I Always Want What I Cant Have: A Cody Simpson Love Story

What a perfect day it was. The sun was out, I was with my friends, riding home from Venice beach in the warm Los Angeles air.

There were four of us. Maci- my friend since pre-school when we both got sent to the Table of Shame. I, for putting sand in Billy Mastif's hair, her, for giving the same unfortunate boy a little hair cut. Then, there was Noah. My boyfriend. He was the MVP of the school's basketball team, and he meant the world to me. Lastly, and definitely least, Lacey. The obnoxious, self centered dimwit I was forced to hang out with because she was Maci's step sister.

As we were speeding down the 405, I cranked up the radio and jammed to Best Love Song. Being in a convertible, it basically made me viewable to all the cars around me on this trafficed Los Angeles freeway. I looked to my left, and saw a kid about my age laughing at my performance and pointing to me then glancing back at whoever was driving.

Awkwardly, I muttered, "Hey let's go to Pinkberry and get some froyo!" I wanted to get as far away from possible from the people who saw my epic fail at dancing.

"Sure!" Maci said and turned on to the street where Pinkberry was at. (* for those of you who don't live in LA or have never been there, Pinkberry is like the yogurt shop of the stars, haha)

We got to Pinkberry and I got my usual. Tart with chocolate chips and kiwi. I took the tab on this one, yes, I even bought Lacey's. We decided to sit and eat our yogurt there, when a blonde kid wearing sunglasses walked in with a posse of two guys heavily wearing black who stayed close at his feet.

"I believe we are in the presence of the President," I said jokingly to my friends. It was one of those horridly awkward moments when the music is playing really loudly and so you speak up but it stops right as you speak so it comes out much louder then you had wished.

The two men in black just kinda glared at me but the kid turned around and was about to say something when his face kind of lit up, like if it was a cartoon a lightbulb would be over his head.

"I believe," he said loudly for everyone in the shop to hear, "we are in the presence of a street performer!" I detected a British- no, Australian accent.

I was confused and about to just shake it off, when I realized, it was the kid pointing at me in the car. Wow. He had some nerve to put me on the spot like that.

"So I can't dance and sing in the car without being publicly humiliated by- you. Who are you, I mean who do you think you are?" I asked snottily.

"Im Cody Simpson, pleased to meet ya. And I need these people aroun me so that I don't get mauled. " He said, matter-of-factly.

Cody. Simpson. I was a HUGE fan of his, how did I not realize it was him.

"Well I'm glad to meet you Mr.Simpson, because you just saved me about $15 on your next album. Up until today I was a fan, but after our little meet & greet, I'm not going to feed the wealth ofanother self obsessed star''

With that, Cody just turned around. He looked kid of hurt- like he was ashamed. He just went on buying his yogurt, and I made sure my back was to him every second of the way. Noah and Maci told me to blow it off, that he probably does that on a daily basis. Just as I heard them leaving...

"Can I, uh, talk to you?" a voice, obviously his spoke. He was probably talking to some one else. "Ahem" 

I turned around, he was looking straight at me.

I followed him just outside the shop. "Look," he began. "I'm sorry. I'm really not a bad guy," he softly spoke.

I wasn't about to let this jerk treat a fan the way he did an just get off Scott free. "Really? I dunno that was pretty bad in there!"

" I know, I know'" he said, "but I really don't know what got in to me. How can I show you I'm not a jerk?" He said genuinely.

"Know what?" I said, "Just forget about it, and I will too. Mmk? Nice to meet ya." I said and began to walk away. But, not before I felt a Hand on my shoulder.

"Here," he said, an grabbed three tickets out of his pocket. "Backstage passes to my next concert. "

"Giving free things doesn't necessarily mean you're a good person," I began.

"I know, but, maybe we could get to know each other there? I- I uh mean like, you could see that I'm not a, uh,"

"Jerk?" I finished.

"Yes," he confirmed, and did I ever see him blush. "By the way, what's your name?"

"I'm Kyra," I explained.

"Okay, well, I really hope to see ya there, Kyra." he said with a smile. 

"Maybe you will," I said mysteriously and walked off. But before I got to our table I had to cool down. This all had happened so fast. Was Cody Simpson hitting on me? Definitely,no. Yes. He had to be.

I decided to leave that out when I told my friends about our little conversation, for Noah's sake. All I could think about was seeing Cody again.