Keeping Claire

Chapter Eight

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                Chapter Eight

Cody’s POV-

                I was about to burst. I can’t believe she had been through all that. All throughout the movie, I watched her intently. I think she noticed but just didn’t say anything. I wanted to be everything for her, I was going to make up for all that crap. She will never be lonely again. Ever.

                “Hey Cody.” She said as I was putting the movie back in its place.

                “Yes?” I asked, loving the way she said my name.

                “How did I get into these clothes?” She asked, sounding confused.

                I laughed nervously. “Well, I kinda, sorta changed you out of those other clothes.” I turned around to see what her reaction would be.

                She blushed fifty shades of red. “Oh.”

                “I’m sorry.” I said getting up.

                She smiled slightly. “It’s okay. I mean, I just poured out my whole life’s story to you, so I guess it’s okay at this point.”

                I laughed. “You’re probably right.”

                Then, just like a bunch of weirdos, we started laughing. Her laugh was so musical. It instantly filled the room up.

                I  Stopped suddenly. “Wait a second.”

                Her eyes got big and she instantly looked worried. “What?”

                “I just saw that smile that I’ve been dying to see all night.” I smiled at her while she blushed again.

                “Do you want some dinner?” She asked.

                “Yes, yes I do. But you aren’t going to fix it.” I said. I was probably the biggest flirt in the world. But it was Claire. When it came to her, I didn’t care.

                “Why not?” she asked standing up.

                “Because I’m craving pizza.” I said pulling her into my lap playfully.

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                After a whole box of pizza and endless hours of talking Claire had fallen asleep in my arms while we were watching TV.

                So, I picked her up and carried her off to bed. After laying her down, I went and brushed my teeth using a spare toothbrush I had in my gym bag. When I walked back in her room, she was still fast asleep. I climbed in next to her and put my arm gently over her. She tensed up at first, then she relaxed and her breathing steadied again.

                For the next hour, I thought about what she had said. And I mean all of it. I wonder if she has talked to her dad since. Probably not. But she needs to. That’s an important relationship to have. And what about before her dad was diagnosed?

                I now knew the reason she was depressed. She had no one to lean on when she needed it most. She didn’t have a person to go to or a shoulder to cry on. She just bottled it up and tossed it out to sea. But she tossed her happiness out with it as well.

                I knew she was a good person, you can just see it in her all the time. But sadness and despair tainted her eyes. But in those beautiful Emerald green eyes of hers, I saw a glimmer of what was needed, and that was trust and hope.