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Until I Met You
A Cody Simpson Fan Fic
Chapter 3
I lay on my bed and moved the piece of paper in between my fingers. Should I text him? Would it be too soon? I sighed and opened the piece of paper. I entered the number in my phone and typed in Cody? My thumb circled around the send button. I sighed and pressed the back button. I guess I’ll just text him tomorrow. I don’t want to look too desperate. Desperate? Hold on Clara, you have a boyfriend.
I collapsed backwards onto my bed and grabbed my iPod off of my nightstand. I logged into my Twitter and slowly typed in Cody Simpson. I looked at his profile and checked his most recent tweet.
Hey Clara, it’s not too soon haha :P #textme
I smiled at the tweet and picked my phone back up. I typed the number in again, wrote a greeting, and hit send. I went back to my home page and clicked new tweet. I sighed as my fingers swirled in circles, trying to figure out what to write.
Taylor…why? #R.I.P. <3 I love you
I exhaled and held back a tear. My phone vibrated and I picked it up. I hit open and looked at the message. “I thought you’d never text meJ”. I smiled and hit reply. “Sorry, I didn’t want to text you too soon”.
I tossed my phone onto my bed and stood up. I started walking towards the bathroom, but I stopped at Taylor’s picture. I stared at her gorgeous face. Memories flashed into my mind. Her laugh played over and over again like a song. The memories moved through my mind like a slideshow. I thought of all the nights we spent at each other’s houses. I thought of all of the summers we spent together. The crazy things we did together. Everything we did together. We were inseparable. But now…we’re separated forever.
My vision became blurry with tears. I bit my lip as an attempt to stop it from quivering. I exhaled all of the air I was holding it, but it came out more as a whimper. I leaned against the wall and slowly slid down. I hugged my knees to my chest and soaked my jeans with my tears. I let out loud sobs and Jamison must have heard me because he came rushing in. “Clara!” he exclaimed. He kneeled down and wrapped his arms around me. “I need her Jamison!” I sobbed. “I need her!” Jamison just rubbed my back and held me tight. He wasn’t very good with words, he never has been.
Jamison rocked me back and forth. “Shhhh” he whispered. I slowly started to sniffle back my tears. My eyes became heavy and I felt myself starting to dose off. I felt myself being lifted off the ground and then carefully put on my bed. My blankets wrapped around me and I quickly drifted away.
I woke up to the light shining through my curtains. I could see a clear blue sky and birds flying everywhere. That’s definitely Taylor shining through. I looked to my right and my phone was still on my bed. I picked it up and saw four new text messages.
Cody: No, no, it wasn’t too soon
Cody: …You still there?
Cody: What are you doing today?
Josh: Hey
Does he want to hang out with me? I was supposed to hang out with Josh, but who knows how long Cody Simpson will be around?
Me: Sorry about last night. I fell asleep. And I don’t think I’m doing anything today J
I rubbed my eyes and stood up. I raised my hands over my head and stretched. I started walking towards the bathroom, but I backed up when I heard my phone vibrate.
Cody: Beach??
I laughed to myself and shook my head. He does realize that there’s snow on the ground, right?
Me: Lol the beach?? We’re in Massachusetts. It’s winter. And there’s snow on the ground haha
I laughed again and tossed my phone back on my bed. I quickly walked towards the bathroom before another text could distract me. I shut the door and turned the lock. I looked up at the mirror and taped to the corner of it was a picture of me and Taylor trying to wash my dog in the bathtub. I smiled at the picture and placed my hand on it. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. I still can’t believe she’s gone.
Cody: Doesn’t mean that the beach is off limits Jhaha
Me: Haha okay, sure. Beach it is. Um, do you just want me to meet you at the beach? I’m like 10 feet away from it haha
Cody: Nice! And okay sounds good. Meet me in an hour?
Me: Okay J
 

