Times Like These (Smosh FanFic)

[Chapter 21] Mom & Dad

-Cody's POV-

I don't know how long we've been driving, but whenever Ian wanted to stop because he was getting tired, Anthony told him to keep going. I didn't know where we were and the sun was already setting. I was on the verge of falling asleep when the car started to give out. I sat up and watched Ian pull over to the side of the road, where the car died.

"Great, now we're lost and out of gas. Thanks, Anth-" Ian spat at his friend, but he had already gotten out of the car and started running in the direction we were headed.

"Anthony?" I got out and closed the car door, "Anthony!" I shouted after him as I started running after him. I was a terrible runner and ran out of breath before I could catch up to him - he was slowing down, but not enough to where I could catch up to him. I dropped to my knees and covered my face with my hands.

"Where is he going?" Ian's voice emanated from behind me. I looked up and saw him towering over me, blocking the sun.

"I...I don't know," I answered as I stood back up, watching as Anthony continued running, "It's stupid, he's not going to get anywhere. We're lost."

Ian pulled out his phone and held it up high in the air, starting to move around. He looked like an idiot. I laughed, "What on earth are you doing?"

"Trying to...pick up a signal," He said as he began jumping up and down. I shook my head in disappointment and walked back to the car. I leaned against the car door and ran my fingers through my hair.

That's when I wished I was back at Brookside (crazy, right?). At least there, I would have a bed to sleep on. A thin pillow and a mattress that wasn't more than an inch tall was better than the backseat of a car, right? I would have food to eat, though the food there had a high possibility of actually being shit... But most importantly, I wouldn't be left behind.

Just then, I saw a car coming towards us. I peeled myself from the car and watched as the headlights grew bigger as the car approached us. It didn't seem to be slowing down, and Ian was right in the middle of the road. "IAN!" I shouted, "WATCH OUT!" He spun around so he was facing me and then saw the car, which screeched to a stop, right before they hit Ian. I sighed in relief. Out from the car came two people I thought I'd never see again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" The driver shouted at Ian, "Don't you know anything about...?"

"Mom? Dad?" I cut him off. They both turned their heads in my direction, their eyes widening. I walked around the car and over to them, "What are you doing out here?"

"What are you doing out here?" My mother asked me concernedly, "Shouldn't you be at Brookside?"

"I got discharged," I informed her, crossing my arms over my chest, "I've been discharged. If you actually gave a fuck about me, you might've known."

"Don't talk to your mother like that!" My father scorned me, pointing his index finger in my direction. I rolled my eyes.

"Wait, I thought your parents were dead," Ian butted into the conversation.

"They are," I answered him, "These are my adoptive parents who sent me away to a fucking mental facility!" I screamed angrily, diving to attack my mom (she was the closest to me). Before I could reach her though, Ian grabbed me and held me back. I struggled against him but his hold was too strong. I gave up and turned away from them, tears starting to form in my eyes.

"You needed it, Cody," My dad added softly, "We didn't know what to do. You have to understand that."

"No kid wants to be told they're crazy," I murmured under my breath and through the tears that were now streaming down my face. I spun around so I was facing them, "Do you know what it feels like to be told you're crazy? That you're not like everyone else?" Before they could even have a chance to answer, I continued, "It feels like shit. That's what it feels like."

"Language, missy," My mother warned me. I glared at her, which in turn caused her to look away.

"It feels like shit. And even if you didn't say the exact words, you told me I was crazy," I turned towards Ian, "You told me I was crazy too."

"I wasn't thinking when I said that!" He tried to defend himself.

I shook my head and pointed behind Ian, "Even he told me I was crazy. I'm the crazy one? He's the one who can't handle a stupid little break up!"

"Who are you talking about, Cody?" My dad asked.

"Anthony," Ian replied for me.

"Who's he?" My mom inquired.

"He was the only reason I didn't kill myself in that place," I told my adoptive parents, "And he abandoned me. Not once, not twice, but three fucking times!" I shot my hand in the direction he ran. I dropped my hand to my side and sighed, "Three fucking times..."

Everyone was speechless after that. I crossed my arms over my chest and said, "You never said what you were doing out here, mom and dad."

"We were just taking a little road trip," My dad retorted, "We weren't planning on stopping, but that idiot here was in the road!" Ian scratched awkwardly behind his neck.

"Where are we anyways?"

"Just outside of San Francisco," My mom answered, "Why?" A smirk grew on my face.

*****

My parents opened the door to reveal my bedroom from when I was ten years old. Most of the things I had from when I was a kid were still there - like all the stuffed animals, princess bedding, and pink walls. But now there was a desk with a computer and a lots of clothes that weren't mine. I could hear Ian chuckle under his breath. I glared at him.

"Sorry, we kind of turned this into our office/spare bedroom," My dad apologized.

"Yet you couldn't take the bed out?" I joked. He gave me a sympathetic look.

"Make yourselves at home," My mom stated before she and my dad walked away.

"So, princess bedding, huh?" Ian teased, elbowing me. I looked up at him with a glare.