The Changing{put on hold}

Chapter 20

A/N: Just wanna thank that one person who keeps reading all my. chapters:) you are basically the only one... but you da real MVP

Skylar's POV:

I left. I left and I dont even know why.

But I do, I left because of Kody.

I did the right thing... I truly did.

So I've got the job, the benefits, the bragging rights. Although it isn't very 'brag' worthy. I'm taking part in something that kills people.

After I left I just went. I walked to the one place I wanted to be.

But of course, I hadn't verbalized my coming there. Which is why I found Kody, opening the door with a beer bottle in his clutch and a cigarette in his mouth.

I stare at him in shock, taking in his dark bags under his eyes and his disheveled bed head.

Of course I can't imagine his embarrassment, caught in the habit by the person who begged him to stop the most.

"Ky" he croaks, still clutching the bottle like it was his lifeline.

"Yeah, Hi" I say to the ground.

"I didn't expect you to be here"

"Didn't expect you to be smoking, so I guess we can say we are both surprised." I say harshly, rocking on the balls of my feet.

I see the hurt flash in his eyes and step aside to let him stomp on his cigarette.

He runs a hand through his hair as he rushes his words. "I'm really- really sorry babe"

I cross my arms over my chest and try, really hard I may add, to not flush at his use of the word 'babe'.

"I'm sorry too" I say, letting the sarcasm fly.

"Wanna come in?" he asks timidly, opening the door even wider. I step inside and ask him as he closes the door.

"Why?"

"Skylar I am so sorry, really I am. Its just that I've been under a lot of stress, and then my parents were gone so I thought it would be okay to have one beer. I swear it was only one... but as I had it I started to panic so I didn't finish it- Skylar I almost had another panic attack. So then I just got a cig-"

I cut him off before he could finish. "Panic attack? Kody have you been having those again?"

"N-No, I mean not as bad as last time with you" he admits.

I can feel a the lump in my throat grow as I speak again; "Did the cigarette help?"

"Yeah, yeah they did" "Oh"

We stay like that for a minute. Just standing there, arms length apart, not speaking and looking anywhere other than each others gazes.

I'm caught off guard when he suddenly engulfs me in a big bear hug. I wrap my hands around him and rest my head against his chest.

"I'm so sorry, so so sorry" he sniffles into my hair, tears already falling.

"Its okay, I promise" I assure him.

I smile to myself as I feel him calm down, but it only makes me hug him tighter.

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I awake on the bed, Kody snoozing next to me with his arm draped lazily over my torso.

I freak for a minute, all the possible scenarios running through my head. We were clothed, so the obvious one was ruled out.

I turn on my side to face him, and smile at his breathtaking state.

He looks so peaceful, and I feel so weird just staring at him. But I can't stop. This is the beat friend I had, this is the boy who makes me feel butterflies, this is the boy who I have a date with, this is the boy who I'm supposed to wait for.

This beautiful boy with tousled hair and soft swollen looking lips. With his lean arms and his gorgeous eyes.

I move slightly which causes him to adjust his arm. I gasp at what I see, with his shirt sleeve pushed up, there's a pitch black tattoo right there in his bicep.

My finger immediately goes to it, tracing the curly writing that is permanently etched onto his skin.

Its a date, a few years back. I have no idea what moment could cause wanting to get a tattoo.

I freeze and immediately look up when I hear Kody cough. His eyes are droopy but still crinkle up when he smiles at me.

"I think I'm gonna move backwards again" he says as he lowers his lips down to mine.

A/N: Whoooo! New update! And two A/N's! I just want to thank everyone who is helping with this story. Whether there is one of you or 10 of you. I still super duper appreciate it:) Keep reading! Love you all! -Sierra