Cody Myers was cooking. Well, technically she wasn't cooking yet, but the very thought that in a mere few days she would be cooking was terrifying all by itself. The last time Cody had tried cooking she had been 17 and her dad was gone at a conference and, after almost burning the kitchen down twice and an end result of something that was most certainly not edible, she had sworn if off. However, in two days, on Saturday night, she was making dinner for her and Squib. She had gotten a cookbook and an apron and everything! So there she was standing in the grocery isle gathering ingredients.

She and Squib had definitely not gone back to normal, but they were on their way. There was still a fair bit of tension between them, but they were slowly becoming comfortable with each other once again. It was almost like getting to know each other all over again, Cody thought. He had only been gone for a short, 3 day trip in the two weeks since that monumental movie night. They were taking things slow, very slow, but Cody was glad. It was working for them.

She returned home, happy that her afternoon classes had been cancelled due to some conference all the professors were going to. Placing her bags on the counter, she began to empty things into the cupboards and the refrigerator. Just as she was finishing up, she heard the door open and moments later Squib entered.

"Hey," he said, "Uh…we have a problem…"

"What?" She asked.

"Saturday night isn't going to work,"

"What? Why not?"

"I'm…leaving," he said.

"You're leaving?"

"For three weeks,"

"Three weeks?"

"Yeah…"

"What? Why? Where?"

"There's a tournament in Europe," he explained.

"And you can't fly out there a few days later? Or fly back in between games?" She asked.

"Cody, this is a really big deal! I need to be out there by tomorrow, I'm flying out tonight,"

"Tonight? Isn't that kind of soon?"

"I need to be there! And no, I can't fly back. In between matches there'll be press conferences, interviews, publicity stuff," he explained.

"I can't believe you!" She shouted.

"Cody, this is…"

"Important," she yelled, finishing his sentence, "I know, I know! It's always important; more important than us!"

"You know that I don't think that!" Squib defended himself.

"I'm not so sure anymore, Squib!" She shouted, "Tennis always comes first; before me, before us!"

"I don't see why this is such a big deal to you!"

"Because you're never around! Never!" She screamed at him.

"I am too around! I'm around lots! You just don't notice because you spend all day and night cooped up in that paper office with Matt," he countered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, outraged.

"It means you spend an awful lot of time with him! Especially for someone with a boyfriend,"

"Maybe I like talking to someone who doesn't have such a one-track mind for a change!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" He questioned.

"All you ever think about or talk about is tennis! Everyday!"

"That's not true and you know it," he said, "and what about you? You're obsessed with that stupid paper."

"That's different; I don't spend all my time there!"

Squib scoffed, "Oh please! Maybe you never used to, but you sure do now!"

"And whose fault is that?" She asked pointedly.

"I don't know," he said, "why don't you ask Matt?"

"Would you shut up about Matt? You know there's nothing going on between us!"

"No I don't!" He yelled, "I have no idea what you two spend all day doing! What am I supposed to think, Cody? You two spend all day in that little office, you come home at absurd hours in the morning!"

"Maybe if I had a boyfriend who actually paid attention to me and not some stupid game, I would be home more often!"

"What do you want me to do, Cody? Tennis is my career!"

"And journalism is mine!"

"Well then, why do you care so much about my tennis? It's my life; it had nothing to do with you!" The kitchen filled with an eerie quiet as they both realized what he had just said. Both were breathing heavily from yelling so loud.

"Cody, that didn't come out right…you know I don't…"

"No," she interrupted, "you're right."

He looked at her in mild shock, "What?"

"Squib," she was speaking softly now, "we're separate people, living separate lives."

"Cody, that's not true," he said almost pleadingly.

"Yes, it is, Squib, you know it is. I don't know how it happened but somewhere along the way, it did. We just don't…fit anymore." Squib couldn't believe she was saying this! They didn't fit anymore? Of course they did! They were Cody and Squib! They had fit since the day they met!

