Touch Me.

Ross and Rachel

The next day. Same time, four o clock. My doorbell rings, and it's Cody, with forty three cookies, just how I wanted them. He asks if he could come in, and this time I say yes. I show him to his seat in the tiny kitchen with countertops dirtier than a toilet. Our apartment looks like one of those old motels that need rehab. It really bugs me, because Cody is looking around like he's disgusted. I don't really blame him, I'm a slob. I always was, and Vikki didn't care about how it looked. We only cared about our rooms. I really cared about mine, because there was mold on my walls from water damage in the past. I think about what happened when I went to Cody's house for the first time, will we do it again, here? Obviously, we can't do it in my room because it's upstairs, and that leaves Vikki's room. Right now, I can't bear passing by her room. How can I possibly have some English muffin doing it in her room like she always did? I look at Cody's face for a long time, and I try to remember Total Drama World Tour. It's clear as day, I only remember every second of that experience when Cody is around.

"Do you have any news?" I ask, just wondering.

"Kinda. Celeste and I have delayed the wedding. Because of me. When I look at you, I see history, I see deep, real love that will never die. When I'm with Celeste, we don't love like we do. At the beginning of our relationship, we did. Now, we just have animal sex. That's why I asked Celeste to delay it. To find where my heart is at." What do I think? Are we meant for each other, just like Ross and Rachel? He feels the same way. Is it sick to think that there's a slight chance that we might end up together? I don't know what to do anymore. I'm thinking of giving him a second choice, because I agree with everything he just said.