I've been waiting a long time to write this FanFiction, I'm thinking about making this one more of a serious M-Rated story as opposed to my frequent quick and boring stories. I've tried to add an element of suspense in here as well. Thank you very much for your continued support. Now onward and upward.
Let the haters [continue] to hate,
dirtydisney
Is this the end of us?
Chapter 1: Turn to the Dark Side
"Cody, I need to talk to you?" Bailey asked.
He put down his towels and said; "Sure Bailey. What can I help you with?"
"It's kind of private, so - meet me in my room in an hour?" Bailey said.
"Urm - no can do, Bailey. Moseby is making us go to an employee meeting. Perhaps another time." Cody replied.
"Just do what Zack does. Tell Moseby that you want to work overtime because you forgot to do something, then when the meeting starts go to my cabin. Simple!" said Bailey.
Cody looked at her in disbelief, "That works?"
"Every time. And besides everyone knows Zack would never want to work overtime." Bailey scooted off to her cabin, leaving Cody wondering what was so important Bailey had to talk about it.
"Hey buddy," Zack said, taking a neatly folded towel and using it to wipe beads of sweat off of it.
"Zack!" Cody moaned. "Now I'm going to be late for the meeting!"
"Which meeting? The one with Bailey or Mr Moseby?" Zack asked, an evil smile peeking at the corners of his mouth.
"How did yo-" Cody started.
"Remember Cody, I've had more girlfriends than you've had science club meetings," Zack said. "I know when relationships are getting serious and your little chat with Bailey was 'it'."
"'It' how?" Cody asked.
"When a girl talks to you like Bailey just did, that's when you know. Now, it could be one of two things. The first being that you and Bailey are going to break up. Or your relationship is going to go to the next level." Zack said.
"Oh no! How can I be sure? I'm never going to get a girl like Bailey again." Cody said.
"Relax Codster, I have 'ways' of knowing. Was Bailey making eye contact?" Zack asked.
"Yes," Cody replied.
"Hmm. Was she making hand gestures?"
"Yes."
"Swaying her hips gently from side to side, nervously?"
"Yes."
"Well I've got the answer but you won't like it. I think one of Bailey's friends has said something to her about you." Zack said, looking sincerely apologetic. "I'm sorry buddy."
Cody sat down on one of the deck chairs and buried his head in his hands.
"Go to her, I've been wrong before." Zack said.
"I know, but what if you're right?" Cody said.
"Well if you don't go she'll think you can't keep your promises and you and Bailey will be breaking up. Beside, you've got thirty minutes and a reason for overtime. Sorry about the towel."
"No you're not," Cody smiled. "Thanks Zack."
Zack slipped back behind the Juice Bar and started to wipe the counter. At that precise moment, Mr. Moseby walked down the stairs.
"Cody, Zack. Don't forget about our meeting this afternoon."
"Uh, Mr. Moseby," Cody said. "I've got a few extra towels to clean so I might need to work overtime tonight. Is that alright?"
"Cody, you don't need to work overtime, I'm sure you'll get the job done in time." Mr. Moseby said. "I'm sure Bailey will be fine by herself."