... I should really stop with these one-sided Gody drabbles. Poor Cody. :(

Two in one, decided to spare you guys.

Incubus' 'Drive' and Taking Back Sunday's 'You're So Last Summer'

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the not-so-matching socks on my two feet.


Drive

With his hands still gripped on opposite ends of the steering wheel, he came to a halt. Cody gazed straight ahead, watching as the rain fogged up his rearview mirror. Hourds of people scurried past with umbrellas over their heads, some keeping close to stay warm and remain dry. He could hear bits of their conversations as he waited for the passerby to cross. French. They were all talking French. Where was he now anyway? Frankly he didn't care. All he needed was to get away.

"I don't know why I'm calling you right now," she'd left a message two nights before. He'd sat on his bed, his hands growing sweaty as he listened to her voice. His throat had ached. It still hurt as much just thinking about it. "But I figured you have the right to know.

"...that Trent and I are getting married next Tuesday."

Finally, the streets were cleared. He stepped on the pedal, continuing on this neverending road.

The night he'd recieved the message, he put on his jacket and drove out of town. He didn't need to replay it over and over to see if maybe, just maybe, it was just some big 'jokes on him'. He had this gut feeling that expected it for weeks. He'd heard the "And we both want you to be there, alright?" just as he headed out the door, and it didn't matter any to him. Nothing seemed to matter anymore.

Yet as he proceeded on miles and miles later, he asked himself whether he was trying to get away from her, or if he was just having trouble facing himself.

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there ... yeah I'll be there

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You're So Last Summer

He spent his whole senior year trying to get over her.

Trying to erase every little trace that reminded him of this girl he met at summer camp. Her unusually-dyed hair that went past her ears, and all the times he caught her in the communal washrooms spending hours on it. Her fair skin, and all the excuses she made for staying out of the sun (although certain occasions with green-eyed musicians called for several exceptions), trying to keep from getting the tan everyone else got and was okay with. The strange turquoise-colored lipstick she wore since sixth grade (he overheard her admitting to Lewshana; and no, he was not spying on her) because she didn't like the plastic pink lip gloss the popular girls in her class always wore. Her dark eyes, and all the looks she gave him that could seriously kill, but each time he stayed put exactly where he was (unless of course, she threw him out the window). And most importantly, her smile -- the smile he loved, and the smile she reserved exclusively for Trent.

He went through advice columns, researched every webpage he could find relevant to his situation on the internet, and asked just about every kid at school how to get over one's hairskinlipseyessmile, until eventually, he figured it out for himself.

Cody learned you get used to just about anything. He couldn't get over her, and he knew that even in his wildest dreams he could never be with her, yet for some crazy reason, as he reached the end of his senior year and graduated top of his class, he could live with that. And he'd do all that, just for the girl with the crazy hairskinlipseyessmile that once broke his heart.


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