I got the idea for this oneshot from xxtheawesome01xx.
Okay, I know it's wrong, but it's a bad habit. And bad habits are hard to break. Especially once you've been doing something for a long time, and I've been doing it since we first started to date.
And it's not like it was my idea to start with. It was his little sister Alli's. She could be a little devious at times, but she hardly ever got hurt from guys. Or anyone, for that matter. So she must have had a few tricks up her sleeve, right? And she was his sister, after all. If anyone knew everything about him, she did. That's why when she told me to look through his text messages, I listened to her.
He'd caught me a couple of times, but I usually distracted him in or made up a reason why I had his phone.
It happened one time while I was at his house. But this time I was unprepared.
We were lying on a blanket near the fireplace at his house in Maine. (A/N I am almost positive he doesn't have a house in Maine in real life, but in this story he does!) The fireplace glowed orange and the flickering flames were the only light source in the room. Snow was piling up outside the window and we were the only ones home. Alli had another modeling job, and his parents and brother were there to support her.
"I'm going to go get some pillows and blankets," Cody said, standing up and stretching. "See you in a second."
"Okay," I said, feigning sleepiness. Inside, I giggled. His phone was on the coffee table we were leaning on, less than a foot away. He wouldn't suspect a thing. He leaned over me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek before walking up the stairs. I sprang to life, grabbing his phone off the table and unlocking his screen.
His pass code was my birthday.
Super sweet.
I realized that I hadn't looked through his phone in awhile. I had about seventy five messages to go through, but more than half of them were to me so it wasn't too much work.
I read through his messages, laughing at the ones to his friend Jake. He and Jake had always had a love hate relationship, and some of their conversations were downright funny.
I drew a sharp intake of breath and my hands grew clammy at the sight of the name on the screen.
Abbey.
His ex girlfriend.
I almost dropped the phone, and instantly grabbed hold of it tighter. He was addicted to his iphone. God only knows what would happen if I broke his "other baby."
I was his first.
I tried to think of a good reason why he'd be texting Abbey. They were sort of friends, but they didn't really talk too much. As far as I knew.
As I opened the text, I heard footsteps behind me and I froze just as his voice rang out through the cozy room. The accent I so admired was laced with confusion.
"What are you doing with my phone?"
"Um…" I said. A thousand excuses ran through my mind, but I felt too guilty to lie. And I was too numb to divert his attention. He climbed over the couch and to the blanket.
"Are you reading my text messages?"
He sounded uncharacteristically mad. And was it me, or was he a little bit defensive?
I looked down at the screen quickly and saw the first words of the message, before three little dots invited me to open the text and read on.
To Abbey: I love yo…
Just as my mouth dropped and I opened the text to read the text, he snatched the phone from my hands. Tears of hurt and anger flooded into my eyes.
"You have no right to do that," Cody said, stuffing his phone into his pocket, clearly annoyed.
"Obviously I do," I argued defiantly. I brushed my hair away from my face. "You told Abbey that you love her."
"What?" Cody asked. "Of course I didn't. Why would I? What are you talking about?"
"Liar," I said, my voice quivering. I crossed my arms, holding myself tightly. He was just like the rest. "I saw it."
"Oh did you?" Cody asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically. He dropped the pile of pillows and blankets onto the floor. They landed with a soft thud.
"Yes," I said, gazing down at the pile of bedding. The underwater pattern of whales, waves and seashells were distorted by the tears in my eyes.
Cody pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling through the texts.
"Is this the one?" He asked, holding the screen out for me to read. It said I love yo and then three dots.
"Yes," I said again. "It is. Why would you do this to me?"
"Maybe next time you decide you don't trust me and want to go through my stuff, you should learn the whole story."
He opened the text, and showed it to me.
To Abbey: I love your new twitter profile pic. #Australia FTW.
The reason I had only seen the first part was because I hadn't opened the text and read the whole thing.
"Her pictures were of a beach in Queensland," Cody said. I could hear the hurt in his voice. "I can't believe you don't trust me."
At first, a wave of relief hit me. But then shame took it's place, and I couldn't think of what to say. I felt incredibly stupid.
"Oh my god, Cody," I blurted out. "I'm so sorry."
"Yeah, of course you are," Cody rolled his eyes.
"I am," I insisted. "I have no reason not to trust you and I…I'm sorry."
"Just how many times have you gone through my phone?" He demanded. The firelight danced off his eyes, and the room no longer looked cozy. The snow outside seemed menacing and I was too warm.
"It's not important," I tried. "But I'll never do it again?"
"How many times?" He repeated.
"Fine," I sighed. "I've done it a lot. It's a bad habit."
"You know what? I don't think this is going to work out. If you don't trust me, I don't think we can be together anymore."
"Cody, please don't do this," I said, grabbing his hand. I'm so sorry…It's just…Do you know how many guys have burned me before?
He nodded.
"Alli told me," he stated. "They all cheated on you. I don't understand why, but I know all about it. You were hurt bad." He seemed to soften a little bit.
"I grew to be paranoid," I said softly. It was sort of hard to talk about. "I was just making sure that you weren't cheating on me, Cody. I'm sorry."
"But you have to trust me," he said. "I know it's hard to put yourself out there but I can promise you with all my heart that I will never, ever hurt you. And while we're dating, nobody else will either."
"Does that mean you're giving me another chance?"
"That's exactly what it means," he said, pulling me into his arms and covering my face and neck with soft sweet kisses.
"Thank you," I whispered into his chest.
"No, thank you," he said. "Thank you for trusting me enough to be in your life. I know you don't trust easily, and I understand that your past has been hard, Angel."
My voice was thick with emotion and tears, so I whispered only three little words.
"I love you."
"I love you too," he said instantly. And I knew he did. I knew in that moment that it would never be necessary for me to read his text messages again. He loved me. And for that reason alone, I trusted him.
Hey guys! So I write these oneshots in first person so that the reader can put themselves in the girl's position if they want to. I'm also taking requests, so if there's a certain scene you want with Cody, just let me know in a review and I'll be only too happy to write it for you and dedicate the chapter to you! Like, if you want you and Cody to be at the beach, or fighting about something random, or at one of his concerts, or anything just tell me in a review. I've got no life so I'll most likely write it for you! And I'll make it VERY romantic! (But not rated M) So just let me know!