Until I Met You
A Cody Simpson Fan Fic
Chapter 2
This time I woke up in my own bed. I was carefully tucked under the pure white comforter. My face was buried into my zebra pillow pet. Tears stained my face and my nose was completely stuffed. I cleared my chocolate brown hair out of my face. I looked at the black and white picture of Taylor and me on my white wall. I felt like I was going to cry, but there were no tears left in me. I slowly lifted the comforter off of me and walked over to the picture. I stared at Taylor’s beautiful face. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back and her blue eyes shined like the ocean. Her smile lit up the picture. I traced the outline of her face carefully. I bit my lip and slid my hand off of the picture frame.
I sat back down on my bed and hugged my pillow pet to my chest. I heard a knock at my door. “Clar?” a voice said. The door opened an inch and Jamison’s eyes poked around the corner. Once he saw me, he opened the door all the way. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face into his chest and whispered, “I don’t get this.” Jamison stroked my hair. “I know kid, I don’t either” he replied. I looked up at him and shook my head. “She can’t be gone” I said quietly. Jamison bit his lip. He looks just like me when he does that. He took my head and pressed it back down to his chest. He kept stroking my hair. He moved away from me and stood up. “Come downstairs. Get something to eat, drink something” he said holding out his hand. I took a deep breath and exhaled.
I walked slowly down the steps as Jamison pulled me along. I walked into the kitchen and my parents stood there waiting for me. My mom started to tear up as she walked towards me. She pulled me in for a hug. “Oh honey, I’m just as upset as you are” she said holding my head closer to her. Excuse me?
I pushed myself away from her. “Just as upset as I am? You are not as upset as I am! How could you even say that? To you, she was just your daughter’s friend. To me, she was my best friend! You are not as upset as I am!” I screamed as I walked towards the door. “Clara” my dad said sternly as he grabbed my arm. I gave him a cold look and whipped my arm away from him. I opened the door and slammed it behind me. I stared into the darkness as I wondered where to go.
Me: Are you home?
Josh: No. Why??
Me: Never mind.
I tucked my phone back into my pocket and kept walking. I entered the downtown area. I kicked snowballs down the sidewalk with my red converse. Snow lightly fell from the sky creating a light layer on the roads. I saw the lights lit up at the local stage theater. I could just make out the sound of screaming coming from the building. I wonder who was performing tonight.
I sat down on the curb and wrapped my arms around myself. It would have been smart to grab a coat but oh well. I heard the doors open to the theater. “Oh my god that was amazing!” one girl screeched. “I know right! He looked at me oh my god!” another screamed. I chuckled to myself. I watched the air come out of my mouth. It looked like Taylor. Everything looked like Taylor now. I still don’t understand why she would do it. She was always so happy.
I took out my phone and tried to look at a new text message from Josh. I tapped the screen over and over again, but it wouldn’t do anything. I groaned and chucked it at a snow bank. I ran my hands through my hair and tried to take deep breaths. “Rough day?” a voice said. I snorted and looked up towards the sky. “You have no idea” I responded. “Hey, everyone’s had rough days” the voice said. It sounded like they had an accent. I bit my lip and shook my head. “This isn’t just a rough day…this is the worst day” I replied. Two shiny black shoes stood next to me. They stepped onto the street, and then the person sat down next to me. “Everything gets better eventually” they said. By now, I was positive it was a guy and I was positive they had an Australian accent. “Things will never get better” I said looking at him. He had perfect, blonde hair and amazing aqua eyes. The ends of his pink lips curled up slightly. “You say that now, but in a year from now, maybe even closer than that, everything will start to feel better” he said. He looked into my eyes and smiled.
“I’m Cody by the way” he said. “I’m Clara” I responded. He grinned to himself. “Clara. That’s a nice name”. I smiled and looked forward. I looked at the yellow light reflecting off of the snow. I turned around and looked at the theater sign. Cody Simpson Live was what the sign said. I looked at Cody with a confused expression. “Are you Cody Simpson?” I asked. The ends of his lips curled. “Yup. Are you going to freak out now?” he asked. I giggled and shook my head. “No, I’m cool.” I replied. He smiled and ran his hands through his hair. “I like your music though. It’s really good” I said. He nodded to himself and looked at me. “Thank you, it means a lot” he said.
A black car pulled over to the side of the street. Cody looked up and sighed. “I don’t want to be rude, but that’s my car” he said. I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it” I replied. He stood up and put out his hand to help me up. I took it and he pulled me up. “Do you need a ride?” he asked pointing his thumb behind him. “No, I’m not looking to get home fast so I’ll just walk” I responded. He nodded and bit his lip. “Oh” he said reaching into his back pocket. “If you ever need to talk” he said passing me a piece of paper. I opened it and a number was written neatly in black ink. I smiled. “You just keep your number in your back pocket?” I asked. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I laughed and shook my head. He smiled and lifted his hand up as a goodbye. I did the same and watched him walk off to his car.

