Are We Missing Something Here?
Chapter 2
Summary: Cody can come off as a jerk, but there are moments, small moments, when Bailey sees him as something more.
Note: I decided to add onto this. It's just going to be a bunch oneshots that show what could have happened if they'd stayed in the Bermuda Triangle a little longer. I hope ya'll like it.
Thanks to Elianna22 for encouraging me to add more chapters.
"Zack? Have you seen my contact case?" Cody grumbled, throwing his pillows to the ground. He'd been looking for an hour and still hadn't found them. He was really getting frustrated.
"No. Do you want to borrow mine?" Zack asked.
"I can't. I got Mom's eyes, you got Dad's, remember?" Cody said, ripping his sheets off of his bed.
"What? Cody, you and Zack has the same color of eyes," Woody said.
"No. Our mom has myopia and our dad has hyperopia," Zack explained.
"Come again?" Marcus asked blinking a few times.
"I said our mom has myopia and our dad-"
"He means say it in English doofus," Cody said from under his bed.
"I am saying it in English!" Zack argued. Cody sighed and poked his head out.
"Our mom can only see objects up close and our dad can only see objects far away. So, Zack can get on fine without contacts because all he needs them for is reading. I need them to just see, in general. I'm blind without my glasses," Cody explained. Woody and Marcus nodded.
"You see Zack, that's English," Marcus said. Zack rolled his eyes.
"Just because you two hooligans are uneducated, doesn't mean-"
"Did you really just say hooligans?" Cody called. He was now in the bathroom. They heard a clang, a groan, another clang, then Cody swore and emerged from the bathroom. "You sound like Moseby."
"What was that?" Woody asked.
"The shelf fell down and hit my head," Cody said. He rubbed his head and opened his closet door…then shut it quickly.
"What's wrong?" Zack asked.
"I don't think I really want to open that door again," Cody said. He looked around his messy room. "Where are they?"
"Why don't you wear your glasses?" Marcus asked.
"They're dorky. They look like something Zack would wear," Cody groaned.
"You're hilarious."
"Well, you can stay here and look but we are going ashore. I mean, Bermuda is supposed to be awesome!" Marcus said. At the mention of Bermuda, Woody took out an onion and started chomping away.
"Not to mention all the cute girls in bathing suits," Zack said. Cody straightened up at the smell of the onion.
"Woody, get out of my room while you're eating that thing. It smells worse than my father after a concert," he demanded. The three boys walked out. Cody dumped his clothes out of the drawers, but his contact case wasn't there either. "Oh come on," he mumbled.
"What's wrong?" a kind voice asked. Cody straightened up immediately at the voice.
"Hey Bailey," he said. He peered around his dresser to see Bailey standing in his doorway. His breath hitched a bit. She was dressed like she was going to leave for the beach, in a short white sundress with a bright yellow bikini underneath. She looked good. Not that I care, Cody thought, although he did.
"I could hear stuff getting thrown around all the way down the hall," Bailey said. She was going to come on but couldn't find a safe spot to step, so she stayed outside his room.
"Oh, sorry. I can't find my contacts," he told her. He returned to his dresser, moving onto the second drawer.
"You wear contacts?" Bailey asked.
"Yeah. I'm near-sighted," he explained.
"Oh. Don't you have a pair of glasses?"
"They're embarrassing."
"Oh come on, they can't be that bad. Let's see them!" she said. Cody looked at her. She really wanted to see them, if only to make fun of him. How could he say no?
"Alright, but close the door!" Bailey looked for a safe spot to step.
"Oh here." He cleared a path to his bed then went to his nightstand to get his glasses. Bailey sat down Indian style and looked at him, waiting. He sighed and put them on.
Bailey suppressed a giggle. They were a weird dark red color and square. They were also gargantuan. They started a little above his eyebrows and ended at the bottom of his nose. They were thick too, both the frame and the lens and made his eyes look bug-eyed.
"They're…um…really not that bad," Bailey said, smiling.
"Uh-huh, sure," he said, lying down next to her.
"Okay, they're horrible, but as long as you stay in here, no one will know," Bailey said.
"Today's the only day we'll be in Bermuda though. Everyone else has gone and if Moseby finds out I'm here all by myself, he's going to put me to work," Cody said. Bailey smiled.
"Well, I'll stay with you," she offered. Cody sat up.
"Really? You don't have to do that," he said.
"No, it's fine. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to hang out with me on the beach anyway," Bailey said. Cody lay back down.
"Thanks Bailey. You know…you're pretty nice," he said, which he thought was an understatement.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said. Bailey turned around so she was facing Cody. He stared back at her. She had really pretty eyes. He'd never actually looked at her eyes…or any girl's eyes for that matter. They weren't exactly brown, like they seemed at first glance. They had a greenish tint to them. "I don't get it," Bailey was saying. Cody snapped out of his reverie.
"You don't get what?"
"Why you try to act so tough. You know, all bad boy like," she said. Cody shook his head.
"What's there to get? I don't like the term because it's really…I don't know, girly, but basically everyone I know has called me a bad boy at some point," Cody said.
"But you're not. You're just as smart as Zack and you're really sweet when you want to be," Bailey insisted.
"Whatever you say Bailey," he said.
"Like right now, you were staring at my eyes. Normally, when you look at a girl, you look everywhere but her face. Right then though…you weren't checking me out, you were trying to see me, to really see me," Bailey said. Cody looked away, caught. What could he say? "Cody, look at me," Bailey instructed. Cody looked back at Bailey and realized how close they were…and what she was wearing…or what she wasn't, anyway…
"Yeah?" he heard himself ask.
"You're a nice guy," she said. She had laid down now and her face was maybe two inches away.
"Okay…" She was very close now. He could count every eyelash surrounding her beautiful eyes if eh wanted to…not that he- oh forget it. He was caught. She was going to-
BOOM! There was a big flash and Bailey looked up.
"What was that?" Bailey asked.
"I think we left the port," Cody said. He looked up at how close Bailey was to him.
"Where are the guys?" Bailey asked.
"I don't know." Bailey looked down at Cody.
"Hi," he said. Oh great Cody, just great. That's a perfect thing to say to your girlfriend when it looks like she's about to kiss you. Hi. Just great you dummy, he thought bitterly.
"Hey," she said, but she was smiling. Cody's heart surged. Maybe there was hope.
"Hey guys, you missed out on a lot of fun!" Marcus said.
"Whatever. I was so nervous the whole time. I hate six onions!" Woody complained. The guys walked in to see Bailey and Cody, on the bed, very close to each other.
"You know, if you wanted some alone time, all you had to do was tell us instead of pretending to lose your contacts," Zack said. Bailey blushed.
"No, we weren't-" Cody stuttered.
"Oh look!" Bailey said, reaching across Cody. "Here are your contacts," she said.
"Thanks Bailey," he mumbled. He sat up and started to put them in. The guys backed out.
"Cody? What were we talking about? Or doing?" Bailey asked.
"We were…we were…I don't remember," Cody said, his face scrunching up as he thought.
"I…hmm…"
"I think we were talking about how Ophelia isn't a great role model for women even though a lot of women adore Ophelia," Cody said.
"Yes, that has to be it," Bailey agreed.
They looked at each other for a second, wondering…
"Um…thanks for staying with me on the boat," Cody said.
"No problem Cody," Bailey said. She kissed his lips lightly and left. Cody fell back on the bed in a daze.
Even though I don't remember most of today, this has been one of the best days of my life.
Okay, so I had this swimming around in my head for a while, and I decided what the hay, might as well post it. How do you all like it?