"Cody, can we please just talk about this?"

"There's nothing to talk about, Squib,"

"Cody," he whispered, "how can you say that?"

"I just…" her voice was cracking now, "I just…don't think we can fix this."

"Do you really mean that?"

"I do, Squib. I honestly wish we could but…"

Squib looked down, "So…that's it then. We're over…" Cody couldn't tell if it was a question or a statement.

"I think so…"

He nodded, "I…I have to go catch my flight. I'll get my stuff and be out of here when I get back…"

"Okay," Cody said, although she wasn't sure if he heard her. She was speaking almost inaudibly now in an attempt to keep tears from falling. Squib walked passed her and into the bedroom. When he emerged a few minutes later with his suitcase she was still standing in the exact same spot, face turned down to the floor. He said nothing as he walked out of the apartment. As soon as she heard the door slam behind him, Cody fell to her knees and began sobbing.

I can't imagine all the people that you know
And the places that you go
When the lights are turned down low
And I don't understand
All the things you've seen
But I'm slipping in between
You and your big... dreams
It's always you in my big dreams

And you tell me
That it's over
Wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clover
And your restless
And I'm naked
You've got to get out
You can't stand to see me shaking
No, would you let me go
I didn't think so

And you don't want to be here in the future
So you say the present's just a pleasant
Interruption to the past
And you don't want to look much closer
'Cause you're afraid to find out all this hope
You had sent into the sky by now had... crashed
And it did because of me

And then you bring me home
Afraid to find out that you're alone, no
And I'm sleeping in your living room
But we don't have much room
To live

And I had dreams that I might learn to play guitar
Maybe cross the country
Become a rock star
And there was hope in me
That I could take you there
Dammit you're so young
but, I don't think I care
And if I hurt you, then I'm sorry
Please don't think that this was easy

And then you bring me home
'Cause we both know what its like to be alone, no
And I'm dreaming in your living room
But we don't have much room
To live

And Konstantine is walking down the stairs
Doesn't she look good
Standing in her underwear?
And I was thinking, what I was thinking
We've been drinking
And it doesn't get me anywhere

My Konstantine came walking down the stairs
And all that I could do
Was touch her long, blonde hair
And I've been thinking, it hurts me thinking
That these nights when we were drinking
No they never got us anywhere, no

This is because I can spell konfusion with a K
And I can like it
It's to dying in another's arms
And why I had to try it
It's to Jimmy Eat World
And those nights in my car
When the first star you see, may not be a star
and I'm not your star?
Isn't that what you said
What you thought this song meant

And if this is what it takes
Just to lie in my mistakes
And live with what I did to you
And all the hell I put you through
I always catch the clock, it's 11:11
Now you wanna talk
It's not hard to dream
You'll always be my Konstantine
My Konstantine

They'll never hurt you like I do
No, they'll never hurt you like I do
No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No

This is to a girl who got into my head
With all the pretty things she did
Hey, you know you keep me up in bed
This is to a girl who got into my head
With all these fucked up things I did
Hey maybe baby, you could keep me up in bed
My Konstantine

Spin around me like a dream
We played out on this movie screen
And I said, did you know I missed you?
and did you know I missed you
Did you know I missed you
and did you know I missed you
and did you know I miss you
Did you know I miss you
Did you know I miss you
I miss you

And then you bring me home
And we go to sleep, but this time not alone, no no,
And you'll kiss me in your living room, I know
I know you miss me in your living room,
'Cause these nights I think maybe that I miss you in my living room
We don't have much room
I said does anybody need that room?
Because we all need a little more room
To live

My Konstantine.

-Something Corporate 'Konstantine'

-ducks incoming objects- I never promised happy for this chap! But fear not, next chapter the Top Guns finally appear and attempt to save everyone's favorite couple! Until then- REVIEW! ;) Oh, and if you've never heard Konstantine, you NEED to! It's my favorite song EVER (this week, at least…). Either way, it's amazing.