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Until I Met You
A Cody Simpson Fan Fic
Chapter 1
The eighth grade moved at the same pace as we walked down the hall. Our principal called our grade in for an important assembly. I wonder what it’s for. It’s probably about our behavior again. I looked around for Taylor, but I couldn’t see her. I wonder what she’s thinking.
I felt my chocolate brown hair swish against my back as I walked. Josh teasingly poked my side causing me to laugh like an idiot. I’m insanely ticklish. “Josh! Stop!” I said trying to catch my breath. Josh laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. He never wrapped his arm around my waist because of how ticklish I was. “Calm down Clara” he said kissing my forehead. “No public display of affection!” Mrs. Addena shrieked as she stopped in front of us. I bit my lip as I tried to keep in my laughter. “Sorry Mrs. Addena” Josh said as he bit his tongue. She removed Josh’s arm from my shoulder and kept walking. We covered our mouths as we tried to keep in our laughter.
We sat in the cafeteria as we waited for all of the other classes to file in. I drummed my fingers on the table. What was so important that he needed to tell us?
The last class took their seats and our principal, Mr. Fradome stood on the stage. We watched as he paced back and forth taking deep breaths. He started making me nervous. I crossed my legs and bounced my foot. I looked at Josh and I could see in his deep brown eyes that he was nervous too. Mr. Fradome cleared his throat and finally began to speak.
“I don’t know how to put this, so I’m just going to say it. Our dear friend, Taylor Plutrand, took her own life last night.” All of the air in me was let out as a loud whimper escaped my lips. Tears rolled down my cheeks as my breathing became faster and heavier. My bottom lip trembled. I looked around the room and several others were crying. “I…I’m at a loss for words” said Mr. Fradome. The room was silent except for the whimpers that leaked through everyone’s mouths. More and more tears poured and my head shook in disbelief. “No” I whispered. I felt a hand on my shoulder and it was Josh. I looked at him, and he was crying too. I bit my lip and looked in his eyes. I shook my head and buried my face in my hands. I started sobbing and I could barely breathe. “NO!” I shrieked. “NO! NO! NO! TAYLOR! TAYLOR!” Teachers swarmed me and tried their best to lead me out of the cafeteria.
I felt my feet lift off the ground and I was being held bridal style. It was Josh. I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked up at him as I tried to catch my breath. He looked straight forward with a blank look across his face. He was trying to be strong for me, I could tell. I felt everyone’s eyes on me as I was taken out of the cafeteria crying hysterically.
We walked through the hallways of the school while I sobbed. I lifted my head from Josh’s shoulder to see that we were in an empty classroom. Josh sat down in a chair and I curled back into him. “You can stay in here until she calms down” said a voice. “Thanks Mr. Truford” Josh responded with a shaky voice. I heard Mr. Truford’s footsteps come closer. Josh’s body vibrated as Mr. Truford patted him on the back. He placed his hand on my shoulder. “I’ll be right outside” he said as he closed the door behind him.
Josh rocked me back and forth as he attempted to comfort me. I cried hysterically into his shoulder as I soaked his shirt. “Taylor, Taylor, Taylor…” I whispered as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up in the same room I was in before but Josh was gone. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. What am I doing – Taylor. I clasped my hand around my mouth and I started sobbing and shaking. I got up and ran my hands through my hair. I paced back and forth as I tried to process what was said before. “Our dear friend, Taylor Plutrand, took her own life last night”. The words kept replaying over and over in my head. I bent down and placed my elbows on my knees as I buried my face in my hands.
Taylor can’t be dead. She was here yesterday. I talked to her last night! We video chatted before I went to bed! Why would she do this? What was so terrible that she didn’t tell me? Taylor can’t be dead.
I hugged my stomach as I rocked back and forth on my knees. I heard the door slowly creak open. “Clara!” Mr. Truford exclaimed. He rushed over to me and wrapped an arm around me. Him being here was making me cry even harder. I felt like my eyes were two rives streaming across my face.  “SHE’S NOT GONE! SHE’S NOT GONE!” I screamed. “Clara…” Mr. Truford whispered as he choked back tears. I heard a rush of footsteps coming up the eighth grade stairwell. They must be coming back from a class…
I screamed into my shaking hands. Mr. Truford gave up and just rested a hand on my shoulder. “TAYLOR!” I screamed over and over again. I felt a thousand pairs of eyes on me. I looked up to see my classmates watching me with blank expressions. Some were crying. Mrs. Addena tried moving everyone along as best as she could. My breathing became heavier as my eyes slowly shut again.

