I don't know where I am or how I got here, but I was... floating. No, that's not the right word... I was in some sort of bubble. Soon I realized I couldn't breathe. I held my breath and closed my eyes. 'Where am I?' I thought. Soon, the love of my life's face appeared: Cody Anderson. He floated towards me, and I was suddenly aware that I was underwater. That explained why I was floating, and why I couldn't breathe. But... I didn't feel wet. "Noah..." Cody spoke my name. Oh, so we could talk underwater, but we couldn't breathe? I tried to say something, but nothing came out. "Noah... Noah..." Cody repeated. "Noah... Noah... Noah..."
"NOAH!!" Owen yelled. I quickly sat up. Oh, it was just a dream. Owen winced at me, and I was aware that I was only in my boxers. I grabbed my covers and pulled them over my body like a cape. I realized that Trent, Duncan and... Cody were in the room. I could feel my face get hot, but they probably couldn't tell because of my dark skin. I realized that Cody was staring at me. No, not me.... my chest. He quickly turned red and looked away.
Curse my pale skin. He could TOTALLY tell I was blushing after seeing him shirtless! I decided not to worry about it... for now.
Later I decided to take a shower. I put my headphones in my ears and started blasting music really loudly. I had to get Noah off of my mind. I knew no one was in here, because it's lunch time. But I decided to stay behind to, you know, shower.
I took my clothes off and looked for a towel. I wrapped it around my waist and opened the door. The shower was already running... someone must have left it on. I took my headphones out and put my iPod on the counter. Oh no..... someone was in the shower. I could tell because someone's figure was visible against the shower curtain. They were singing very loudly. I didn't know who it was, so I slowly re-opened the door to make my escape. "Hello?" the person in the shower said. "Who's there?" I stopped in fear. The water stopped, and the shower curtain opened enough to only see the head of someone.... NOAH.
Apparently we were both so surprised that Noah slipped and tore the curtains off accidently. I also dropped my towel in shock. Noah quickly stood up. We were both standing there...... naked.
Ugh. Chef's mashed potatoes does NOT go down easy. I had to make it to the bathroom...
I rushed into the cabin only to hear screaming from the bathroom. I quickly opened the door to see Noah and Cody NAKED.
"WOAH!!" I screamed. I fell back, yelling. "What happened? You okay, dude?" Trent said, rushing to my aid. He turned his head and screamed at the sight I saw. He covered his eyes and ran into a wall.
"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!" Cody yelled. I could hear him grabbing a towel, hopefully to cover himself. "It was an accident!" Noah chimed in. Trent was groaning in pain, probably from running into the wall. I opened my eyes enough to see Trent's nose gushing blood.
An hour later me and Trent were lying in out beds, Trent with a broken nose, and me with a sprained wrist. "Look, guys, we're REALLY sorry," Cody babbled. Him and Cody would NOT stop talking about how it was an accident. I believed them. I noticed how red Cody's face was. Seriously, it was literally as red as a tomato!
I was traumatized after the experience. I decided to clear my mind and go on go on the laptop Cody borrowed from Sierra. He wouldn't mind, would he? I went on my e-mail. GAH!! 394 NEW E-MAILS?!?! I sighed and started clicking on the junkmail and deleting them. Delete. Delete. Delete. Ooh, free skin care treatment?...... Delete. Soon I came across an e-mail from my cousin Nathan. 'MUST CLICK U WON"T BELIEVE THIS', the message said. I clicked on it. A link to a website called... Fanpop? I scrolled through. There was a club called 'TDI's Noah and Cody'...
With slight hesitation, I clicked on it. The pictures were drawings of me and Cody... hugging? Holding hands?! KISSING?!?! I quickly closed the laptop. 'Take a deep breath,' I told myself. 'See what these people are up to!'
I opened up the laptop again and read some articles. I couldn't BELIEVE my eyes. Soon Cody walked in, blushing at the sight of me.
"Hey, Noah..." he said. I quickly closed the laptop and stuffed it under my pillow. "Hey, Cody." I grinned, sitting on my pillow. "Is that... my laptop?" Cody said, pointing to my pillow. I sighed. "Um, yeah. I hope you don't mind, I just needed to check my e-mail..." I pulled it out and opened it. Cody tried to look at it, but I turned the laptop away. "If you want to see this, you have to be ready." I said. Cody nodded and leaned in to see.
