Her. Where was she? What was she thinking? Was she still sleeping? Or was she still there? Being here and being in this situation, what was she feeling? Cody watched the sun calmly rise as his mind wondered… thinking about the girl at the other end of the hallway. She was usually there, with him, before he would wake up but now, he found himself lying alone for the first time in a while. As perfect as this moment was to make up for all the sleep he missed on the plane, he couldn't stop thinking about her. He spent hours trying to doze off, but… why hasn't Sierra come in yet? And why couldn't he enjoy this moment of loneliness?

Cody quietly made his way out of bed and down the wooden staircase. He grabbed a couple rolls of bread and milk and headed towards Sierra's room. He made no hesitation opening the paneled door but immediately felt guilty. Why didn't he think to knock? Why did he feel so entitled to enter her room? Cody felt he was numb to the idea of boundaries as she was consistently invading his privacy. As he opened the panel door, he noticed she was still peacefully sleeping in the dark room. He felt strange seeing her asleep, as she barely slept during their time on the plane together. Sierra slowly started to open her eyes as Cody sat on the other side of the bed.

"Are you waking up?" He greeted her quietly, "I have breakfast when you're ready." Sierra looked up at him. Him. She felt like the moment was still a lost dream as she saw the man she wanted to spend her life with sitting next to her, bringing her breakfast, and overall being genuinely kind to her. She sat up and looked at him sweetly as he handed her a roll.

Cody watched her take a bite and started to become flooded with guilt, "I'm sorry for just barging into the room."

"I don't mind," She reassured him, "It's not a problem. You can come in whenever." Cody felt exhausted. On the plane, she had no respect for his personal space and now she's telling him that he doesn't have to care about her personal space? Was she still holding onto her old behaviors? Or has there been enough damage done to where they can just be comfortable around each other?

He instated, "I still want to give you space when you need it. There will be times where I'll need my space too." His space. Like when he was alone in his bed this very morning. She never bothered him throughout the night…. He bothered her. Every time he's alone, will he be thinking about her? Will he ever truly be alone if she is on his mind?

"I understand," she nodded, "I just want our friendship to work so I'll try to give you the space you need. I just hate being alone all the time so I really don't mind if you come in whenever." Sierra felt like there was nothing she wouldn't do to make their friendship work. She eyed him. Even as she started to accept that they were not in a romantic relationship, he still meant everything to her. If she ruined this friendship, she'd be left alone again, which terrified her more than anything else. As they ate together, Cody looked over at her laptop laying on the bed.

"Could you… show me the blogs you run?"

She laughed, "You really want to see them?" Sierra thought this was a test on her; to see how much of a stalker or obsessive fan she really was and to see if he needed to run away from their friendship. She remembered the fans she interacted with and friends she made, all the blogs they ran and the information they collected. Maybe she didn't stand out. She opened her laptop and pulled up a pretty generic but surprisingly popular total drama blog. Cody was shocked to see all the pictures and rumors going around they were being posted by others but what mostly caught his eye was Sierra's inbox.

"You never check your messages?" he asked sarcastically. She bit her lip as she remembered seeing all her different inboxes overflowing the night before. As much of a fan she was at communicating with her peers she was nervous to open her new mail.

"I usually do but…" She hesitated, "I'm worried about getting hate mail. It's one thing to do this kind of stuff online and another thing for casual fans to see it on TV." As unknown to this side of the internet Cody was, he understood what it was like to receive nasty messages from fans. He never really let the messages bother him, as he never responded to them but he wasn't sure how sensitive Sierra was to the idea.

"I mean…" Cody reassured her, "When you're on TV you're going to get at least some weird messages I'm sure. I would just try to ignore them." There was more beyond the surface to the enthusiastic girl he'd come to enjoy. Cody never really considered why she acted the way she did beyond being his fan. Seeing her anxieties considering her father and her messages, it gave him more perspective of her character and made him more curious as to who she really was.

They dropped the idea of opening the mail and she closed out of her account, "Maybe I should delete the blogs," Sierra suggested, "I know you think they're weird. I just don't want to bother you too much with it."

