|Trouble In Paradise
Author: StrawberryAngel143 PM
*Story about performer who plays at Bucket and Skinner's Prom and OC's. LEGAL READ NOTE!* Sequel to Postcard From Paradise! It's fall, and with the weather comes change. Jake is back and brings someone. Sure, it's not summer anymore and Gabi, Cody, Sydney, and Jake aren't at the beach. But there certainly are a lot of waves. More drama than ever! Don't own Cody Simpson's musicRated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 6 - Words: 8,289 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 10-30-12 - Published: 09-24-12 - id: 8553682
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Cody pulled Sydney closer to him, listening to the lullaby of her steady breathing as she slept. He'd heard the sound countless times before, and it always soothed him even back when they were just friends. Hearing Sydney breath meant somebody was there with him, that he had someone to lean on who understood him.
And when they fought or she fell asleep someplace besides in his arms, the absence of her light breathing kept him awake. Presently, her eyelids fluttered as she turned, and opened her eyes.
"Are you still awake, baby?" she mumbled through her sleep, burying her face inside his shoulder.
"Yeah, just thinking," he whispered back and kissed her hair. She smiled dimly, but he knew that she was wide awake because the grin reached her eyes.
"Politics," he said sarcastically, chuckling and letting the softness of the pillow cradle his head deeper as he in turn cradled his favorite girl in the world. "You, of course."
She giggled and reached up for his lips.
He kissed her and his hands found her waist pulling her on top of him. She found the grooves of his body where hers fit and locked herself into him as the kiss grew deeper and deeper, despite the clock shining a bright one forty eight in the morning.
The door banged open, and Sydney pulled away to see none other than…
"What are you doing?! That's a brand new episode ok Keeping Up With the Kardashians!"
"…You are such a lady."
"Ooh! Jersey Shore, I love this episode it's the one when Kourt and Scott-Hey, go back!"
"Shut up, Jake."
"You're going past all the good shows," Jake moaned in frustration.
Gabi stared at the glass of water on the coffee table as though seriously contemplating drowning herself in it. Despite all of his comments, all of his attempts to get arise out of her, she had kept quiet and just tried to tune out his voice with sleep. She wished she had brought her headphones down here with her. She'd turned on the TV around one when Jake made it clear he wasn't going to give up, and so she wrote sleep off altogether.
"I mean," Jake continued. "I know you don't have good taste, but still…"
"You're right," Gabi finally settled on a rerun of Glee. "I don't have good taste. I mean, I did date you after all."
She shuddered delicately, and Jake frowned at the turnaround.
"What are you doing here?" Sydney demanded, sitting up straight and sliding off of Cody's lap.
"Chill, love," Cody placed his hand on the small of her back. "What's wrong, Rosie?"
If Sydney had taken the time to actually look, she would have realized that Rosalina's beautiful face was pale and that she was quivering from head to toe in fear.
Or shivering from cold, Sydney thought. She was wearing a pair of skimpy black lace underwear and bra, clearly visible from behind the short fluffy pink bathrobe she had left open in an accidentally-on-purpose sort of way.
"I had a bad dream," she cast her big green eyes down sadly and drew her arms around herself pathetically. "I got so scared and I went to find Jake, but he wasn't there so I came in here instead. I didn't mean to interrupt anything…"
"Grow up," Sydney mumbled under her breath.
"You didn't interrupt," Cody said at once. Sydney glanced at him, and he shushed her with a smile. "But I don't realize what I can do to make your bad dream better…"
"I thought maybe I could sleep in here," she said in a small voice. "But I need a bed since my back is weak, so…"
With a surprisingly strong grip, she grabbed Sydney's wrist and pulled her out of her own bed. She tumbled to the floor, and then Rosalina climbed into her place.
"Dude," Sydney sounded outraged. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Gab, are you still awake?" Jake's whisper floated across the dark room.
"Don't call me that," she mumbled, her voice quivering a little.
"Are you alright? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," her voice was stronger now, but her teeth chattered together obviously. Having only brought down a single blanket amidst all of the pillows, the brunette was freezing as she huddled together on the futon to keep warm.
"Are you crying?" he asked incredulously.
"You wish. I'm cold."
"Well here, have one of my blankets."
"I'd rather die."
"You're probably going to. Of hypothermia. It's like October and the AC is on, seriously take a blanket!"
"Just leave me alone, creep."
Jake didn't press it, he turned back to silent. Gabi felt her eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and her breathing grow steadier. Right before she fell asleep, she reached a dreamlike state.
It seemed faraway and close at the same time. She felt-or dreamed? that Jake was getting out of his makeshift bed on the recliner and tucking a blanket around her shoulders. As if it could get anymore unbelievable, he leaned down and brushed his lips across her forehead.
"I've missed you too, love."
"What do you mean?" Rosalina looked confused of Sydney's outrage.
"Okay, this is too weird," Cody climbed out of his bed. "Look Rose, Gabi and Jake are in the basement. Why don't you go down there with them?"
"Or just back to your own bed?" Sydney demanded, knowing that if Rosalina went down there too, Gabi would be ready to kill Sydney. If she wasn't already.
"Because I'm scared," she pouted on Cody's bed, and he sighed before sitting down next to her. She looked up at him innocently, casually brushing against her robe so it opened even more and exposed more tan skin.
"Look," Rosalina started. "I know I'm annoying you, Codes, and that you've got a girlfriend now and everything. I'm sorry, I just thought we were still friends. I guess I was wrong, though, since you won't even help me. I'm sorry I was so stupid."
"No, Rosalina, wait," Cody grabbed her wrist as she stood up, and she turned around hopefully. He cast a look at Sydney, who just looked away and then sighed. "We are friends. I'm sorry. Here, you can sleep in my bed and I'll sleep right here on the floor. Syd, do you want to go grab two sleeping bags from upstairs?"
"Two? Why two?"
"One for me and one for you."
"I'm actually going to go sleep in my own bed," Sydney put a hand on her hip. Rosalina can sleep in yours or hers or whatever, and you can sleep on the floor in one of those rooms. Now get out."
"Syd," Cody sighed, but she just shook her head stubbornly.
"I said get out."
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