Disclaimer: I do not own SLOZAC or SLOD or any of their characters.

This is the sequel to More Than Friendship. Feel free to read it, since it will come in handy.

Fart Therapy

Cody and Bailey had gotten back together, so London knew that she shouldn't try to win Cody over. She may be mean to Bailey, but they were friends and she didn't want to hurt her.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

London noticed that she still had Cody's phone and even though it was none of her business (who cared?) she picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

"Hey, Cody! Oh wait London, is that you?"

"Yeah, I kind of took Cody's phone and forgot to give it back to him."

"Well," Bailey began, about to get into a lecture. "First of all, stealing someone's phone is very immature. And then, you actually picked up when I called? That is very rude, I mean what if Cody had a therapist and he didn't want anyone to know other than his girlfriend?"

"Cody has a therapist," London asked, surprised.

"What! Oh, no! I was just speaking theoretical," Bailey corrected, her voice trailing off at the end.

"Sure you were. Anyway, I'll bring the phone over to his cabin now. Bye." London hung up before Bailey could say bye, like she actually cared about Bailey saying bye, and set off to Cody's cabin. On the way she ran into Zack.

"Hey, um, Zack, do you know where Cody's cabin is?"

"Yeah, London," Zack said. "It's over here. Follow me!" He started running and London had a hard time catching up.

London panted, "Hello! I'm in high heels here! Can't really run!" But Zack had already zoomed out of sight, leaving London lost. She wandered around for a bit, looking for Cody's room. Finally she had found it. She knocked on the door and was soon greeted by Cody.

"Hey, London. What are you doing here?"

"Just returning your phone. I forgot to give it back to you. You know, bailey get really annoying when she's annoyed."

Cody looked appalled. "My little Hay Bail would never do that!"

"What about when you broke up in Paris? Didn't she annoy you then?"

"Well, um, uh," Cody looked around for a while, stunned on what to say, "Yes," he finally choked up.

"See! Now was that so hard?"

"Uh, yes! Now if you don't mind I'm going to go visit Bailey by the pool."

Cody on his way out forgot to close the door. London, who was curios, walked in.

Woody, finally done with his five chili dogs, spoke up, "Hi London! Were any more applications sent in to Cody?"

London stood up straight still. "The applications!"

"Wait? What happened?"

"Okay, listen it's a long story, but I need to get that phone from Cody!"

"Tell why and I'll help."

"Listen Woody! I can't tell you!"

"Well then I can't help."

"What if I gave you a life supply of hot dogs?"

"How about half a life supply and you tell me?"

"Ugh, fine! You know how I had viewers send in their applications to Cody?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, you see, I, sort of, like Cody and I sent in an application-"

Woody cut her off. "Wait! You like Cody?"

"Yes, okay, and now I need to get that phone back and delete that text before her finds out!"

"But what if he already saw it?"

"He couldn't have. I had the phone this whole week so he couldn't have checked it. And also, he is gonna be with Bailey for a while so no one else will text him. This way he won't check his inbox."

"And what if he gets another application?"

"Oh I already ended the contest."

"So basically you have a couple of days before Cody finds out?"

"Yes and I need you to help."

"Why should I?"

"Oh my God! I already explained what I would give you if you helped!"

"Oh yeah, the life supply of hot dogs and hamburgers," Woody said with a grin.

"Yes, of course!"

"Thanks, London. So what do you need me to do?"

"Well…"

That night, Cody and Woody were getting ready for sleep, both in their respective beds. That is, until Woody began farting.

"Agh! Woody, that smells horrible! What did you eat?"

"Let's see. Cold pizza, blue cheese, chilidogs, beans with maple syrup, and some mushrooms."

"Damnit, Woody! Get me out of here!" He ran out of the room, but before he did, he grabbed his cell phone. "I'm rooming with Zack and Marcus tonight!"

Woody hung his head down. "Dangit!"

The next morning London approached Woody with a look of anxiety on her face.

"So did he leave and forget his phone?"

"Well he left. But he brought his phone with him."

"Eh, I thought he would have forgotten it."

"Hey London, I just realized something. You like Cody, but you made him suffer through my toxic farts?"

"Oh, well, I didn't mean it like that. I just, well, thought it would work out. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, and if he ever found out, I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I'll just lie and tell him I did it on my own."

"Aw, you would lie, for me?"

"Yeah, London! I mean we are friends. Right?"

London was disgusted, but tried to hide it as best as she could. "Of course we are, Woody."

London took this opportunity to slip away from Woody and slip off to the smoothie bar to talk to Zack.

"Hi Zack!"

"Oh, hi London," he called.

"I was wondering how Cody and Bailey are now."

"Don't even get me started! But I'm just glad that my little bro is happy again."

"Oh, okay," London said, spinning around her seat so that her back was facing Zack.

"Hey, London what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"When people say nothing it doesn't mean nothing. So what's wrong? You can tell me."

"Do you promise not to tell anyone?"

"Of course. I swear that I will not tell anybody. You have my word I won't."

"Okay here it is. "I. I like. I like your brother, Cody Martin, though he will never like me back.

Oh, cliffhanger. I wonder how Zack will react! Well, I don't, since I am writing this, but I bet you wonder how he'll react. You'll just have to keep reading to find out. Please review!