Uploaded on Jul 24, 2010
Second chapter of the marathon. Part three coming later tonight :D
Yellowcard - Shadows and Regrets.
As I sat alone in the hotel room, thinking about how I'd managed to screw everything up, I cast my mind back to that night.
'I'm back, back in town,
And everything has changed.
I feel, feel let down.
The faces stay the same.'
We'd just got home, back to sunny California. Hayley had felt well enough to be discharged from Hospital, and she, Carson, and I had flown home from London and let the boys continue touring. It was tough saying goodbye, but they'd be home within 2 weeks. When we arrived home, we discovered we had a visitor.
"Dad?" I asked, my face breaking into a smile. "Daddy!" I squealed, rushing up to him and flinging my arms around his neck. "I'm so sorry for leaving without telling you." I babbled.
"It's alright sweetheart." he said, kissing my forehead. "I'm just glad you're ok. Unlike your sister." he mused, walking towards her.
"Phil." she said, acknowledging him.
"Your Mother called me, said she was going to be out of town when you got back." he explained. "I wanted to be here for you." he sighed.
"I'm glad you're here." I rushed, hoping to defuse a situation I could see developing.
"Me too." Hayley smiled, reluctantly.
I was pleased she was behaving nice because he'd gone out of his way, but I had a feeling my Father was here for something else. He had a way of springing things on you. After we'd got Hayley settled in her room, and supplied her with a bell - Carson's suggestion - so she could call any of us if she needed something, my dad and I headed onto the porch. Carson had escaped.
"So, what are you really here for?" I asked, sceptically.
"I just wanted to check on my baby girl." he shrugged, wrapping his arm around me. "And I may have a message to pass along." he mumbled.
"A message?" I questioned. "From who?"
"Cody. He wrote you a letter, I left it on your dresser." he admitted.
"What did he tell you?" I asked, worried. "You know, about the night I left."
"All he said was that you realised where your heart belonged." he whispered. "I just hope you don't get it broken."
"No chance." I grinned. "I've got it wrapped in bubble wrap." I giggled.
That night, when everyone was asleep - and Hayley had stopped ringing that goddamned bell - I picked up Cody's letter, and read it.
I hope everything worked out how you hoped. That night, I saw how much you loved Nick, and if he can make you that happy, then he truly deserves you. I hope you had a safe flight, and that everything is well. If you ever need a break from your celebrity lifestyle, Georgia will always welcome you with open-arms. You're one of us now. Hopefully we'll meet again. All my best, Cody.
It was so sweet, and just what I needed. He was one of those true southern gentlemen, and even though we didn't end up together, I knew I still had a dependable friend in him.
'I heard, heard myself,
Say things I take back.'
Now, reality set in, and I was back in that unfamiliar hotel room. One line rang through my head: I hope everything worked out how you hoped.
What was that supposed to mean? Had I secretly hoped to hurt Nick and betray his trust. The letter now seemed like a slap in the face, everything that once appeared sweet could be considered a stab in the back. It came across cynical, and hurt. But I knew that was only my depressed mood. I thought back how easily I'd told Cody I wanted to have sex with him. Almost as easily as I'd dropped my panties for Jaime. Why was it that it had never been like that with Nick, was it a sign of my true affection? Funny way of showing it. Now, all I had was the small hope that Nick would forgive me - or that this was a dream. Either way, I had screwed up, and our relationship would never be the same again.
'And we hoped for the best,
And let go of the rest.'
Comment Question: Do any of you guys watch Pretty Little Liars? If so, who's your fave? I love Aria and Spencer :)
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