Next chappie, a very short one! Sorry!

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"You!" Squib snapped at Remy, "Are unbelievable."

"Wha?"

"Why the hell would you come around here after what you did last night?" he spat. She winced as if his words had slapped her clean across the face.

"I…I wanted to apologize," she whispered.

"Well you picked a damn great time to do it!" he said, now furious. "Really!" Squib opened the door. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go find someone," he said calmly, but slamming the door behind him.

"Cody!" he called loudly, chasing after her down the hall. "Cody, stop!"

"Forget it, Squib!" she shouted behind her, picking up her pace. She jogged out the front doors and across the lawn towards her house.

"Would you- just- stop?" he said angrily, trying to grab hold of her arm. He took her by the wrist, and pulled her back. She slammed into his chest.

"Squib," she muttered irritably into his shirt. "What- do- you- want?"

"I…I wanted to talk…"

"Well, I don't!" she snapped, turning and walking again.

"Cody! She kissed me! I didn't do a thing," he hissed at her retreating back.

"And you expect me to believe that?" Cody threw open her front door and marched up the stairs to her room. Knowing that the conversation was nowhere near over, Squib followed. She stomped into her room, immediately resuming the tearing up of her room. A stray sock hit Squib in the face.

"Yes, I do, actually!"

"Well, tough."

"What's this?" Squib asked, wandering over to her suitcase. Cody quickly jumped in front of him and slammed the top shut.

"It's nothing."

"It didn't look like nothing," he said, arching an eyebrow at her. He could tell she was still pissed off.

"Move," he said, nudging her aside.

"Look, just go away, Squib," she sighed sadly.

Squib managed to bump her out of the way and open the top of her suitcase. He pulled out a stack of pictures, bound by an elastic band. He tore it off and began flipping through them. Cody had abandoned her useless attempt to stop him, and was now looking out her window, with her arms folded firmly across her chest.

"These…These are all pictures…of me," he said, sounding astonished. "Just me," he added.

"Yeah, so?"

"Why? I mean…where's everyone else?"

"Squib," Cody sighed, sounding exasperated, "Just get lost, okay?"

Squib placed the pictures back neatly in her suitcase and walked over to her. He took her hand in his. "Cody, look at me," he said quietly. She turned to face him and he was shocked to find her eyes watering and her face stained with tears. "This isn't about Boston, or Remy…tell me what this is really about."

"Fine," she said, her voice shaking, "You wanna know the truth?"

"I do," he said sincerely.

"It's you Squib. It's all you."

"What…?"

"Everything I do," she said, pulling her hand free. "It's just all you! You're the first thing that comes into my head every morning, and the last thing before I go to bed." Squib's mouth hung open, but he didn't speak. "That night on the boat," she said, tears now flowing freely down her face, "I think about it all the time. I know you don't, Squib, but I do! I keep going over what happened every night, just wishing-" she paused to take a deep breath, "Just wishing it could happen again!"

"Cody…"

"No. You wanted the truth, and you got it! Now get out."

"Co-"

"I mean it, Squib. I don't want you here right now."

Squib obeyed. Silently he left the room, closing the door slowly behind him, unbeknownst to the fact that behind that door, Cody Myers was kneeling on her floor, slowly soaking the carpet with her tears.

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Tragic, I know. But I can promise you this: There WILL be a happy ending!
Thanks for all your support, people!