A/N: Just a short one chapter continuation I was inspired to write. I guess one it's sort of like a two-shot.

Disclaimer: I do not own 15/Love. I would love too, but I don't.

"She's here!" Adena sang out, bounding into the open and grabbing at Tanis' wrist, dragging her off the couch.

"She's early!" Tanis shouted, running after Adena.

"She's here." Cameron repeated, more sympathetically to Squib, as he stood and went to greet 'she' for himself.

"She's early." Squib muttered, but he stood.

"You're coming?" Cameron asked hopefully.

"Nah, I'm hiding." Squib turned on his heel and headed in the opposite direction.

"You should tell her!" Cameron shouted after his retreating back, shaking his head.

He should tell her, he just couldn't, Squib told himself, tossing a tennis ball at the ceiling, letting it drop to the floor without catching it. He'd been too late. Two months later and he still thought about that day all the time. How he'd sat on the bench for two hours in the cold, staring down the road, hoping in some insane little corner of his brain that maybe she'd come back down the road. How he'd been accepted back into Cascadia, then nearly kicked out again for his lackluster performance. How he'd waited everyday for a month to hear the familiar click of her camera before he'd finally given up hope. But, he thought with a spark of hope, she was Cody. She was Cody and he was Squib. They were Cody and Squib. They belonged together. Maybe it wasn't too late. Sitting up, he gave a half-smile at the picture beside his bed and began to formulate a plan.

Ok, he'd been throwing rocks at her window for 15 minutes. Either she was a really heavy sleeper or she wasn't coming out.

"Do you have any idea how horribly cliché it is to throw rocks at a girl's window?" Cody's voice startled him and he dropped the rock to the grass, turning to where she leaned, smirking, on the porch rail.

"I was desperate." He held out a hand, "Come for a walk?" Cody looked hesitant. Crossing her arms, she stepped off the porch to follow him, but didn't reach out for his hand. Ok, that didn't go exactly as planned, Squib admitted, but everything would be fine. Nervously, he fiddled with his thumbs as he led Cody along the path to the beach.

"The beach. Another Cody and Squib cliché." Cody muttered and Squib grimaced. This was not going well.

"Sor-ry." It came out a little more sarcastic than he intended, but Squib was hurt.

"No," Cody said in a sigh, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Her words sounded sincere enough, but her comment had made Squib nervous. Cody flopped cross-legged to the sand and he followed suit.

"So, why are we here?" Cody asked, but she knew the answer. Cringing and wrapping her arms around her knees, refusing to make eye contact with Squib, she waited.

"Ok, first of all, I wanted to say sorry for never saying good-bye." Squib took a deep breath and gave her some time to answer, mostly just so he could get control of his racing nerves.

"It's fine. I didn't exactly give anyone the chance." Cody dropped her chin to her knees and shrugged.

"Ok and second, I wanted you to know that there's something I've wanted to tell you for a while and I was going to tell you before you left, but the bus was already gone and-"

"Just say what you're going to say Squib." Cody interrupted in a clipped tone. Squib was a little unnerved, but he took a deep breath and spit it out anyway.

"I like you Cody. As more than a friend, I have for a long time." Closing his eyes, Squib grinned. The hard part was over. Now, she'd tell him how much she liked him too and she'd come home and everything could go back to normal. Cody wasn't saying anything.

"Cody?"

"You're too late Squib." She whispered, refusing to turn towards him.

"What?" He managed to utter in total disbelief. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

"I met someone in New York."

"But Cody, we're-"
"Cody and Squib? No, we're not! You're you and I'm me and we are separate people!"

"But I thought…with all those almost kisses and…I thought you liked me."

"I did, but then you weren't there." Cody sounded apologetic.

"I would have been if I had known!" Squib shouted.

"You did know, I made sure of that! I know Rick told you."

"I tried to get there!" Squib wasn't lying really. He had tried. After his match.

"Don't lie to me. I waited for an hour before the bus came, you never came." Cody said bitterly.

"It was the biggest match of my life!" Squib shouted defensively.

"I shouldn't have come here. I knew this would happen." Cody stood.

"What was I supposed to do Cody? Blow it off?" Squib was laying the guilt on pretty thick.

"You know you would have. If I had been important enough." Her words punctured his heart. All the way through, leaving a gapping, black hole. But, with a jolt of reality, he realized that maybe she was right. But he wasn't ready to let go of her yet. He cared too much. She was more important now.

"I love you Cody." He called as a last resort, watching her stop. He waited hopefully. She didn't turn around.

"It's too late Squib. The bus already left the station…and it's not coming back." Running both his hands through his hair, Squib stared at the water and bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears. Part of him still believed that when he turned around, she would be waiting to jump into his arms and mumbled apologies into his chest.

Cody stopped at the edge of the beach and turned to look at him. He was staring at the water, blurred by her tears. She knew she loved him, she would never stop, but it was too late. Unless he turned around. She waited with bated breath. She knew that if he turned around in time, she would jump into his arms and mutter apologies into his chest. But if he didn't turn around, she was leaving.

He turned around just in time.

To watch her walk off the beach…and out of his life…forever.