Swan Song (A Cody Carson Fanfiction)(Completed)

Swan Song - Chapter 10

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It's been a week since I last ran into Cody or any of his band mates. They've stopped coming to my shop and it just feels so empty without them. No Zach to make stupid jokes, no Dan to bright the room when he smiles, and no Austin laughs to give me the giggles. I still get a decent amount of customers; actually, it's been better but it feels so weird. I don't know why I feel this way; I should be happy, well happier than I was anyway. Cody was a douche for what he did and he haunted my every movement, so why am I like this? Do I miss him? Do I not hate him? Why are feelings so confusing?

I mean, I obviously hate him right? There's no way I like him, I get so scared and weird around him. Even if I were to like him, he wouldn't think twice about turning me down. I said I hated, splashed a drink in his face and then again proceeded to say that I hated him. Who would like me then? No one in their right mind that's for sure.

Why am I even thinking that? The thought of me liking him or him liking me should never cross my mind. Not after all that's happened.  I don't like him, and he certainly doesn't like me, well anymore. Not that he liked me before it's just that before he wanted to patch things over.

"I want to rekindle what we had cause I really like you, both then and now."

He didn't mean it in that way; he meant it in a friendly way. He really liked me then as a friend and before everything happened he still liked me as a friend now. That's the case, right? If he liked me back then that would have been weird and illegal because of our age difference. I mean, I liked him back then but it was a silly crush. It was just a freshman falling for a senior kind of crush. It meant nothing. He was like a brother to me back then so it'd just be weird.

He hates me and I hate him, end of story.

No, it's not. There's more to this.

Then there's the problem of the envelope, which of course I haven't even opened it yet. It's still sitting on my counter, unread by me, the person who it was meant for. It's not that I haven't had time; I've had plenty of opportunities to look in it. I just have been too afraid.

What's the harm in opening it? Worse comes to worse and it's a letter from Cody about his feelings and I'd have to talk to him. Scratch that, worse comes to worse and its tickets to a show, either way, whether its tickets or a letter it's just bad.

You know what; I'm going to open it. I'm so over being afraid all the time and it's time to be like Cali and just so fuck it.

I get up off my bed in a huff and make my way to the living room. I made today my day off so I'm just chilling in sweats, a tank, and a messy bun.

I let out a sigh and grab the envelope; hands surprisingly steady as I grab the pieces of paper inside. Three pieces to be exact.

My eyes grow at the site of the two small ones, setting down the envelope and the folded paper back on the counter. Looks like worse did come to worse. I have two tickets and VIPs for their concert, in exactly one week from today. You've got to be joking with me.

Frantically, I put the tickets down and pick up the other paper that was inside and read it, pushing up my glasses to focus the words.

'Hey Alice, I'm having Austin give this to you because I bet I'm the last person you want to see. Here in this envelope are two tickets and VIP passes for you and your friend for our show. I'm doing this because well, we haven't seen each other in a while; a long while and I want this to be a way to meet up again and make plans and get to know each other again. What you said at the party, I don't believe. I don't think you meant it, I think you said it in the heat of the moment. I hope you didn't mean it, because that'd be real awkward if you did and you come to my show. Plus, we promised we wouldn't hate each other, remember? Well, anyway, I'm rambling too much so I'll just leave you to decide. Just, think about it.