《Guitar Cry: A Cody Simpson Love Story》Guitar Cry: Chapter (18)
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Hello lovelies! I decided to shake things up a bit and let you guys see everything from Cody's perspective.
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Cody's P.O.V:
I miss her.
I miss every single feature, detail and unblemished flaw about her.
I can't get her out of my mind.
Without her, I haven't been able to focus in the studio, write or record one single song. She was my inspiration for every love song I've ever written, and without her melody, I was stuck in a tuneless world.
With her, I felt heartless as if I was using her for my own selfish desires. I loved every moment I've spent with her, but I felt as if I was putting her in danger. Her safety, happiness and well-being was all that I cared about. I ended our relationship for her own sake.
Without me, she was safe.
Without me, she was happy and full of content.
Right?
Yet, why did I feel guilty and convicted every living moment that I was awake?
I needed somebody to tell me that the decision that I made wasn't wrong. I need self-reassurance just to make sure that in the end, it was all for the best. I couldn't hold all of what I was feeling in anymore longer. I had to talk to somebody about it before I exploded.
And I knew exactly who that person was.
I removed my purple and gray Beats studio headphones which were a gift from Justin Bieber for my fifteenth birthday. "Can we take five?" I asked, looking up to meet Scooter's drowsy eyes.
"We haven't been making progress all day," he sighed, "I don't see how five minutes are going to kill us."
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I bit my lower lip in guilt as I stood up from the chair I was sitting in and exited the recording studio. I walked down the narrow hallway and opened the first door on my left. I found Alli lying down on the lounge chair with an elated expression on her face. She was definitely texting Christian.
Even though my romantic-life hasn't been going very smooth lately, I'll have to admit that I'm happy for my baby sister and Christian. They weren't exactly dating yet, but with the way those two love birds were headed, it was an absolute foresee in the future.
"Can I talk to you?" I murmured, knocking lightly on the wall for her to be aware of my presence.
Alli sat up properly on the lounge couch and patted the seat beside her welcomingly. "Sure thing, big bro." She said. "What about?"
Yup, she was definitely talking to Christian. After I broke up with Santana, Alli has treated me bitterly. I didn't blame her, though. I deserved it for being a jerk to Santana, and deserved a lot worst. "Santana."
I sat down hesitantly beside Alli, scared of what her reaction may be.
"Before you start. . ." Her voice trailed off as she slapped me across the face and her left foot came into contact with mine. I cried out in pain as I fell backward, hitting my head on the metal armrest, resulting in more pain.
This was karma's way of payback.
I stumbled forward, shaking the hair that had fallen onto my forehead out of the way. "I deserved that," I mumbled in agreement.
"I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Alli faked an innocent tone. "Maybe this pillow will soften things up." I was being hit numerous times with a pillow that my grandmother made for Alli and I when we were younger. It was an older pillow, so it was prickly and it felt as if you were getting scratched by needles. "I knew this pillow wasn't just ugly and would be useful some day," Alli blatantly stated.
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I managed to grab the pillow and throw it across the room. "Are you done hurting me?"
"No, because you haven't even felt an equivilant amount of pain like Santa has," she muttered, crossing her arms in annoyance. Then she rolled her eyes and said, "and you probably won't, no matter how many times I hit you, so yes -- I'm done."
I took a deep breath. "What do you mean?"
"Are you blind?" Alli half-yelled, knowing to keep an indoor voice so nobody would come in complaining. "Do you honestly not realize how much you've hurt her?"
"But," I started in defense, "I read that text she sent you. She doesn't seem hurt."
Alli sighed. "I really thought you knew her better than that, Cody. Can't you see through those lies? She's hurting inside. And it's all because of you and your jerk-face self."
No wonder I've been second-guessing myself lately. I exhaled the deep breath I was holding in. "I know. Which is why I want to make things right, and I need your help."
"Why? So you can just hurt her again?" She snapped.
I couldn't help as tears slid down my face uncontrollably now. It was something I was use to by now. It was all I ever did when I got back to the bus, the hotel rooms, my house; basically whenever I was alone. "No. So that I can have her back in my life again. I need her. Please, Alli, I never ask anything from you. I--I--I know I messed up, and I want to make things right again as long as you're willing."
There was a long silence full of tension before Alli spoke up. "Fine. But I'm not saying Santana will be as willing as me." She scooted closer toward me as she pulled out her iPhone. "Pretend to be me." I didn't say anything when a new notification popped up with Santana's name on it.
I continued from where there conversation had left on.
Me: so, anything new? :D
Santa
Me: spill :D
Don't ask.
Santa
What? If Santana was leaving, how could my plan possibly form into action?
Me: that's soo exciting, gurl! when do you leave?
Santa
Me: well, i can't let you leave without seeing me! i can't go one month without you D:
What are you getting yourself into, Cody? Well - two months was far too long. Another month could possibly kill me.
Santa: you would fly out to florida just for one day? :O
Me: if i have to! anything for my gurl
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"Hey Alli, have you seen your bro-- Cody, there you are man. Where have you been?" Scooter asked.
I handed Alli back her phone. "I'm sorry, man. I'll be back in the recording studio in a minute."
"Sure thing, buddy." Scooter nodded his head understandingly.
Before he closed the door on his way out, I quickly called out to him, "Hey, Scooter!"
"Yeah, Cody?" He asked, turning around.
I smirked. "How fast do you think you can get me a plane to Florida?"
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A/N: C-c-CLIFFHANGER! Aren't I just the best? ;D Yay!
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