she hated being called a girl and it's not like either of them considered her a girl, anyhoo. Casey reached for another fry and came up empty. She look inside and turned the container up-side down. Nothing!

"Dang it," she huffed and to a look at Sully's fries. He had one left. Muah-hahaha! Sliding into stealth mode, she scooted ever so much closer to him. Right as was about to claim her fattening prize, the strangest thing happened. Sully held his fry container toward her.

He was offering up his last fry to her!

This kind of behavior was unprecedented and completly uncharacteristic coming from Sully. Sully and Casey NEVER let shared french fries! EVER! Surprised, Casey looked at his face to see him contently sipping his Dr.Pepper/Sprite/MellowYellow/FruitPunch concoction (they have a tradition of mixing up crazy drinks). That's when it hit her. The spiffy suit he wore earlier, the wry smiles, the lack of information on his latest crush. The heart with their initials craved into their old tree-house. No, that couldn't of been him. Casey was the only one that went to the old tree-house anymore...right?

'Stop freakin', Case' she thought to her self, 'you're just being paranoid.' Someone would have to be batcrap-crazy to even think that he... that he...liked her. Like-liked her.

"If you want it you can have it." Sully's voice jolted her quite literally out her thoughts. Casey looked up to find Sully looking straight back at her. He pushed the fry container closer to her again. Without moving her eyes, Casey took the fry and ate it.

That french fry was the best one she ever had.