"I feel like im losing you...cuz your always at the paaappeerr" –Candybrowneyez, in an attempt to write me a song for this chap.
"Hey," Cody said as she walked into the kitchen and saw Squib standing at the counter with a cup of coffee.
"Hi," he said, leaning in to kiss her. He was a little hurt when she didn't kiss back.
"How was the trip?" She poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Good. I tried calling a few times, but there was no answer,"
"I was probably at the paper," she informed him.
"I left messages,"
"The machine must be full or something,"
"Oh," there was an awkward pause.
"How was your birthday?"
"Fine," she said.
"Do anything special?"
"Not really," Another awkward pause. Why was it so hard for them to talk? Squib could talk to her about Ryan for Pete's sake, but they couldn't have a conversation about her birthday?
"We should do something tonight; go out to dinner. We never did get to celebrate…" He suggested.
"I've got a lot of work at the paper, I'm probably going to be there late," she said.
"Okay, maybe on the weekend then,"
"Maybe," she said. She glanced at her watch, "I don't wanna be late for class. See you later," she quickly finished her coffee and walked out the door. Squib sighed; this was not going to be a good day.
What Squib had originally thought was going to be a bad day had quickly turned into what he was sure was going to be a bad week. He sat alone on the couch on Wednesday night; their official movie night. Back at Cascadia it used to be Fridays, but Wednesday worked better for them because Cody didn't have class until one on Thursday and Squib usually had none at all, and it left Friday free for them to go out.
True, he and Cody hadn't talked and formally agreed to meet up Friday (it was impossible to talk, what with her locked up at the paper all the time), but they had never had to before. He had even rented her favorites; Moulin Rouge, Wizard of Oz, and Mary Poppins. All of which, she insisted on a regular basis, were timeless classics and deserved to be watched over and over (except for Moulin Rouge, having only come out a few years prior, but apparently Ewan MacGregor made up for that fact). He sighed, deciding their fight had gone long enough, especially if it affected movie night. He got up from the couch, thankful the school was within very short walking distance, and headed for the paper office.
"Cody, you should go home," Matt, a fellow journalist, said smiling.
"No, I'm gonna stick around a little longer,"
"You've been working your butt off all week! You deserve a break! Besides, isn't tonight movie night with Squib?" He asked.
"It's no big deal if I miss one night. There are some articles Robert wanted me to read over," Robert was the director of the university newspaper, often referred to as the 'paper Nazi'.
"You go ahead, I'll cover Il Duce for you," Matt smiled. Cody was about to respond when the door opened.
"Hey guys," Squib said as he entered.
"Squib buddy, how's it going? Haven't seen you around here in a while," Matt said, giving him a friendly handshake.
"Yeah, been practicing a lot," Squib explained.
"Well, I have an article to finish up," Matt smiled and moved to his desk on the opposite side of the room in an attempt to give the couple more privacy.
"So, where is everybody?" Squib asked, looking around the empty room.
"They've all left already. It's just me, Matt, and Robert's in his office," Cody informed him.
"Hey," Squib said, "you coming back any time soon? I thought we could watch movies. I rented…"
"I don't think so," Cody interrupted him, "I've got a lot of work to do."
"It can't wait until tomorrow?"
"No," she said curtly, "besides, don't you have to pack? You're leaving tomorrow," Squib could have sworn he detected an accusatory undertone in her voice.
"Not until tomorrow evening. I've got lots of time,"
"Either way," she said, "I've got to work. I'll see you later tonight." With that she walked back to her desk, ending the conversation. Squib turned and left the room.
Squib awoke when he heard someone opening the bedroom door. He glanced at the clock: 1:00AM. There was no way she had been at the paper that long! Where had she gone? He lay motionless as he heard her change into her pajamas. He heard her sigh softly…
Cody sighed softly. At about 11:00 she had finally left the office, but only because Matt and Robert were leaving too. Not wanting to go home, although she wasn't quite sure why, she had spent the next two hours reading a book at an all night coffee joint on campus. She quickly changed and crawled into bed, not wanting to wake Squib.
Squib felt the bed shift as she climbed in. He wondered if maybe he should alert her to his presence, but decided against it. It was too late to fight; they could talk tomorrow morning…
The next morning Squib entered the kitchen and saw Cody sitting on the counter, drinking coffee and reading the paper.
"Hey," he said, "up for doing something today? I've missed you this week, and you don't have class until one, so…"
"Can't, paper," she said in between sips of coffee.
"Again?" He asked.
"Well yeah, it's a lot of work Squib,"
He sighed, "Okay, well, will I see you before I leave?"
"I dunno, probably not," she shrugged, hopping off her counter and placing her mug in the sink.
"Well, I'll call you when I get there, okay?"
"Okay," she said, glancing back at him as she buttoned her coat. She gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek and a whispered 'bye', and was out the door before Squib could even finish the words coming out of his mouth.
"Bye, I love…" he watched her close the door, "…you…"
Remember me
Feels like forever
Since the days
When we were friends
I don't understand
All these changes
I'm still the same
No need to pretend
Where'd it go..?
Do you know..?
Maybe it just doesn't matter
'Cause when i try to talk to you
I feel like I'm not getting through you
Where did we go wrong
It's hard to be strong
When I talk...
When I talk to you
There were times
In the beginning
When you were there
When I needed you most
We'd sit and talk
About the future
And laugh about
Us getting old
Do you know
How it feels
I hope that you know that it matters
But when i try to talk to you
I feel like I'm not getting through you
Where did we go wrong
It's hard to be strong
When I talk to you
I want you to know everything that I am
Don't want to know what life would be without you
When i try to talk to you
I feel like I'm not getting through you
Where did we go wrong
It's hard to be strong
When I talk...
When I talk to you
-Many Moore 'When I Talk To You'
Two updates in one night! Candybrowneyez's official new name is the update Nazi! This one's especially for her, in hopes that if I dedicate one to her, she'll stop threatening me!