Cody Oneshots Chapter 38: The Woman In Black, a x-overs fanfic

The Woman In Black…

…Finally comes out on DVD today. My very favorite movie was finally on sale after three months of waiting for it. I had been on vacation in Barbados when it was in theaters, and so I hadn't even gotten to see it then. But I'd read the books, seen the old version, and I was in love with Daniel Radcliffe so you could say I was just a little excited.

I was walking through the mall, on my way to FYE wearing gray hip-hugging sweatpants and a black tank top with my highlighted hair pulled back into a low ponytail. I ducked my head as I passed a group of kids around my age, and tried to hurry through. It wasn't because I didn't like people, I was just shy and preferred to be by myself.

I finally got to the store, and pushed through the doors. I bumped into somebody almost instantly.

"Oh, sor-" I started, before realizing that I hadn't bumped into a person, it was a cutout of Cody Simpson. I giggled a second, before remembering why I was there.

The Woman In Black.

I walked as quickly as I could to the movie section and searched through the shelves. Spiderman, Surf's Up, Stick It…

My black painted nail went along each of the S Movies, searching. Finally, T…There it was. Nestled in between The Waiting and Thinking Of You.

One copy left.

I reached for it, and attempted to pull it out. But I met resistance. Somebody, on the other side of the shelf was pulling for it too. Normally I'd be polite and let them take it, but I pulled as hard as I could.

Whoever it was let it go, and I pulled it through.

Yes!

Now, to just make my way through to the checkout counter and buy it, then go home and watch it.

I practically ran through the aisle, and bumped into somebody. I looked up quickly, and saw the familiar blonde hair and blue eyes.

Stupid cutout, I thought. But then it hit me that this was no cutout, that he was really there and three dimensional and real and I'd just practically ripped a movie out of his hands.

"So," Cody said with amusement. "You're the Woman In Black fan, I see."

I looked down at my toes, and nodded.

"Sorry," I said. "But I've been waiting forever for this movie and-"

"Oh, I don't mind at all," he said quickly. "Hi. I'm Cody, Cody S-"

"I know," I said softly, glancing over his shoulder at the cutout. He turned around to follow my eyes, and then smiled again.

"Oh, right…Well, what's your name?"

"I'm Sydney."

"Like the city from home," Cody said reminiscently. "Pretty name, Sydney."

I didn't respond, and he looked confused.

"So," he said, leaning on one of the shelves. "Sydney. Are you going to go watch this movie?"

"Yes."

"Have you seen it before?"

"No."

He seemed to take my monosyllabic responses as a personal challenge to get me to open up with him, but I'd barely just met the kid. He was cute and everything, but come on.

"Well, I don't think it's wise to watch by yourself," Cody said. "Why don't we go watch it together?"

"No thanks," I replied, blushing furiously.

"Okay, fair enough, we just met…Well, how about I take you to get a coffee or something and we can talk it over?"

"Again, no thank you," I said.

"Well," Cody smirked. "I'm not going to let you get away with that movie, so I guess I'll just be going to speak to the manager and maybe I'll mention the fact that my record label is pretty much his biggest supplier…"

"Wow, you'd really use your celebrity status like that?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "What a jerk."

"Hey," he shrugged. "This is my favorite movie, and I'm not going to rest until I see it again."

I sighed.

"Fine, we can go get a coffee."

I could talk him out of it, if it came down to it. Chances were though, he'd get bored and leave so I could go home and watch.

"Perfect," Cody grinned. His dimples appeared adorably, and his smile lit the room up. What good looks wasted on such a jerk.

"Not really," I sighed. I bought the movie, and he waited by the door. Gripping my bag as tightly as I could, I gritted my teeth and followed him to the café.

He held the door open and we walked through.

"You. Are. Evil." I said, as he ordered us cappuccinos.

"Am not," he laughed. "Just a devoted Daniel Radcliffe fan…" He stopped at the look on my face. "Oh please, like you wouldn't do the same thing to see this movie."

I started to argue, but faltered halfway through. He was right.

"That's what I thought," he chuckled, pulling chairs out for both of us near the fire. "So Sydney…Tell me about yourself."

"No."

"Fine, I'll talk about myself then," he replied easily.

"Of course you will, you self-centered, egotistical-"

"Now do you really want to finish that sentence?" He grinned.

I tried to glare at him, but found myself fighting the urge to laugh. He wasn't really mean, he was just bold and really wanted to see the movie I had in my bag.

"Now," he said. "I was born in a river, just beside the Candy Cane forest. I led a life of rebellion until the age of…nine and a half, when I learned how to play the saxophone. You see, the saxophone was like an opening into my world. I performed every day and every night to a Woman's Prison Facility in south Canada, until my thirteenth birthday. That was when I-"

"You are the biggest liar," I burst into laughter.

"No," he said, his face completely straight. "I'm not, seriously."

"Yeah you are," I said through my giggles. "You were born in Gold Coast Australia and swam until you were like twelve, then you posted a YouTube video and got famous."

"No, that's my cover story," he assured me. "So then I took my saxophone and one of the ladies from prison, and we made our way to the Great Coral Reef to find the magic key. With the magic key, I'd be able to-"

I was laughing too hard to hear him finish.

"This is the most random story in the history of life," I chuckled.

"Yes, but while you were distracted, look what I got…"

Cody held up the FYE bag and swung it around, with a grin on his face.

I half laughed, half groaned and sank my head back into the seat behind me.

"So, how about we go watch it together Sydney?"

I sighed, still smiling.

"Okay, let's go…"

Note: Okay, entirely random and badly written, but maybe you didn't cry tears of torture while reading it? Haha, review if you feel compelled to…And if not, review to tell me how much I suck. Either way, I like reviews! 143!