All I want// c.l.h.

Coming out of the dark

The truth hurts more than your deepest fears eating away at you

As the car starts and he puts it in drive I can tell he's nervous, his hand is white from grasping the stick so hard and the tapping of his foot and the biting of his lip is increasing. Cody has this thing, he's angelic, he's beautiful, he's a mystery in his own, like a work of art beautify painted with delicate strokes, done with the most expensive paint by the most talented artist and with the most time. But just like art he has his flaws. He's horrible at lying. Cody gets nervous very easy, he can't control him self when this feeling washes over. I look at him intense waiting for a reply trying to get and answer with out prying because when he's nervous he's irrational. And I don't need a sassy reply. As he speeds down the street I sigh sit back and go through my thoughts.

I think: maybe they were just people who were friends with him. Maybe he's not just "complicated" with one girl, oh god I hope I'm wrong. Maybe they were family friends or people he hasn't seen in a long time. Maybe I'm having it out with someone famous. I can totally see him being famous, God he would murder it.

So I decide to do what I do best when I want answers...I stalk. Yes it's sad and creepy and he's sitting right across from me but fuck it. So I get out my phone pull up Twitter and type away. After about 20 min into typing his name all different ways backwards, with things he likes, crazy rhyming I decide I'm gonna give up. Until it hits me, I will look up some of his friends and go through there followers. Then I find it, I don't wanna see the look on my face but I know it was probably somewhere between mad and excited.

Cody POV:

I get in the car carefully closing the door praying to god she doesn't bring up the recent incident. Then she asks.. I don't know how to reply and I panic quickly turning the car on and putting it in drive pulling out and onto the highway. I can't help myself from getting that feeling, this feeling the only way I know how to describe is like when your with your parents and they say "we need to talk" your stomach drops you immediately think of every bad thing you did since the day you were born and seconds guess every decision you have ever made. During this feeling I grip the steering wheel so hard my hands hurt when I take them off , my foot can't control its self and I'm about to have a panic attack.

I look over at Bec to see how mad she is, to assess how my response will be. She looks disappointed, she's staring at her phone looking broken, I assume the worst, that she has found out about me, God all those things I tweet they are dirty and sexual and daddy that's all I can think is daddy. It's like my mom is going through my phone. Then again it's Bec I want her to see them bc when writing all those things they are mostly about her. As I think it through if she does know I don't wanna tell anyone, she's my little secret a getaway, I don't want anyone braking my fragile little glass sculpture of a beautiful angle that is called Bec.

I pull up into my drive way and turn the car off waiting for a answer....

Bec POV:

The car stops and I swear to god so does my heart. "When we're you gonna tell me." I ask. "I hadn't really thought that far." He replied sheepishly. "I wanted you to like me for being Cody not some dude on Twitter who has a lot of followers." "Well Cody or murdereyes or how ever the fuck you call it you should have maybe mentioned it." I reply harshly. You can see him wince at the tone. "Fuck how was I supposed to tell you, hi I'm Cody I twitter famous I have brown hair I'm 16 I like to dance and I have a dog named tank and my moms name is.. Shit this isn't a tinder profile you want me to introduce myself." He says. I stay silent looking away. "Fine, my name is Cody Herbinko, I'm not gay even though people think I am. I have a dog and a chamomile, yes I am socially awkward but get to know me yeah, I love one direction a shit tone, girls always fuck me over, all I want is a girl that can paint my nails and also call me daddy."

"You suck, you know that" I say looking at him. "Yes I am aware of my current suckyness." "Now please don't be mad I am sorry and My mom made waffles for dinner so please stay."