Times Like These (Smosh FanFic)

[Chapter 18] Your Place Sometime Soon

Author's Note: Hey guys! So I want to warn you that there's some slight adult-ish material in this chapter and if you're uncomfortable with that, I highly respect that. In addition, this chapter is dedicated to @Minnie2898 because she helped me with a lot writing this, so, yeah =P Thanks for reading! -rac06h10ael

Two months later...

-Cody's POV-

I was laying in bed, twisting and turning as I started having one of my night terrors, something I've been having more frequently now that Ian moved away with Melanie and Anthony was in imprisoned.

Flames rose from the floor. Smoke filled the air above me and I was coughing, unable to breath. My eyes stung and my vision was blurred. I was crawling on the white carpet that was gradually turning gray. I heard someone screaming and was soon picked up by someone. My dad. He rushed out of the house and into the front yard, where he put me down on the ground and rushed back into the house. I watched as a helicopter flew above me and men descended onto the roof of my house, jumping onto the balcony and running inside. The next I know, I hear gun shots being rang and screams of terror echo through the house.

I shot straight up in bed, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. I looked over at my digital clock - 2:06a.m. I swung my legs over the bed and picked up the sweatshirt Anthony gave me all that time ago I had slung over one of the bed posts. I slipped into it and walked out of my bedroom into the empty house. I turned on a light and looked into the front room. No one. I heaved a sigh and turned back around.

Anthony promised me he would get out, he was going to come and find me. And we were going to face the world together. Just him and me. But it's been two months and he hasn't come. And when I tried to go visit him, I was told he wasn't allowed visitors anymore. I went back a few more times after that. Same situation.

I walked back into my bedroom and sat down on my bed, pulling out a note from my bedside table. I turned on the light and read it over for what seemed like the hundredth time:

2a.m. your place sometime soon - A

I got that note about three weeks ago, the fourth time I came to the prison. The guard, whose name I'm pretty sure was Hamilton, said that Anthony had been begging him to give this to me, and since I wouldn't stop coming back even after he told me Anthony wasn't allowed visitors, he thought he might as well just give it to me. What's the harm? He probably thought. Well obviously he hadn't read what Anthony had written.

Just then, I heard something from the front room.

-Anthony's POV-

I was running up the deserted sidewalk. On one ankle, I had one shackle still attached, the other dangling loosely in the air. I also was still dressed in the orange jail jumpsuit with the prison's name printed on the back in big black letters. If any one passed by, I would be no doubt called in. And it was only a matter of time before Hamilton would notice I was missing too.

I slowed down in front of the house and sighed in relief, darting up to the door and starting to turn the locked knob. "Come on, come on, come on!" I said to myself as I punched the door in anger. I was about to run around back and try that door when the front door opened. She popped her head out and whispered, "Is that you, Anthony?" I slowly inched towards her, emerging into the light that shone from inside. She lit up when she saw me. "You made it."

"I promised," I answered, taking a step forward and pushing a piece of her brown hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear.

She pulled me into a hug and buried her face in my chest, "I thought you were never going to come..."