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In case it wasn't completely obvious before, I am a Cody fan. I guess you could say I have a sort of empathy for the guy, considering that I have been down the road he's heading before. Not the "ladies' man" thing, but the "geek with crushes on girls who will most likely never like him back" thing. Plus, I think he's cool in his own right. And not the kind of cool he tries to be either. No, the REAL cool. The kind of cool that will actually matter once you leave high school (take it from a college student, that other kind of cool does NOT last very long after high school).
Part of the reason why I started this fic is to repair what, according to some of my friends and peers on the forums, the new directors of TDA are "attempting to destroy." Hopefully, as I write this "novelization" of sorts, I will succeed in doing so. Also, I live in America, and yet I want to try to stick with the better Canadian version, so if I type something that was actually a dub, please inform me (preferably at the TDI Writer's Lounge forum or by review, since I almost never read my e-mail) and tell me the real quote. I would greatly appreciate it.
The following fanfiction is TDI (and possibly TDA, though if I do continue into it, I'll wait until the show comes to the U.S.) from Cody's POV. Of course, once he gets voted off, I'll take the story to the Playa des Losers, though I may not go very far into it.
Now that that's out of the way, let's start this show:
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Façade: Through the Eyes of the Codemeister
Prologue
Hey, this is Gwen. I'm unable to reach my cell phone right now. Please leave a message after the tone and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
-beep-
H-Hey, Gwen, it's Cody. I haven't heard from you in a while – just… making sure everything's going well.
Uh… so, yeah… nothing much has been happening here. Owen comes out here sometimes to crash. I'm still in college…
…Why the heck am I saying all this in a voice message?
Anyways, if you want to call back, you know my number. But don't think you have to or anything… yeah… I'll be going now.
-click-
Now, I know what this looks like. Don't get me wrong – I love Gwen with all my heart, but trust me, I'm not the pathetic love-sick loser on a leash or the psycho pervert stalker you probably think I am. Though I admit, I can be a little… pervy… I still know my limitations. And I also know when someone is waaaaaaaaay out of my league.
Sure, after high school, it doesn't really matter how "cool" you are, but for some reason I still find that maybe I'm not cool enough for any girl I meet. Sure, I've tried dating – blind dates, speed dating, you name it – but I haven't had much luck: most of the time it was either because I didn't feel we had a connection, or I thought we did and I was wrong.
Dead wrong.
But I was still happy. Why? Because I was able to make the one girl that was worth more to me than all the money in the world happy.
At a price, of course.
But it was worth it.
You see, as often as my one-track mind tends to overpower my overall integrity, there's still more to me than meets the eye. I'm not just some geek who thought he could get any girl he wanted, like how some people tend to see me. There's more to me than that.
Allow me to tell you my side of the story…