"No-no, you like them. Keep them up." Cody realized how stressing the subject was to her, "Let's find something else to do." His mind felt strained. Why would she delete her blogs for him? She worked hard and spent hours making friends and talking about the things she loved. Why would she throw that away? How stressful was this for her? Being his friend. Sierra started to lift the covers off her and sat up on the edge of the bed, her feet barely touching the floor. He noticed the burn marks on her ankles. Cody nearly forgot about how much pain she was probably in from the accident.

"Hold on one second," Cody stood up, "I think I have crutches somewhere you can use instead." As he left the room, Sierra sat alone in her pain. She didn't realize how much pain she was in until that moment. She had her hair burned off and her arms and legs were covered in burn spots. She was disheartened by her favorite celebrity; someone she spent a good portion of her life admiring. She was pushed out of her home, and potentially had to relive a negative past experience. She hurt the person she truly loved, and doesn't feel like she deserves the effort he's giving her. She sat alone in her pain as she wondered if he'd ever come back. The loneliness was killing her. But Cody did come back with crutches and a first aid kit. She stared at him as he sat on the floor next to her.

"I don't think my legs are broken." She stated as he opened the kit and grabbed self-adherent bandages and a bottle of aloe.

"They could be sprained. But I think the burns might be a bigger issue." As he put aloe in the palm of his hand, he looked at her dainty feet. It was interesting that he'd find himself rubbing medicine on her feet when she was usually the one messing with his feet. She always took care of him… he knew it was time for him to take care of her in a time where she needed it most. He placed small dabs of aloe on her ankles and then wrapped them in the bandages. He noticed her watching him quietly. He smiled at her as he stood up next to her. Her heart took over as he stood there and she grabbed him in an embrace. Cody was shocked as she grabbed him by the abdomen and buried her face into his shirt.

"Thank you… Cody."

They stayed like that for a moment as time stood still. He waited for her to let go before sitting back down on the bed. She sat back under the covers and offered her friend another blanket. As he sat with her, as he brought her food, cared for her injuries, as he hugged her back, she didn't feel alone anymore. But she knew this would hurt her more and more. He grabbed the remote on his side of the bed and looked over at her. He could tell there was pain she was feeling.

"Is something bothering you?" He asked her.

She sighed deeply, "I feel like I've always had a crutch ya know. When I felt alone, I had my mom or my friends online but now I just feel like I don't have any of that. I don't want to rely on you for everything but…I've just been really lonely." Cody understands what it's like to feel alone. As happy as he can get to receive all the money he could ask for, he'd never be able to buy back the attention he barely received from his parents. Some people need more moral support than others and he was all that Sierra had at the moment.

"I might have something for you just a second." She stared at the door as he left the room for the second time. She feared that she would scare him away again. She knew that Cody had come to like a part of her that felt more enthusiastic, a part of her she buried in her anxieties. She didn't want her negative energy to make him uncomfortable. But… What was setting her off? Was it the little gestures he made that made her miss her life back home? Or was it the life online that she feared to share with him? She wanted to feel happy so badly it made her feel worse. She watched as he slowly opened the door.

"I brought you a present." As he opened the door, she saw him carry in a quite large cat and a small black bag. She chuckled as he set the animal down onto the bed before sitting back in his spot.

"I forgot you had a cat!" She laughed as she reached over him to pet the soft animal. He caught himself on the word. Forgot. She knows so much about his life that maybe he doesn't even know about. It didn't feel like it should have. Where she had to find all this information online, he felt like he's known her for years. As if his mind had finally found comfort in their strange introduction and gave him a reason to excuse the behavior.

"Well he just sits on the couch downstairs. I figured if you're lonely he could sit up here with you." He watched her as she gave the cat her affection. Affection he was so used to getting himself. It was the little things that made her happy… and that made him happy.

"I also brought some games and movies if you want. I figured you can just borrow them while you're here." He dumped out the black bag onto the bed next to her. Her vision faded as she looked at the pile of plastic cases. She didn't care what they were, but the gesture was enough for her. She realized that she'd never be alone if someone was thinking about her. If someone loved her as much as she loved them.

"Maybe later we can watch a movie or play a game… right now I think I just need some time to myself."