AN: I don't know why, but I really wanted to write this! I've been re-watching World Tour and I realized just how much I loved Noah's character. Then later on, I realized I loved the interaction between him and Owen. I would like to add that for some reason my computer doesn't like my spell check and got rid of it because it hates me, so if you see any spelling errors, kindly let me know and I'll do my best to fix them. J But most of them should be caught by the Doc. Manager. Disclaimer: If I owned the series, I would have better things to do than to read, write and listen to YouTube all day. . .

Owen sat in his living room with a sigh. He looked down at the ground with a frown on his usually cheerful face.

"What's the matter, Son?" His dad asked putting a hand on his son's large back.

"There's nothing to do," he complained. "I'm so used to all of my free time being wasted at Total Drama and then spending the rest of my time at school! This is the first weekend I've had and it's pretty dull."

"Why don't you hang out with one of your little friends?" His mom asked from the kitchen. Her voice was barely heard over the sizzling of the grill.

"Well, most of them are hanging out with their old friends from before Total Drama. I guess I'm the only one who never really had friends before the show. Well except Noah, but I can't seem to get a hold of him. I've been trying to call ever since I woke up."

"Maybe he doesn't have his phone on him," his dad pointed out.

"He doesn't live far from here," his mom added. "Why don't you run over and see if you and your little friend can play."

Owen smiled. "Yeah, alright! That's a great idea! Whoo!" He headed for the door.

"Don't you want to eat lunch first?" His mom asked.

Owen hesitated. "Nah, my little buddy is more important!" He left the house cheering.

Owen arrived at Noah's house a little while later. The first thing he noticed was that there was no car in the driveway. I hope he's home! He knocked. No answer. Disappointment crashed down on the usually happy teen. "Little buddy are you home?" He knocked again, not really wanting to believe that Noah wasn't around to hang out. He was about to turn around when he heard Noah's voice.

"Ugh! Come in!" Owen smiled widely, and quickly opened the door. He looked around and saw Noah laying down on the couch, a thin blanket over him. He saw Owen and rolled his eyes and groaned. "Owen?"

"Who else do you know that calls you 'Little Buddy'?"

"Must of missed that part. I just woke up to furious knocking. I thought maybe I got lucky and the police was here to arrest my mom."

"You just woke up?!" Owen exclaimed. "It's 12:30 in the afternoon!" He walked further into the house and stood by Noah.

"Am I not allowed to sleep in on a Saturday?" He asked sitting up.

"Why were you sleeping on the couch?" Owen asked.

"Why are you asking a whole bunch of random, pointless questions?" Owen just stared at him, and Noah sighed. "I was in my bed, I woke up, came down here, and fell asleep on the couch. Was that answer satisfying eno-" he stopped and began to cough harshly, causing his sore throat and aching head to throb.

"Noah!" Owen gasped. "Are you sick?"

"No, I'm perfectly healthy," Noah said sarcastically with an eye roll. He laid back down and closed his eyes. "Is there anything I can do?" Owen asked worriedly.

"You leaving wouldn't totally suck."

"Oh. . ." Owen said, the words really hurting his feelings. "Well uh. . . Feel better little buddy. . ." He headed for the door, but Noah stopped him.

"Owen, wait!" The cynical teen said. He sat up again. "I'm sorry. You can stay if you really want to, but I don't know if I'll be much company. I also don't want to get you-"

"Oh, little buddy you're the greatest!" Owen cheered happily. He ran over and hugged Noah tightly.

"Sick," Noah finished his sentence, not that it really mattered now.

Owen let go and laughed. "Sorry. I'm terrible with personal space."

"Really? I had no idea. . ." He laid down again.

"Do you want to go to your room? I can carry you."

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"No."

"No you're not sure?"

"I don't need to go to my room, Owen." Noah said as calmly as he could. "Besides the living room is closer to the bathroom in case I need to make a third trip."

"Where's your mom at? She should be taking care of you! Is she at work?" Owen asked.

"You're guess is as good as mine, big guy," Noah said with a sigh.

"Oh. . ." Owen said quietly suddenly feeling sad. He then brightened. "I could take care of you!"

"The very idea of that just makes me ecstatic," Noah said, sounding bored and tired.

"It'll be fun!" Owen said cheerfully.

"Oh yeah, a real blast," Noah sighed.

"You're sweating a lot."

"That's nice."

"Do you have a fever?"

"Probably."

"Do you have thermometer?"

"Probably."

"Should your temperature be checked?"

"Probably."

Owen sighed at his Noah's bored attitude. "Would you let me check it?"

"Probably not," the sarcastic teen said, rolling over away from Owen.

"Noah!" Owen complained. "But what if it's higher than it looks?"

"I doubt it."

"We'll never know until we check!" Owen pointed out.

Noah faced him again and rolled his eyes. "Fine, whatever! It's not like you would just let it go anyway!"

"Of course not! You're my little buddy!" Owen said, running into the bathroom to go get a thermometer.

"Stop calling me that!" Noah called after him. "I'm not that little."

"Are you kidding me? Your tiny!" Noah heard him rummaging around his bathroom until he cheered. "WHOO HOO!" Noah guessed that this meant he found it. Owen came out into the living room with the thermometer in his hand. "It's a new one too!"

"I'm so happy for it."

"Open up, little guy!" Owen said happily. Noah raised his eyebrows, but opened his mouth. "In fifteen seconds we'll know your temperature!" Noah wanted to say something back, but knew he probably wouldn't be understood with the thermometer in his mouth anyway. Owen took it out of his mouth when it beeped. He looked at it and gasped. "You're at 102 degrees! I told you it would be higher than you expected!"

"It's actually a lot lower. I feel like I'm on fire."

"Then why do you have a blanket?" Owen asked.

"Because when I don't, I feel like I'm back in the Yukon with Chris."

"Is there anything I can do?" Owen asked, feeling really sorry for his little buddy.

"You could go do something quietly while I sleep?" Noah suggested hopefully, feeling more and more tired as he listened to Owen's way too cheerful rambling. Owen looked like he was about to say something but his stomach grumbled loudly.

"Are you hungry, or are you about to pass gas?" Noah asked raising an eyebrow at Owen. "Please tell me it's the first one."

"I skipped lunch," Owen explained. "You wouldn't happen to have any extra food around, would ya?"

"Knock yourself out, big guy," Noah said, taking this opportunity to get some sleep.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat too?" Owen asked.

"The idea of eating makes me want to hurl all over again. So no, not really." Owen looked like he was ready to protest, but Noah's eyes were closed and he decided to let his little buddy get some rest as he headed into the kitchen to grab himself something to eat.

AN: I am sorry if anything seems incomplete. When I upload it to the Doc Manager sometimes a few words get deleted every now and then. I usually find them all, but I do apologize if I missed one. :D This is my first TD fic, so I am excited to see how it turns out. Next chapter will be up soon, but probably not tomorrow. If you have any suggestions for me, please do let me know! I also am worried that I didn't get the characters down right. . . Hopefully I wasn't too far off? Please do let me know! Thanks!