They Were Right...(A Good Luck Charlie Fanfic)

Coco

Shoutouts to...basy10, prettygirl2796, kaitlindogs101, morgie1998, stealyourheart94...

Chapter 12: Coco

Gabe POV:

I can't believe what just happened...I just hope Teddy won't say anything to Mom about this; or anyone about this. That's one reason why I'm not calling them AT ALL. I was even a bit scared to tell PJ about the mosquitoes...he's a direct pipeline to Mom now. But, another thing is, I'm not the one to cry anymore. I'm Gabe Duncan, no one's ever seen me cry in a while, until now.

Anyways, Teddy and I just walked back into my cabin... "So, aren't you gonna go kayaking?" I said, awkwardly. "Gabe, I can't go. I mean it'll take me a while to learn and-" she paused. "And, yeah." a dumb response I usually don't hear from her. I sat down on my bed, while she was still standing by the door, staring into space. "Are you gonna leave or..." I said. Instead of replying she walked down the small, isle in the cabin, looking at the place. "Nice cabin ya got." she complimented. I looked at her like she was crazy, but she didn't seem to get the message. "You gonna answer my question?" I asked, annoyed. "What?" she said, stupidly. "Teddy, are you gonna leave?" I said, even more annoyed. She smiled and said, "Well, I at least have to give you company!" she exclaimed. OK, now she's crazy. "I'm fine now, you could leave." I told her.

Teddy POV:

Gabe just told me I could leave...but I didn't want to. The truth is, I'm the one who needs company. What'll I have to do in my cabin? My phone will just bug me. It'll be sitting there on the bed, waiting for me to grab it and check my texts and calls. But I don't want to do that. I don't want to get another text from Beau or Spencer or... I'm still recovering from the whole idea of Beau leaving. First Spencer, now him? Do all my boyfriends have to go? I shouldn't be wishing good luck to Charlie, I should be getting some myself! Charlie...I haven't spoken to her in days. It's what now-Wednesday! The only person in my family who I've spoken to is...PJ. Yet, again, I didn't hear from him since Monday.

I then noticed, Gabe, staring at me like I'm an idiot. I remembered what he said before. I decided to ignore his question once more and jump to something else. I ran my hand through my hair, which I noticed was very untidy and tangly. "Hey, you have a comb?" I asked. "Go check." he replied, resting his head on his pillow. I went to his suitcase, opened it and rummaged through a pile of his clothes, folded, messily. All of a sudden, I felt something furry at the very bottom if his suitcase. I turned to look at Gabe before taking it out. He was facing the other direction. OK, now's my chance!

I took that brown, furry creature outta the suitcase. There in my hands was Gabe's favourite stuffed animal... Coco.

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Wow I can't believe he's kept it through the years in a perfect condition. I still remember the day he came home with the monkey....

It was a rainy April day. I was 9, PJ was 10 and Gabe was 5. PJ and I were watching TV while Gabe and dad were at Make-a-Monkey. All of a sudden, I heard thunder clap and dad and Gabe rushed through the door, drenched with rain. Gabe was in dad's arms, clinging on to him like the world was ending. He was also crying. One thing was that Coco, wasn't with him. Dad then realized that, put Gabe on the couch, ran outside, got Coco from the car, ran back in, and gave Coco to my little brother. He immediately stopped crying. Coco means the world to Gabe, and you could see that just by seeing how Gabe was hugging that monkey.

Every Duncan kid got a monkey, but Gabe was the only one who really cared about it as he grew up. "Hey, here's Coco!" I said after a while. He looked up, and grabbed his monkey from me. "Where'd you find him?" he asked, ashamed. "In your suitcase, where you put him!" I said. He smiled and looked at Coco. Just imagine what was going through his head. Coco is irreplaceable. I smiled, too. I lost my monkey. I wish I had a best friend, like Gabe has Coco. A companion for life... a stuffed animal.