A/N: A little cheesy and predictable but don't shoot, just review ;)

Disclamer: I don't 15/Love or any of it's characters. Not even Squib. But if he goes up for sale, let me know?

Cody sat quietly in her seat as she daydreamed about her evening with Squib. The movie would be playing, the theatre empty except for the two of them. And as Chad Micheal Murray's lips touched Lindsay Lohan's, Squib would lean in and kiss her. It was a wonderful dream, really it was. As it lasted. But it didn't last for long because Justin rudely interrupted it by slipping a note onto her desk. She glared at him and from the corner of her eye she thought she saw Squib shoot him a glance. She took the note into her hand and crumpled it and shoved the piece of paper into her agenda. She didn't have time for Justin, not even in science.


"Eyebrows was making eyebrows at you." Squib shuddered as he caught up with Cody in the hall.

"He really does have weird eyebrows doesn't he?" Cody laughed, she continued to walk which wasn't the reaction Squib was hoping for.

"Know what today is?"

"Friday?"

"No.. FREAKY FRIDAY!" Squib exclaimed and continued this outburst with a poor attempt of an evil laugh. Cody spun around to face him, about to burst into a thousand giggles but was still able to give him one of her you-are-so-weird looks.

"You do know that Freaky Friday is not a horror movie"

"Oh, right." Squib looked down to his feet rather disappointedly and Cody feared for a second that he would no longer go.

"But then again the movie is about a mother switching places with her daughter. Some people might call that a horror film." Cody shrugged

"Not exactly my kind of horror but don't worry, Citygirl, I'll still go." He said as if he had read her mind.

"I wasn't worrying!" Cody protested a little too quickly

"Sure you weren't."

"You know not every girl is in love with you!" She called out as he walked away with a smirk firmly planted on his face, earning her a few curious looks.


As darkness drew and bed check passed Cody made her way to Squib's dorm with a flashlight in hand and her purse swung over her should. She felt a rush of adrenaline through her short body as she whizzed past the guards' room. Just a few more doors and she'd be there.

Squib wasn't sure what he should do, he stared at himself in the mirror and applied more gel to his hair and tugged at the ends of his shirt. He cocked his head to the right and decided to apply more gel on.

"Whoa, Squib, dude, calm down with the gel. You're putting way too much the smell is just intoxicating." Cameron coughed as he grabbed the bottle from Squib's hands.

"Intoxicating?"

"Intoxicating means to affect someone using a vial smell that reduces physical and mental control, I think." Cody smirked, she had just walked into the dorm.

"It doesn't smell too bad, does it? The bottle said unscented." Squib remarked as he tried to run his fingers through his hair. "You know what, I'll just go wash this off and then we can go."

"Oh no, we are not missing the movie because of your sudden vanity attack. I went through too much for us to be late." Cody frowned.

"Okay, okay, let's go then. But if people start making fun of my hair I'm telling them it's your fault."

They walked silently to Dr. Myer's van, which was parked in the faculty parking lot. Cody climbed into the driver's seat and Squib in the passenger's.

"You can drive?" Squib asked, surprised.

"My sister taught me this summer."

"You have a sister?"

"Yes… and she taught me how to drive. Anymore questions? No? Good. Now shut it."

"Yes M'am."

The drive to the cinema was a pretty pleasant one if you didn't count all the "watch out there's a car", "that was a red light, red means stop", "you just ran a stop sign" from Squib. Finally Cody had enough and she pulled to the side of the highway.

"Squib, I have to concentrate!"

"Well sorrrryyy, but you almost got us killed-" he counted on his fingers and resumed "-22 times!"

"22? Was it that much?" Cody sighed looking rather embarrassed.

"Yes." Squib chuckled but he quickly stopped when they head a noise coming from the back seat. "Sure is dark back there."

"You heard it too?"

"Probably just something falling from one of the seats."

"Probably."

"Or it could be Justin."

"Squib, did you say that?"

"No. My voice isn't that ugly. Was it you?"

"Squib!"

"Sorry."

"Can you go check if there's something or someone in the back?"

"Why? Are you scaaarrreeedddd?"

"And so what if I am?"

"No."

"Squib!"

"What if there really is something in back. You're willing to sacrifice my life?"

"Yes."

"Fine." Squib undid his seatbelt and climbed over his seat. He walked down towards the first row of seat, his back hunched as not to hit his head on the roof.

"See anything?"

"OH NO! SOMETHING HAS GOT MY FOOT!"

"Not funny, Squib."

"I'M NOT TRYING TO BE FUNNY!"

"Has anyone ever told you how bad of an actor you are?"

"Phewf it let go. We need to get out of this car, Codes."

"Shut. Up. Squib."

"Okay, Okay." Squib heaved a sigh and after a rather awkward pause, he couldn't resist "CODY, HELP! IT'S GOT MY FOOT AGAIN!" He exclaimed with a detectable note of mockery in his voice.

"You're unbelievable!" She fumed, clenching her palms on the steering wheel.

"I guess that's the redhead temper they always talk about." He smirked, finding her reaction rather amusing, to say the least.

"Redhead temper?" She said in a harsh whisper, she flipped her armrest up and turned to face him with a menacing look (that could make any man scream in fear) painted on "Don't ever, ever, mention my temper, because if you do, Furlong, I swear I'll… I don't know what I'll do!" She yelled her voice booming inside the green van.

"Talk to me, Codes. Is it because you're –"

"I'm what?" She practically spat

"You know, PMSing, heard there was a pill that could, you know, rid you of the mood swings." He smirked and awaited her retort but Cody was too seething with anger to say anything. Squib noted how her face was the same colour as her hair but thought best not to mention it to her, in fear of his life. But in a fraction of a second the redhead's face had turned white as if she had seen a ghost. But in fact it was the hand that was peeking from behind the backseat that had turned her rosy cheeks pale.