tinseltown • cih

chapter 11

1984

recovery has been.. slow. i definitely felt like I needed my space.. that being me keeping my distance from my mother, my father, joyce, her daughter.. and especially my own best friend.

corey cared about me, and knew that now is the best time for me to be by myself. he called the house almost every day and asked if I was doing well. my mother kindly told him that I was doing better, and that I would make an effort to see him.

that hasn't been working out so well. it's not that I'm ignoring him, it's just that i get a little embarrassed thinking about the day it happened, and how he saw it all. i'm surprised he got over it so quickly.

anyway besides not seeing corey, i had been living my life pretty normally. making this movie has been going by smooth lately. and i am so excited to see what'll become of it in the end.

since the little incident at the beach, it's been about 6 days. i know that sounds much, but it's actually been going by quite fast.

"cope? hun, corey's here to see you." my father knocked on my door. today was one of those days where ,i was in a "mood" and that mood was not pleasant. i felt ,annoyed, tired.. anything you could think of other than the word, "good".

i rolled my eyes thinking, doesn't he know to leave me alone?

he stepped in hesitantly, as if he read my mind and knew how i was feeling.

"hey cope." he slightly waved.

"hi."

he sat on my bed and then there was silence.

"what are you doing here?" i asked calmly.

"i just thought.. well i mean, i guess i kinda missed ya. wanted to see ya.."

"well, i'm sorry you had to come all this way." his face turned a little sad.

"i brought you this." he held out a small brown teddy bear with big eyes and a blue bow around its neck. on the back of the bow, it read 'c.h.'

i couldn't tell if he intended them to be my initials or his. i didn't think it mattered though.

oh well.

i grabbed it and put it next to me on my bed.

"thanks." i mumbled.

"look, copeland. i don't know what happened that day, and i'm really sorry that it happened.. but if you would just talk to me.."

"corey, maybe i don't want to talk about it. thank you for the bear, alright? just please.. please leave me alone." i turned around on my side, putting my pillow over the side of my face.

"no! you always do that! you don't get to do that! i can't stand you keeping secrets from me.. i tell you everything!"

"i'm sorry! okay? just go away corey!" i sat up and threw my pillow at him.

he didn't say anything. he just had a look of hurt written on his face.

that's when he made his way to my door before he turned around back to me.