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Okay,
I've been having a hard time trying to commit to a story
I'm going to try writing another one
I just need feedback or else I feel like theres no point.
The first part will be posted soon
but don't know what it will be called.
OH!
And it's a Cody Simpson fan fic haha

-Molly :)

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The Things I Needed Most

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The Things I Needed Most

Chapter 4

I opened the door to our new home and my jaw dropped. I walked into a huge wide open space. The living room was to my right and the kitchen was straight ahead. To my left was a staircase that led down to the basement. The living room had white couches with different colored blue pillows and a glass coffee table in the center. There was a huge plasma screen T.V up on top of a fire place. The fire place continued all the way up to the ceiling so there was a divider between the living room and the kitchen. The floors were shiny and made of dark wood. There were different paintings up on the light blue walls.
“Oh my god” I whispered to myself. I felt like I was on Extreme Makeover Home Edition. I ran over to the kitchen and took in the beauty. There were beautiful black and white marble counter tops with sea green cabinets and beige walls. The island in the center of the kitchen had a beautiful bouquet of multicolored flowers. The fireplace continued on this side so it was a double sided fire place. I went over to the huge metal fridge and opened it. It was empty so I assumed we just needed to go grocery shopping. My parents must have had this planned out for a while because the house was completely finished. I felt like I was dreaming. My parents walked in the front door and smiled. I ran over to them and hugged them like I’ve never hugged them before. “Thank you so much” I whispered. “You’re welcome Alena” they whispered. My mother stroked my light brown hair away from my face. I could see tears forming in her eyes, but I knew she wouldn’t cry.
“Go check out what’s upstairs kiddo” my dad said. I smiled and ran to find the staircase. I turned left at the kitchen to see a dining room. I didn’t pay much attention to it because I found the staircase and I was too excited to see my room. I ran up the carpeted stairs to find a hallway. I could go right, left or straight. This house was huge. I turned right to find a door that led to a bathroom. I saw the toilet seat and closed the door. I need to find my room. I turned around to face a door across from the bathroom. I opened the door to find the elegant master bedroom. I knew this was my parents’ room. I closed the door and left the right side of the hallway. I went to the left side of the hallway to find a room with no door. I walked in to find an empty carpeted room. I walked back out of the room and opened the door across from it. It was just a plain bedroom. It must be the guest room. So I finally decided that the straight side of the hallway was where my room would be. I walked down the long hallway to find a room with a purple door. I opened the door to find another empty carpeted room with a couple bean bag chairs, a plasma screen T.V, and a small wooden coffee table. I sighed and closed the door. I kept walking to find a white, metal, spiral stair case. I smiled and walked slowly up the stairs making sure I didn’t trip. At the top was the flat landing and then a black door. I touched the metal door knob and slowly opened the door.

