Times Like These (Smosh FanFic)

[Chapter 2] Didn't Get To Say Goodbye

-Anthony's POV-

While we were filming the Mailtime, I did my best to keep focused on thanking the senders and cracking jokes with Ian. There were the usually Smosh drawings, like me and Ian as girls, and a bunch of Charlie The Drunk Guinea Pig and Barbershop Pole stuff. But I couldn't stop thinking about Cody. And the whole time I just wanted to just get up and go and see her, but I didn't want to upset Ian.

When we were done, I started putting the opened stuff back in the box.

"Hey, thanks for not getting angry and storming off," Ian remarked, helping me clean up.

I nodded my head, "No problem."

"How was it there?" He asked me. I sat back against the wall and gave him a confused look, "Like, how'd they help you?"

"A lot of therapy," I replied vaguely, not really wanting to remember the experience I had there.

"I'm sorry, Anthony. Okay?" He blurted out, "You were just...scaring me. I did it because you're my friend," He apologized softly, "And I get if it you're mad at me or something but...I did it because I care. I mean, I felt so bad. I mean, I didn't even get to say goodbye to you or anything!"

I just stared at him, unsure of how to respond. Part of me was mad at him, I hated being attacked at Smosh Headquarters with everyone there to see and being shoved into the back of some vehicle to be taken to some mental facility. But then part of me knew what he did was for my own good. I even noticed that lately I was getting upset over the littlest things.

"Hey, uh, why don't I take you to go see her?" He offered.

I laughed, "You're kidding, right?" He gave me a perplexed look. I stood up, "You're serious?" He nodded his head, which made me chuckle, "Dude, one minute you're telling me to get over her and the next you're asking if you want to take me to see her? What the fuck?"

He jumped to his feet, "Look, I feel bad about my outburst before. So I'm trying to be a good friend and make amends! Is that so wrong?"

"No..."

"Okay then, so do you want me to take you or not?" He asked, irritation in his voice. Before I could even respond, he continued, "You know, you say that place helped you. But I don't see much difference at all."

"Hey!" I snapped back at him, "You were the one yelling at me earlier!"

"Well it's because you were being annoying and not wanting to do anything!" He defended himself, "We have Smosh, Anthony! And I can't just sit here and wait for you to get your shit together!"

I clutched my fists in anger. "Well sor-ry!" I yelled at him, "But you..." I caught myself before I threw my fist at his face and sighed, "Thanks for your offer, Ian, but I think I'll go alone." And I stormed passed him and out the door.

-Cody's POV-

As I walked through the hallways towards the visitor area, I couldn't help but have butterflies in my stomach. I was getting a visitor. Visitors in the first place were rare. For anyone. And I, Cody Holt, the girl with no family or friends, was getting a visitor.

The two men standing by my side opened the locked doors and unlocked the shackles they put around my hands.

"Go to telephone six," One of the men told me.

I rubbed my wrists as I made my way over to the little calling area they assigned me to. I passed a son who sat there saying nothing as his mom cried to him on the other side of the glass, and another girl asking her father for some more money to eat well here. I sat down in my seat and looked through the glass separating me and my visitor.

When I realized who it was I smiled the widest I swear I've ever smiled. I picked up the phone and held it up to my ear, "Anthony, you came back."

He smirked, "I couldn't stand being away from you, Cody."

"Hey, fifteen minutes, Cody," The guard reminded me. I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to Anthony.

"How have you been?" He asked, "You look okay, I hope that means you're doing well."

I smiled a little before looking down at my lap. I started playing with the little string that cinched the pale orange jumpsuit that Brookside Mental Facility forced all of their patients to wear around my waist. A tear fell from my eye as I murmured under my breath, "They've gotten worst, Anthony," I admitted to him, "I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything without seeing or thinking about them."

He leaned closer to the window and smiled that smile that made me feel safe every time, "Hey, hey. Calm down. It's going to be okay, Cody. Just remember what I told you."

I bit my lip and shook my head, leaning forward as well. "I feel so lost without you," I told him, slowly looking up at him, "I wish you weren't discharged."

"Hey," He put his hand up to the glass. I used my one free hand to mirror him, "I'll be right there when you get out and we can do what we planned to do, okay?" I grinned slightly, "I promise you, Cody, I'll..."

Just then, the guards picked me up and whisked me away. I dropped the phone and struggled to see Anthony again, but the doors closed behind me and I was locked back in. As I was thrown into my room, or as I liked to call it my prison cell, I couldn't help but think that I didn't even get to say goodbye to him.