Times Like These (Smosh FanFic)

[Chapter 1] Get Over It

-Anthony's POV-

I was sitting on the couch, staring at the black television screen. Ian came out of the bedroom hallway, "Hey, you want to do Mailtime with Smosh? While you were gone, it piled up like crazy," He plopped down beside me and stared me down until I gave him an answer.

I slowly glanced over at him and heaved a sigh, "I'm not in the mood..."

He rolled his eyes, "Come on, man. Going to that place was supposed to help you!"

I looked back at the TV and frowned, "It did. But they took me away from the one person who meant most to me."

"Me?" He pointed to himself.

"No, you idiot!" I snapped back at him, "Her name was Cody...and..."

"Her?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Why's her name 'Cody'? Isn't that a guy's name?"

"It's one of those stupid unisex names. And she's called Cody because that's what her parents wanted her name to be. Don't be stupid."

He shook his head, "Look, she was messed up in the head anyways. Didn't you say she saw things? And she would scream at random times?"

I stood up in disgust, "You don't understand! She needs help and that place doesn't do shit! I was the only person she really could trust there!"

"Then why don't you go back and get her if she means that much to you?"

"It doesn't work like that!"

"Dude, calm down!" He jumped to his feet and put his hands out in defense, "I'm just saying, if this girl means that much to you, then why don't you go and get her? Or do something to show her that you still care?"

I plopped back down on the couch and covered my face with my hands, "I can't. I can't bare to see her now that I'm better. I felt bad leaving her. And I still do feel bad."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Then stop feeling bad and get over her. You have a life, Anthony. And that Institution was something to get you right back on track. SO GET OVER IT."

I slowly dropped my hands to my lap just to see Ian stomp away, into the garage, "WE'RE DOING MAILTIME WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!" He shouted, storming back in and slamming the box down on the floor, glaring at me. I stared at him, I've never seen him this upset.

"O-okay," I said, sliding down onto the floor, "I'll do Mailtime."

He sat down on the floor and pulled out the camera, "Be normal, okay? Be the Anthony that the fans know...not this angry, mean Anthony," He told me before he pressed the record button. I gulped, picking up a different envelope.

-Cody's POV-

November 12th:

It's been...I don't know...I'll say a month since I've seen him. His name was Anthony. We met at Brookside Mental Institution. He had anger issues and I saw things, particularly events that happened in the past. The very very bad past which I wish I could forget. He taught me not to be scared, and I seemed to calm him down. But then he was released, and, well, I wasn't. I'm lost without him and I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I hope things work out and I'll get to see him again...or I don't know if I could go on much longer.

-Cody Holt

I finished writing my journal entry for the day. I folded it up and handed it to my psychologist, Mrs. Kelly. She took it with a smile and put in the folder with all of my other entries.

I was about to walk out when she stopped me and said, "Hand over the pen, Cody."

I rolled my eyes and placed the pen in her hand.

"Thank you," She dropped the pen into the cup and escorted me to the lunchroom.

I walked through the lunch line, picking up a rust-colored tray and getting in the lunch line that was already long because I was running late.

I walked up to where we get the main course and set my tray on the counter. The lunch lady, who has been here the entire time I've been here (which is what...seven years almost?) and is actually nice to me, smiled, "How are you doing today, Cody?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I've been better."

She smiled, "That's good to hear. Hey, I've got something for you." Along with the nasty shit that she was forced to give me that overflowed its tray dish, she put a good-sized piece of chocolate cake on my tray. I looked up at her, confused and she winked, "Don't tell them you got it from me."

I couldn't help but grin as I made my way down the rest of the line. After punching in my identification code into the computer, I walked up to the nurse at the end of the lunch line. They stood in front of a cart, that was lined with little plastic cups filled with various pills.

"Name?" They asked.

"Cody. Cody Holt." The nurse scanned the tray before picking out a small cup with five large pills in it. She placed it down on my tray and gave me a smirk. I rolled my eyes and walked away. As I passed the garbage bin on the way to my table where I usually sat alone, I dumped the medications. They didn't do anything for me, so why should I take them?

I slid into my seat and sighed, pushing my tray away and unwrapping the plastic that covered my piece of cake. I picked up my black, plastic fork and went to take a bite of my cake, but the phone on the farthest wall of the cafeteria rang.

Everyone went silent. Usually when there was a call, someone was getting a visitor. And we all hope it would be us. The supervisor picked up the phone, exchanged a few phrases, and then hung the phone back up. She scanned the room before calling out, "Cody? Cody Holt? You have a visitor."

My eyes widened as I dropped my fork onto the floor. No one's ever visited me the entire time I've been here, "Who?" I inquired, all of the eyes finding me and staring me down.

She smiled as I was picked up by two burly men who bound my hands behind my back for safety purposes, "You'll see."

Author's Note: Okay, I've been posting new books like crazy. But I just have a lot of ideas. I hope you liked this first chapter and please give me your feedback =) It really does help. Thanks for reading! -rac06h10ael