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The Things I Needed Most

Chapter 3

I opened my eyes slowly as I watched my new world flash past me. I looked up at the lush, green trees and the clear blue sky. My music was still playing, but I saw a low battery signal on the screen. I hit pause and locked my ipod. I lifted my head off the window and sat up.
“Nice nap?” my dad asked. I slowly nodded my head and tried to rub the blurriness out of my eyes. “Are we almost there?” I asked groggily. “Almost” my mother responded quietly. I looked at all the nice houses on the street we were driving on. I could only dream to have a house as nice as these. Our car swerved through streets until we came up to one of the nicest houses I have ever seen. I thought we took a wrong turn and were using their driveway to turn around but I was wrong. The engine stopped.
I stared up at the house in disbelief. The huge, white stone house looked like a castle to me. There was a little square porch on the roof of the house, and a balcony sitting in front of two glass doors in the center. Must be one of the bedrooms. I heard a car door slam and I realized I was by myself. I quickly got out of the car and just stood there staring at this beautiful house. My dad walked up to me and slung his arm around me. “Nice house, huh?” he asked with a smile. “Nice? How could we afford this?” I asked. “Part of my company is down here in Alabama. I got promoted to head boss” my dad said with pride. I hugged him and rested my head against his chest. “You don’t know how much this means to me dad” I said. He kissed the top of my head. “I know kiddo” he said. He unwrapped his arms and smiled. “Well? Are we just going to stand out here all day or are we going to check out the inside of the house?” he asked walking over to my mom and putting his arm around her. I smiled and quickly walked to the front door of our new palace.


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The Things I Needed Most

Chapter 2

I sat in my room with all of my best friends on the floor. We sat in a circle realizing this was our last regular basis sleepover. “I just can’t believe you’re moving to Alabama” Said Allie. I nodded. “I know me either. But I’m glad. It’s obviously not you guys. It’s just…I’m going to hurt myself if I stay here any longer” I said. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. They all knew what I was talking about. “Did you tell Cam?” Bailey asked. “No. You guys can tell him at school tomorrow when I’m leaving. I don’t want to talk to him. He’s one of the reasons why I’m leaving” I replied. “Yeah, we’ll tell him” Annie said agreeing. I sighed and lay down on the floor. “I’m gonna miss you guys” I said. “We’re gonna miss you too” everyone said. “Just promise that you won’t replace us with some whores” Emily said. Everyone laughed and I looked at her. “I promise” I said laughing.
 
I got in the car and watched the moving van drive down the street. I grabbed my ipod out of my bag as my parents got in the car. “Ready to get out of Massachusetts?” my dad asked as he sat down. I nodded my head and put my headphones in. I wonder what our house is going to look like. I wonder how my new school is going to be. I wonder how Cam is going to react when he knows that I’m gone…

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The Things I Needed Most

Chapter 1

I grabbed the scissors and started cutting. The blood rose up out of skin and over my arm. Tears poured out of my eyes and I went for another cut as my mom unexpectedly walked through my door. I gasped and stared at her as she stared at my arm. She rushed over to me and ripped the scissors from my hand. My chin wobbled as I tried to keep the tears back. “W…what…WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS ALENA!” my mom yelled. I bit my bottom lip and kept trying to keep the tears back. I slowly opened my mouth and tried to make out some words. “I…I…I didn’t…” I stuttered. My mom shook her head and slowly backed out of my room.
I looked at my wrists and sighed. I thought how this was all because of school and a boy. I thought about how stressed out I get over little things. I took a tissue off of my night stand and wiped the blood away from my arm. I closed my eyes and dreamed of a place where I could get away from all of this…
 
I woke up to the sound of my parents talking downstairs. I put a sweatshirt on to cover the cuts and I went downstairs. My parent’s heads turned to look at me. “Sweetheart, sit down” my dad said. I sat down on the chair in front of them. I looked at them and waited for someone to speak. “Honey, you haven’t been yourself ever since you started eighth grade” said my mom. I bit my lip and slowly nodded. “So, we bought a house in Alabama. You need to de-stress yourself” said my dad. I looked at them in disbelief. “Seriously?” I asked. They nodded. “We’re sorry sweetheart, but it’s what’s best for you.” said my mom. “No no! This is great! This is what I wanted!” I said smiling. They smiled. “Really?” my dad asked. “Yes! I need to get out of here” I said. I sighed and thought about what was to come. I could finally start over.

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Sorry that I stopped writing my story Summer Chance. I sort of just forgot about it. But I'm going to be starting a new story called The Things I Need Most. So look out for it! I will start writing it shortly!

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