Times Like These (Smosh FanFic)

[Chapter 14] I'm Leaving

-Cody's POV-

I drove back to Ian's place, tears streaming down my cheeks. I pulled into the driveway and shut the car off, sitting there for a little. I didn't want to walk inside and see Ian. I was still upset with him, and talking to Anthony barely made it better. In fact, it might've made it worse.

I heaved a sigh and thought to myself, Maybe he won't be here. Maybe you can just walk in, grab your stuff, and leave. I highly doubted that though. And I was right doubting it because he was right in the living room, sitting on the couch, waiting for me to walk through. And when the floor creaked beneath my feet as I took my first step into the house, he jumped to his feet.

"Cody!" He greeted.

"Ian, I don't want to talk to you right now," I mumbled as I walked past him and into Anthony's bedroom.

"Please!" He cried as he followed me, "Let me explain."

I didn't say anything as I pulled out my duffel bag that I brought here the first day I arrived. I opened the drawer I had claimed as my own and pulled out the clothes Ian (well, really Melanie) had bought me, only to throw them into the duffel bag.

"I meant to tell you about Melanie and me earlier, okay?" He remarked as he stood in the doorway, leaning against the threshold, "That's why I wanted to know when you were leaving. Because I didn't want to leave you here. So it would be easier."

"Easier to what?" I snapped at him, stopping mid-trip from the closet where I pulled out the shirts I kept in there, "Easier to move on and forget about me?" I dropped the shirts to the ground and crossed my arms over my chest, "You told me you loved me. You kissed me. And for a second, I thought I loved you too."

"Just because..." He tried to chime in, but I wasn't done talking.

"But who was I kidding? Thinking you actually meant any of it. What normal guy would love a crazy, mental girl like me?"

"Me!" He exclaimed, stepping into the room and grasping my upper arms gently, "Cody, I didn't want this to happen. I want to stay here. With you. In this house. But Melanie...she..." He took a step back and sighed, "She just..."

"I'm leaving, Ian," I told him as I bent down and picked the clothes back up and placed them in the duffel bag. I zipped it up and slung it over my shoulder, "But...I do need someone to drive me there," I half-smiled, "Would you be interested?"

He smirked and answered, "I would love to."

The two of us walked out of the house, his arm wrapped around my back, just as Melanie returned from wherever she went. She frowned at the two of us and Ian dropped his arm to his side. Then she noticed the bag over my shoulder and grinned widely, "Oh my god, you're finally leaving!!!" She squealed in excitement. Ian glared at her and she pouted, "That's such a shame. I'm really going to miss you, Cody." She faked.

I smiled widely and remarked, "I'm really not going to miss you, Melanie."

Her jaw dropped as I walked past her. "Ian!" I heard her cry as Ian followed me out, closing the door behind him. He met up with me and looked down at me.

"That wasn't very nice."

"You don't know what hell she's put me through being here," I told him, glancing up at him. He shook his head and averted his gaze away from me, slipping his hands into his pockets.

-Anthony's POV-

I picked up the small plastic cup of medicine and considered actually taking the pills for once. I was thinking that maybe they could stop the pain that being in this place caused me. But Cody always told me that they're just to make you vulnerable so you'll cooperate with the psychiatrists and guards and other patients.

Someone slid into the seat across from me and slammed their tray down on the table. I looked up and saw it was Brent - one of Cody's friends. He stared at me for the longest time. He and I both had anger issues (as the told us). "What do you want, Brent?" I asked as I set the cup of pills down and picked the plastic spoon up.

"I thought you could use a friend," He murmured under his breath as he dug into the shit on his plate.

"What makes you think I could use a friend?" I inquired, somewhat offended.

He heaved a sigh, "I don't, but..." He pulled a folded up napkin out from under his tray. He slid it over to me and sighed, "I think...I think..." He paused, framing the sentence in his head, "I think we could benefit each other if we became friends," He finished, nodding at the napkin. I opened it and saw there was writing on it. I raised my eyebrow in confusion - how'd he get a writing utensil? 

I looked at the guards who stood by the doors, watching over the lunchroom for any suspicious behavior. They hadn't noticed us. I read over the note on the napkin: I want you to help me leave this place. And I know you can. And if you don't, I will pound you to death.

I glanced up at him, "Brent, this threat isn't very threatening. If anything, you'd be doing me a favor," I growled, slipping the napkin back to him, "And if I do accept to help you, what do I get in return?"

"Dude, you'd..." He leaned over the table and whispered, "You'd be escaping with me. That's what you get in return. Another chance at being away from this damn hell hole."

"Dude, I'm not helping you escape!" I shouted. I clasped my hands over my mouth when I realized how loud that was. His eyes opened wide and he looked to his right, seeing the guards coming over to him.

"You dick!" Brent yelled at me before rising to his feet and running away from the guards. One of the guards pressed a button on their walkie-talkie as they passed by the lunch table and called for reinforcements. Luckily I wasn't pulled into the situation. But what Brent said had gotten to me.

As I lay on the hard bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be out of this place again, if I had taken Brent's offer. I'd be in my own house. Laying on my own comfortable bed. And maybe even be laying there with Cody. And I'd have my old friends back. Ian and I would be making videos once again. And I would be happy again.

I sat straight up and whispered to myself, "That's it, I'm leaving."