I wish I hadn't seen that fan page.
After I read every word on that page, seen every picture, clicked on every poll, it was overwhelming.
But I totally played it cool.
"Cool it, Cody!" I cried as he rolled around on the floor, FREAKING OUT about the fan page. He was wailing and laughing and crying and... he was a mess.
5 minutes later, Cody was still freaking out. He sat up rubbing his eyes and sniffling. I rolled my eyes. "Are you done?" I said, throwing a box of tissues at him. "Ow!" he said, rubbing his head where the box had hit him. "And, yes. But who ARE these people writing about us?"
"I don't know, Cody. Does it LOOK like I know?" I said, trying to look up some of the users who write the articles. Cody rolled his eyes and sat down next to me. When our hands touched slightly, we quickly removed our hands in disgust. Those pictures we saw can snap you OUT of it. The first user that loaded..... mehparty3. "I'm gonna give this 'mehparty3' a piece of my mind..." I grumbled, typing up furiously an angry note. 'Dear mehparty3, My name is Noah Ishtar. There is a club about Cody Anderson and I that looks like we're dating. You have written the latest article about us. IT is horrifying and disgusting. WHo do you think you are? Explain yourself.' I typed.
The next day, I checked on that note i sent to that monster. She had commented, "2 long, didnt read lol XD" I angrily typed a short summary of the note I sent: "You write bad of Cody and Noah. Stop." There. That should get her attention.
Who is this nerd, anyway?
Pretending he's THE Noah Ishtar? Pfft. Laaame. Why is he writing these notes? I'm not THAT stupid.
I realized that I could begin a chat with him! I clicked on his Icon and typed "r u 'noah ishtar'?"
sarcasm64: YES I AM. WHO ARE YOU?!
mehparty3: woah. calm down buddy. whats ur prob?
sarcasm64: OH. whats MY problem? YOURE THE ONE WITH THE PROBLEM. STOP POSTING THOSE ARTICLES ABOUT ME AND CODY.
I laughed. This is sooo going in my latest article.
I slammed the laptop shut after reading her latest article. "That B!T(H!" I screamed, kicking my book across the room. Trent burst in. "Dude, what are you doing?" he said. I sighed. "Long story. I'm just ANGRY at the WRITER!!!" Trent ducked as I threw another book across the room. "Dude, you could kill someone!" he cried. I stopped. "I could, you know, with all this anger....." I said. "HEY, HEATHER!!" I yelled trying to run out the door. "NO!" Trent yelped, trying to hold me back. "Noah.... Stop..... fighting...!" he said.
"I NEED TO KILL SOMEONE!" Noah yelled, struggling against me. I had to do something.... I spotted an open pizza box. It was Owen's, but I had to...
I grabbed the remaining pizza slices and slapped Noah's face. He fell to the ground, unconsious, and his face covered in grease.
Owen stormed in. "PIZZA?!" he cried, sniffing the air. He saw the slices of pizza covering Noah's shirt. "Oooh, yum." Owen said, picking up a piece and beginning to eat it.
I winced. "Ewww, gross, dude!" I turned away. But when I turned back, all of the pizza slices were gone and Owen's tounge was about to touch Noah's face to lick the grease. "Ew, dude, get up!" I said. Owen sadly got up. "But I'm hungry!" I looked around. "Um, I don't know... go fish up a fish and cook it." I said. Owen's face brightened. "Okay!" he said, dashing out the door.
I rolled my eyes and picked up my guitar. I hummed along with the chords I was playing. I began to write a new song about Gwen.
Noah slowly opened his eyes. "Huh...?" he mumbled. Thinking quick, I started strumming a lullaby with my guitar. "Lullaby, and goodnight, go to sleep now, greasy Noah," I sang softly. I didn't know the words, so I just made them up as I went. "Owen tried, to lick your face, but I stopped him, now you're safe." Noah began to close his eyes again. I sang softer and wrapped up the song.
"The other day I saw you, and Cody there naked, I ran into a wall, and got a nose bleed." I finished the song, hearing Noah snoring. 'I'm a good iprov lullaby singer,' I thought to myself, writing down what I just sang.
I put down my guitar and began to search for help to get Noah unconsious, even though I'M the one responsible. But no one needs to know that.
TO BE CONTINUED