Times Like These (Smosh FanFic)

[Chapter 16] Times Have Changed

-Anthony's POV-

"Kalel, times have changed...I'm not the same person I used to be," I told her as I approached her, "You've got to understand that. I'm not here to stay. I just need to clean up, get some rest, and leave."

"That's all you ever seem to do," She murmured, "That's all I've even known you to do. You're always out of the house, Anthony. Even before you were sent to that mental asylum. You came home around nine, took a shower, and went to bed, only to leave again in the morning. Why can't you ever just stay a little longer?"

"I'm not safe here, Kalel!" I shouted at her, "They're coming for me and the more I wait to get out of here, the more at risk I'm putting you," I sighed, "I just don't want to get you involved in this."

She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me close to her, pulling me into a kiss. I pulled away from her and shook my head, turning around to find the bathroom for myself.

"I just want you to love me again, Anthony!" She cried. I stopped in my tracks. "I just want you to love me again..."

I spun around, "I would if I could, Kalel. But like I said, I'm not the same person I used to be." Her eyes began to water. I felt terrible, but things are different now.

I found the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I stripped my clothes off and hopped into the steaming hot shower. It felt good not having someone barge into your shower and push you to the side so they could use it like they would at Brookside. Brookside Mental Facility? Nah...more like Brookside Penitentiary. I finished and dried myself off. I wrapped Kalel's towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom to go to my bedroom and get a clean pair of clothes. I shuffled through the drawers, finding something to wear. I picked out a pair of skinny jeans and a sweatshirt, along with a clean pair of underwear. I put them on and walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen.

I picked out a soda and twisted the cap off. I plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. It really hadn't occurred to me till it was too late, but Kalel wasn't there. In fact, she left. And I didn't realize it until she returned a few hours later with two men wearing Los Angeles Police Department uniforms standing behind her. I set down the soda and rose to my feet.

"Kalel?" I croaked.

"There he is," She told the guys behind her. They walked in front of her and pinned my arms behind my back and handcuffed me.

"What the hell's going on!?!" I shouted, trying to break out of the handcuffs though it was futile.

"Times have changed, Anthony," She remarked coldly, quoting my words from before, "I'm not the same person anymore." I swallowed hard.

-Cody's POV-

"Someone to share it with?" He repeated. I nodded my head. He smirked and put his hands behind his back, "Well...let's see who there is for you to share it with..." I crossed my arms over my chest as he walked over to the window. "You've got..."

"You," I retorted, walking over to him and standing beside him. I glanced up at him, "You're the only one I want to share it with, Ian."

Ian looked down at me and frowned, "I'd love to, Cody, but I really can't." I looked at  him, confused.  "It's just...you and I are from completely different worlds." He tried to explain, turning towards me. I stepped back from him, hurt filling up inside of me.

"'Completely different worlds'?" I repeated.

"Yeah, you're just some mental patient and I'm just some guy who makes videos." I stared at him in disbelief. "We would never work out." I couldn't believe what he was saying. Literally not an hour ago, he was telling me he loved me. Telling me he wanted to stay with me. He sighed, "I'm sorry, Cody."

"Sorry for what?" I yelled at him, backing away even more, "Sorry that I opened up my heart to you and you mess with it?"

He shook his head, "That's not..."

I cut him off, "You made me think that I got better, and that I was somewhat normal. Only to tell me that I'm 'just some mental patient'. Really!?!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face, "I thought you were different, Ian. That you actually cared. But I was wrong. And I couldn't have been more wrong in my life!"

"Cody..."

"JUST LEAVE!" I screamed, pointing to the door.

He walked up to me and tried to pull me into a hug, but I pushed him away. "Please, Cody, I didn't mean it!"

"You never mean anything," I murmured under my breath, "Because everything you do and say is a something you 'didn't mean'. I mean, what's the real reason you sent Anthony to that place? Because he's one of the most sane people I know. Sure, he may have his moments, but he's no mental patient." Ian remained silent. I sighed and continued, "What about the real reason why you really helped me? Was it to make yourself feel better? To distract yourself from your own problems? What?" I watched his Adam's apple move up and down. I shook my head and pointed behind him. "Just get the fuck out of my house and never come back, Ian. I don't want to ever see you again." I averted my gaze away from him.

"I'm sorry for everything, Cody," He apologized, kissing me softly on the cheek, "I never meant to hurt you." I watched him close the door behind him. I stood in my place, my cheeks warming up and tears stinging my eyes.

-Ian's POV-

I drove home feeling like shit. Nothing that I did would drown out Cody's words that repeated themselves over and over again in my head. I thought you were different, Ian...But I was wrong...You never mean anything...Just get the fuck out of my house and never come back...I don't want to ever see you again...

I pulled up in the driveway and got out. I walked into the house to find Melanie hang up the phone with someone. She turned around, saw me, and gasped, "Ian! You're just the person..."

"Not right now, Melanie," I told her, putting my hand up and walking into the bedroom hallway, "I'm not in the mood to talk."

"But it's about Anthony!" She cried. I stopped in my tracks, but didn't look over my shoulder.

"What about him?" I asked.

"He escaped for the second time, and they found him." I spun around so I was facing him, "But he's not going back to Brookside. They're taking him to jail."

"What? Why?" I inquired.

She gulped, "He killed someone...your aunt."