|Cody Simpson Love Story
Author: AlaskanSwagg PM
its similar to the movie starstruck but I have made some tweeks to it, hope you like it please be nice, my cousin wrote this and she is only 8Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,643 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 06-19-12 - Published: 04-15-12 - id: 8027721
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Ok finally my cousin sent me it, I hope you like it. (remember, no hate she is only 8)
I woke up in a room I didn't recognize at first, but then I remembered, my mom forced me to my grandma's house in Los Angles. I stood up and walked out to the family room to see my grandma sleeping on the chair. I slowly reached my finger out and poked her while whispering "Grandma?" She woke with a start and it made me jump back.
"Oh, you're awake." she said with a smile.
"Uh, yeah what happened? I don't remember going to bed." I asked even though I was scared to hear the answer.
"Well, somee boy came and carried you in," my eyes got real wide, things were starting to come back to me, "and I just told him to set you in your bed, he told me that you slipped and hit your head...he left a note on the fridge." She pointed to the kitchen. I ran to the kitchen to find a peice of paper stuck on the door that said "call me" with a number on it. I whipped out my phone and saved it in my phone.
"Grandma! I'm going to the beach!" I shouted as I ran out the door. She said something but I didn't hear her. I raced down the stairs and ran to the beach. I walked along the ocean trying to remeber what had happened yesterday. All I can rememeber is walking on this same beach and then...black. While I was in deep thought a girl, about 12 years old, walked up to me.
"Are you okay?" she asked like I was supposed to know her.
"Uh, yeah I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I asked trying not to sound too stuck up.
"Because my brother hit you with his frisbee." said said. My eyes got really wide and my heart started to race. I ran back twords my grandma's house, but I stopped and grabbed my phone and decieded to call this boy. I dialed the number and it rang forever. Finally someone picked up, "Hello?" he had an accent and it sounded very familier.
"Uh, yeah this is Patty, I'm looking for..." I couldn't remember his name.
"You're looking for Cody? Aren't you? he said with a playful attitiude in his voice.
"Yes, thats who I need, I need to talk to him." I said, hopefully not sounding too desprate.
"Well you talking to the right guy, what's up?" he asked like everything was okay.
"Look, I don't know who you are, but something happened yesterday and I want answers!" I practically yelled at him. I was sick of these stupid games.
"Alright meet me at the Cookie Cafe and I will tell you everything you want to know." He chuckled, I could tell he thought this was funny. Well, I was sick of it.
I stormed over to the Cookie Cafe and sat down. How was a supposed to know what he looked like? All I can remember was his accent. Suddenly, there was a light tap on my sholder. I whipped around to find myself looking in the eyes of a blue eyed, blonde haired boy.
"Hi, I'm guessing you're waiting for me?" he smiled, it made me mad, I don't know why, it just did.
"Yeah, I guess. I just want to know what happened yesterday." he said down in the chair across from me.
"I hit you with my frisbee, you got knocked out and I carried you home, simple as that." he shrugged, but I still had questions.
"How did you find out where I live?" I asked giving him a glare.
"You had a peice of paper in your pocked that said your adress on it." He smiled, his blue eyes looking me at a way that annoyed me enough that I got up and said one last thing to him, "Look, guy-"
"Cody, my name is Cody," he interuped.
"Fine, Cody, whatever, you helped me, thanks for that, now I'm done. Goodbye." I snapped, I wish I hadn't said it so mean, but I was annoyed right now. I was temped to look back as I walked out of the cafe but I didn't. I didn't want that boy getting any ideas, I was not going to let him get to me. Then again, there was something about him, just something, that made him seem different.