cody herbinko ; imagines

marvins room // drake.

C O D Y     (click for audio ^^)

i took another shot, throwing my head back while chugging the alcohol down. i could feel my face twist up, and i knew i shouldn't be drinking but everything ached. i pulled out a chair and sat at the counter, placing my head down. running my hands through my brown locks, i let out a heavy sigh. everything had been a hazy vision, and i wasn't in the right state of mind. 

pulling my phone from my pocket, i scrolled through my contacts. i could call any girl i wanted, but one name specifically caught my attention. she had a new guy, who could make her happy. if i wasn't drinking i would've easily skipped over her name. but i was drinking and i wasn't thinking clearly. so, without hesitation, my finger clicked her name and i waited for sound of her voice.  

"hello?" a familiar voice spoke, making my insides turn. it had been a few months since I've spoken to her. just hearing her soft voice caused me to go back to when i could call her mine. i remember her smile and the way her cheeks turned bright red whenever i complimented her. or the way her skin felt against mine, and god, the way she looked under me. her voice was so hypnotic and her body was an illusion that i was completely tangled in. the way she left her scent behind after she left, leaving me to fall asleep to the smell of lilacs and strawberries. 

"hello?" she spoke again, waking me from my thoughts. 

"hey," i started, "where are you?" i tried hard not to slur my words, making it clear i was wasted. 

"are you drunk, right now?" she wondered, her voice sounding sleepy. i remember her sleepy voice, i always thought it was adorable. or when she woke up and her words were mumbles. 

"how's your new man?" i muttered, irritated that he could touch her in ways i couldn't. or how he could call her, his and he could hold her when she was upset or needed a good hug. it angered me, knowing another man could do things to her that i could no longer do.

"he's really good, cody why are-"

"do you ever think about us?" i blurted out, "because i do, all the time." my voice had gone into a whisper, making me sound more than vulnerable. just hearing her voice made me want her in ways i hadn't ever wanted anyone before. 

"cody. . ." her voice trailed off, almost as if her finger was ghosting over the end button. "i'm happy now." she sighed, and i could see the frown on her lips even if she wasn't visible. i can imagine her running her hands through her silky y/h/c hair. 

"fuck your new man that you think you love," i snapped, feeling myself become angrier and my heart rate picking up. my knuckles turned white and my chest ached more than it should. "fuck him, you know you still think about us." 

"stop, cody." 

"the way i used to touch you, and the way i used to make you smile, or even the times i got you laughing so hard you were gasping for any air you could catch." her breathing took an abrupt pause, making me smirk. 

"cody." she stated, signalling for me to stop myself. but i simply couldn't. 

"so answer this," i began, hearing her sigh in response, "if you're happy and you fucking love your man so much, why isn't he around?" 

her breathing took a pause as i heard muffled moving behind the speaker, taking it as she had sat down. "he's around," she mumbled, bringing her voice to a low. i let out a laugh of disbelief as she had seemed to forgotten that i knew when she was lying. 

"if he was around, you wouldn't have answered the phone, y/n." my breathing and heart slowed, as i got up to fill another cup with more alcohol. taking a sip, i noticed y/n hadn't responded yet. so i took the chance to speak, "you could do better," i breathed, still hearing silence. 

"tell me, baby girl, have you heard that lately?" i asked, sitting back down. 

"no," her voice had weakened, and i knew it was because she knew i was right. she may have been happy, but that doesn't mean her man was happy. sure, he was good. but was he good like me? could he make her scream his name like i could? could he make her face hurt from smiling so much? could he give her kisses that made her beg for more? could he make her fall into an euphoric state with just a simple touch? could he make her heart rate quicken with one word?  

"y/n, can i tell you something?" i questioned, hearing her let out another breath. 

"sure," she spoke, making the vulnerability clear within her voice with each word spoken. 

"i threw a party, and when they left, i still drank." 

"so i see you're still in your old habits?" she let out a light laugh, calming my nerves, it wasn't much but it was something. i hadn't heard her laugh in ages and right now, that's what i needed to hear. 

"are you up for listening to the rest?" i wasn't sober, but i needed her and her voice. it was the only normality i was hopelessly clinging onto. but i also didn't want to put my weight onto her fragile frame. 

"yeah, i guess." her voice was stringed with hurt and confusion. it was clear, as she was wearing her heart on her sleeve. 

"i've been with too many girls, buying them everything. yet, they don't seem to change. and i'm so fucking ashamed, you know?" i brought my hand to my hair again, pulling at the ends. soon after rubbing my eyes roughly, everything becoming a huge blur. i only heard her hum in response, signalling me to continue.

"i bet you know them, but i won't name names. anyways, things aren't the same and i need you. but you're to caught up with your new guy." 

"cod-"

"stop, y/n. let me talk." i snapped, as she gave a small 'ok'

"all i need is you, and hearing you voice only makes me realize how much i miss you. i'm just glad you answered and you stayed on. so, thank you." 

"of course," she replied, "cody?"

"yeah?" all of my attention was averted to the phone, as it was her turn to ask questions or even speak. anything to hear her speak another sentence. 

"i miss you." 

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this imagine is inspired by the song marvins room by drake, so its not exact and I did add some things.

thank you for reading xx