"It's just, how can she do this!"

"Squib, you need to calm down," Cameron reasoned, "and please stop pacing, you're making me nervous."

"She's leaving, Cameron! New York! That's a whole other country! How can we just let Cody leave?"

"I know she's leaving, man. And I a huge drag, I don't want her to go either. But why are you suddenly freaking out now? I mean she flies out tonight. Could you not have voiced this opinion two weeks ago what there was still a chance of talking her out of it?" Cameron asked.

"I didn't think she was serious two weeks ago! I thought she'd get this thing out of her system within a few days, and realize she doesn't want to leave! We're her friends, why would she leave?"

"Well," Cameron said, sitting on his bed, "you haven't exactly been helping our attempts to win her over, have you?"

"What do you mean?" Squib asked.

"You've practically ignored her for two weeks! And it's not like you expressed any opinion about her going. All you said was 'Have fun in NY'."

"Well, what am I supposed to do now?" Squib sighed, running his hands though his blond hair, "She leaves in, like, half and hour."

"Go over and talk to her," Cameron suggested, "it's worth a shot." Squib said nothing more, but made his exit and ran toward the faculty dorms.

"Oh, hi Squib," Dr. Myers said, opening the door.

"Hey Mr. Myers, can I talk to Cody quickly?" Squib said, a little out of breath.

Hartley smiled, "Sure, go on up." Squib said thank you and ran up the stairs.

"Cody?" He knocked once and opened the door. The room was almost empty. No pictures on the wall, no clothes in her closet. All her stuff was packed up and ready to go, Squib had passed the boxed in the hall on the way up. All that remained were some streamers and balloons that Cody was now picking up, left over from the party that had been thrown in Cody's honor mere hours ago.

She turned around, "Oh, hey Squib. What's up?"

"I need to talk to you. Don't worry, I'll make it quick."

"Okay, shoot."

"Don't go," Squib said simply.

Cody blinked, "What?"

"I said don't go," he repeated.

"What do you mean 'don't go'?"

"I mean don't go to New York. Stay here, at Cascadia!" Squib's voice was sounding desperate.

"Squib, I can't stay! I have to leave in a matter of minutes!" She half-shouted at him.

"But we're you friends, Cody! We'll miss you…I'll miss you. I don't know what I'm going to do without you. Don't go," Squib finished in a whisper.

"I can't believe you," Cody said quietly, "you decide to dump this on me now? Two minutes before I leave? Where were you two weeks ago, Squib, when I needed to hear all this?" Squib could hear the anger in her steadily rising voice.

"Cody, I know, and I'm sorry! I was a total jerk about this! But I'm here now, and I'm asking you: Please don't leave," Squib said frantically.

"Cody," Dr. Myers' voice echoed up the stairs, "we've gotta go!"

"Coming dad!" Cody yelled back.

"Cody, please…" Squib was cut off.

"You're to late, Squib," she brushed past him and made her way down the stairs. A part of Squib told him to follow her, try to convince her. But he knew it was useless; he had waited too long, and now all he could do was stand in her room and watch the car drive away through the window.

"You okay, kiddo?" Hartley asked his daughter as they drove away. For a moment, Cody considered telling her dad to turn the car around; she knew he would do it. But the logical part of her stepped in. Cascadia was a tennis school, and her life had nothing to do with Tennis. Cascadia wouldn't get her anywhere, this new school would. Even if all her friends were here, it wasn't enough to make her stay. If Squib had come to her two weeks ago, maybe she would have. No. She knew she would have ripped up the letter in a heartbeat, had she heard his confession earlier. But it was too late, she had made her choice.

"Yeah, dad. Just fine."

I don't know what to do when the fire's going out
I don't know where it ends and I don't know where it starts
You tell me that I have to wait until tomorrow
But I don't know if I can make it through today
You will never know
What it's like to be here what it's like to be me
I won't let it show
What I'm really feeling now that you are leaving
One year later and the fire's going strong
I don't know what I did and I don't know what went wrong
You tell me that I have to wait until tomorrow
But I don't know if I can make it through today
I don't know what you want from me it's something that I cannot see
And everything you want from me is something I will never be