Wow---I was sure that with this title, the chapter would have to be angst. But no, I managed to make fluff with it. Neat.
Oh, and also---Happy birthday to me,/Happy birthday to me,/Happy birthday dear JoeMerl/Happy birthday to me!/And many mooore!
Episode 67---Doomed
No boy was ever interested in Sadie for very long.
She didn't know why, but boys usually weren't interested in her much at all, in fact. She supposed that it was because she was not, she knew, exactly supermodel material; she was short and plump and pale, and as much as Katie would always happily squeal about how beautiful she was Sadie knew that most guys just weren't into that sort of thing.
And when she did find someone who liked her, or get a boyfriend, or something…they never lasted more than a couple of dates. She didn't know why. Granted, anyone other than herself or Katie could list several reasons: her squealing girliness, her clumsiness, her relationship with Katie that frankly would make anyone else feel like a third wheel…it all worked together to make being around her just kind of awkward.
So, Sadie kind of assumed that Cody wouldn't be any different. It had been strange enough that he liked her at all---I mean, really, wasn't he supposed to be into the tall, dark and kind of creepy types?---and when they dated for a while, she began, on some semi-conscious level, to already expect that he would be out of her life soon.
But he kept calling, every time he said he would, even through the burden of the long-distance rates. Hmm. Maybe not actually seeing each other made things work better? And when he got his license and could drive to her town, he kept coming every few weeks, on schedule, never saying he had to miss a trip just to blow her off.
As time went by, and they grew closer and closer, she started to realize that things were going well. Really, really well. It actually scared her a bit, at first. But soon, the joy of it overwhelmed her fear.
Maybe she wasn't quite so doomed after all.