Hey guys, what's up? So I've got stuff to do but I wanted to post this chapter real quick. I wrote this note after I typed the story, and I don't really have anything to say…SO yeah. Review! Oh ya, and if you watch Victorious go take StrawberryAngel143's poll. I'm in Balloonkiller's favorites, so it won't take too much effort to fine me.
Cody wouldn't get out of bed, no matter how many times Brianna tried to coax him. She had even tried to pull him out of bed with Kamille, but they hadn't been strong enough. Greyson could've helped, but he was in mourning for Cody and moping around just as much.
"Cody," she cooed, as he buried his face in her neck for what felt like the millionth time. It usually was followed by tears, and she hated watching him cry. "Don't, baby…"
His tears dotted her neck and she felt him sink into her. She struggled to wrap her arms all the way around him and then hold him, but he wasn't supporting any of his own weight and he was bigger than her.
"Please stop," Brianna said weakly. She gently pushed him off her and he sank back against the pillow. She climbed on top of him, and tilted his chin up so he was forced to look into her eyes.
His were empty, and hers were full of concern.
"Cody, listen to me," Brianna started. "What good is it moping around? Your house burned down, so what? Alli, Tom and your parents are all okay. You have plenty of money in the bank and your favorite guitar made it. You shouldn't be sad, you should feel lucky. Now kiss me and get over it."
He looked back down, and Brianna wilted. She had failed, and there was nothing else to try. But then Cody looked back up, leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.
They kissed for a moment, before Brianna pulled away, her lightly freckled nose wrinkled.
"Dude, when's the last time you brushed your teeth?"
"Thank you," he whispered, the first words he'd said in a long time. He ignored her comment. "You're right, I'm going to be okay. But…"
"But what?" She asked, grabbing her purse and pulling out a container of Tic Tacs. "Open."
He complied, and she poured four or five mints in. He continued the conversation.
"Okay, don't freak out," he said.
"Cody, what?"
"Well, I need a new house, obviously. And…And my family needs to go back to Australia while it's being built."
"You're leaving?" Brianna asked, her eyes widening. "You're going back to Australia? For how long?"
Cody avoided her eyes.
"It takes a while to build a house…"
"How long?"
"Six or seven months."
Brianna stood up instantly, and stared at Cody. Her eyes filled with tears, and she choked back a sob before tearing out of the room and into Greyson's, which was mercifully empty.
She slammed the door and collapsed onto his bed, sobbing.
•OoO•
"Truth or Dare?
"Dare."
"I dare you to take set your pants on fire."
Kamille and Greyson were playing truth or dare and Kamille's dares were very…interesting.
"Again?" Greyson moaned, as Kamille laughed manically. Suddenly, they heard a door slam from upstairs and looked at each other.
"What was that?" Greyson asked.
They both ran up the stairs and peeked saw that Greyson's door was closed. Cody was standing outside of it, banging on it.
"C'mon, Brie, let me in," he called. "We need to talk."
"Go away," they heard Brianna yell from inside.
"Cody's up!" Greyson gave him a quick boy hug, and then looked back at the door. "Is Brianna in there?"
"No, Greyson, he's just knocking on it and calling Brianna because he has nothing else better to do."
"You do that too?" Greyson asked Cody, his childish brown eyes wide. Cody ignored Greyson's awkwardness and continued to knock.
"Brianna! Open the door! I know you're upset, but I need you right now."
Greyson looked at Kamille, panic in his eyes.
"What is it Grey?" She asked.
"Brianna's upset…And in my room. My piano's in there!"
"So what?" Kamille asked, picking at her nails.
"So she's going to go berserk and destroy in! Remember what happened last time?"
"I doubt Brianna could destroy a six hundred pound grand piano single handedly. It took her, like, eighteen swings with the baseball bat just to dent your bedpost."
"But Kamille!"
"Ugh, fine!" She pushed Cody aside, and banged on the door.
"Brianna, open the door or I'll kill Llama boy!"
She turned to Cody, smirking.
"I don't care!" Brianna called, her voice shaky. "Go ahead!"
Kamille shrugged, then cracked her knuckles.
"Brianna, please, open the door!" Cody called, fear evident on his face and in his voice. "I'm too young to die!"
Finally, the door cracked open and one of Brianna's teary eyes peeked out. Cody pushed through, and then closed the door once more.
"Well, I guess I'm going to go look for the snake," Kamille said, clapping her hands together. "He's gotta be hungry by now."
"Snake?" Greyson asked, widening his eyes. "What snake? Kamille!" He followed her down the stairs.
Behind the locked door of Greyson's room, Brianna was yelling at Cody.
"You're just leaving me, Cody! You're leaving me here so you can go back to Australia with all your ex-girlfriends and all those other Australian girls you haven't gone out with yet!"
"What choice do I have?" Cody asked, blocking his ears like a child at a scary movie. He hated it when she yelled at him.
"I don't know," she wept. "I don't know, but I don't want you to-to leave. Cody, I love you."
His eyes softened.
"I love you too."
He walked over to her and lifted her sobbing body off the bed, and into his arms. He held her close and stroked her hair, shushing her softly until she calmed down.
"Brianna, I'm so sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry."
•OoO•
Later that night, Brianna was all alone. Cody had left, to go back to Australia and Kamille and Greyson were at the movies. They had invited her to go along, but she couldn't move.
She couldn't speak, or think clearly either. She just sat staring transfixed at the door Cody had disappeared through four hours earlier. He had gone.
He left her, all alone…
The door flew open and Greyson and Kamille walked in, arguing about a snake for some reason.
Greyson's eyes drifted to Brianna, sitting on the floor. She hadn't moved since they left earlier.
"Hey Brie," he said, cautiously. He and Kamille walked over to her and Kamille slapped her in the face a few times, trying to get her to recover from shock.
She slapped her again.
And again.
And again, until Greyson stopped her. She had been enjoying it too much.
"Brianna, don't be sad," Greyson crouched down and put his arm around her. Kamille sighed, and then did the same.
"Can she hear me?" Greyson looked unsurely at his girlfriend, who shrugged.
"I know how to get her attention…Hey Brianna, Kylie Jenner and Bella Thorne got into a fist fight with Hailee Steinfield, and now all three of them are in intensive care and might not make it."
Brianna blinked, and then smiled.
"Really?"
"You wish," Kamille said, and Brianna slumped back further against the wall.
"Everything's going to be okay," Greyson said, pulling her into a three way hug with Kamille. "Seriously, Brie. You still have us."
"And I'm sure that if you really wanted me to, I could sneak into Kylie's or Bella's or Hailee's house and let Johnson do his business."
"Who's Johnson?" Greyson and Kamille asked at the same time.
"The snake."
"That means you found him!" Greyson said, excitedly.
"Sure…Let's go with that…"
Brianna laughed a little.
"Thanks guys," she said, wiggling out of their hug. "But I don't think that'll help. I just wish…I wish Cody cared enough about me to stay."
Suddenly they heard footsteps outside the door, and they all shared panic stricken looks.
"Who's that?" Brianna asked, and the other two shrugged.
The doorknob turned, and Greyson stood up, shielding both girls from view of the door as if to protect them.
The door creaked open slowly, and Brianna clenched Kamille's hand. Then it opened fully and he was there.
"Cody," Brianna said weakly. "You stayed."