If you're looking for a story that comes in 'episodes' then I think you just came to the right place. This is a little 'series' about Noah, Cody and Harold. They're like a team and they either cease trouble or cause trouble. It all depends on how it goes out. A lot of stories will need an update, but this one won't be updated very easily. Then again all my stories that need updating no longer update fast. I'm still working on New Dork City, but if I'm ever uninterested in updating it for a temporary period of time, this is what I'll work on.

Prologue: Recruiting Noah

Total Drama High – a school where all TD cast members are forced to study in order to get a scholarship. Hosted by their former sadistic host, Chris McLain and his so-called-sidekick: Chef, the school brings nothing but torment, humiliation, and to top it all off: Drama, into the school.

It wasn't that bad for some of the students. Some even tried to find the fun in being in that school. Duncan had his way of fighting fire with fire. Like the same, old juvenile he was, he stopped at nothing to bully all the 'dweebs' who unwillingly get in his way. Courtney had it all too. She elected herself as president- no; Vice President. She became a runner-up. However, she never stopped Duncan doing his dirty tricks against everyone, especially those she hated. Somehow, the popular, overrated couple got together again. It started with screaming like they were about to have a divorce, and then it ended with a make out session.

Izzy on the other hand also fought fire with fire… using fire. The rules and regulations of the school, assigned by chef, were burned to smithereens by Izzy's flamethrower – which was disguised as a ballpen. It's without a doubt that she made it herself. Owen, on the other hand, still liked stalking her. She knew that and she let him. Oftentimes during lunch break, they'd start an eating contest.

Geoff and Bridgette made out as usual. They even tried finding places, that didn't have security cameras, so that they can have their private time. Tyler and Lindsay made out frequently too; even during gym class, that is before Lindsay, once again, gets hit in the face by a dodgeball. Sam and Dakota made out too, especially during video games. Win or lose, they both get a smooch. And speaking of Dakota, she's just like Justin: showing off her good looks and jaw dropping every boy who looked at her, much to Sam's envy. Surprisingly, even Heather and Alejandro stayed out of trouble and started paying attention to themselves. They could take over the world together if they were ready.

Gwen, as usual, was herself back when she was a loner in her previous school. But she didn't feel alone now that Trent was by her side. They're not together – yet. Their noticeable flirting makes it obvious that they wanted to start over.

Even looks could kill. Justin literally attracts everyone like a magnet. It's seemingly obvious how Katie and Sadie would follow him everyday, chatting and gossiping about him while he hears it all. It was annoying. Even Beth started stalking along with them, but she's aware that he can be a jerk sometimes… and a narcissist.

Sugar's looks literally kill… in a horrible sense. It's a good thing Leonard found something to like about her. Heck, not even Rodney took an interest on her! And he's the one who hits on every girl so quickly. It's not his fault.

And as for Shawn, every face in the school, except Jasmine's, look like a soon-to-be-undead feature. Still paranoid about zombies, he's sworn to protect Jasmine and himself from everyone whom he believes will become an infected species.

Amy and Samey would still fight, but Amy would always be the one starting it. Due to similar tastes in optimism, and Chris, Topher and Ella got together. DJ and Dawn found one thing in common: They're both nature-loving sweethearts. After DJ lost his bunny, it turns out the school's backyard had loads of them! As for the aura reader, Dawn wouldn't let B feel left out so of course she'd let him join. Scott watched from afar, but he was more focused on winning Courtney back, to which Duncan objects.

Brick, Jo, and Lightning would go at great ends to see who the best was. Brick would always win because after Jo and Lightning's arrogance and quarrelling on who wins, at least Brick knows how to be a good sport.

Scarlett and Max hardly changed. However, Scarlett left her mask on once again. Nobody from Pahkitew Island would go near her, but at least she knows that nobody else knows who she really is. Max, as usual, kept up his dirty schemes. Moreover, he'd say the word evil a lot, causing Sugar to crack up laughing. Speaking of Pahkitew Island members, Dave and Sky got together again. Although, if there's one thing Sky would have to help Dave improve on, it's his strange personality on losing his mind on several occasions.

Mike and Zoey continued to obtain a stable relationship, but Anne Maria kept getting in the way. Thankfully for the couple, Ezekiel was there to keep Anne Maria busy. He became his normal self again, and no longer acted like a deranged lunatic. Sadly, he still keeps his home-schooled personality: unaware of the outside world, and unknowingly offending women with his sexist remarks. To add things up, Staci would annoy the heck out of Anne Maria, and sometimes everyone else, bragging about how her great ancestors created a school of torture such as the one they stand before today.

Interns were everywhere, serving as janitors and sometimes substitute teachers. One of the only official teachers around here was Blainely. And it's obvious that Chris took away her spotlight. Chef Hatchet was more than just a cafeteria man, he can be the world's most traumatizing military teacher ever. However, he wasn't a threat for Eva. She could literally give him a falcon punch. It was epic… for the students, and Chris.

It was perfect, or so it seemed perfect in the eyes of Harold, who spies on everyone using his binoculars. He couldn't find his Fair Leshawna anywhere. That is until-

"Harold?"

The uber geek jumped in surprise and looked to where his back faced. "Oh, hi, Leshawna." He gave her a smile and wiped off the invisible dust from his uniform. That's right, everyone had to wear a uniform. It's one of Chris' annoying rules of dictatorship- or rather the school he runs. Luckily, they had at least three variations. Harold wore one of those Japanese uniforms, a gakuran. He was happy he suggested that sort of style. A lot of the guys seemed to like it too. If only they knew it was his idea.

"What are you doing, spying on everyone like that?" she asked.

"Well, I, uh… I'm a wallflower. Yeah, that's it," he answered sheepishly. "I just like watching everyone. It's better than causing too much trouble, am I right?"

"I suppose so. But why can't you hang out with me? I'm free at the moment," said Leshawna.

"This may be a free country, Leshawna, but the school isn't-"

"You know what I mean," she cut him off bluntly. Harold scratched his head nervously. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just looking for someone, that's all."

"Couldn't you at least hang out with that guy named Beardo? He's got excellent beat boxing skills like you do," she suggested.

"Nah... He can't be as good as I am." He brought his binoculars to his eyes, which were soon snatched by Duncan. His neck was snatched too.

"Hey!" Harold shouted.

"Well, well, well? What does this dweeb have here? I could use these to spy on Courtney," he said deviously.

The nerd glared and took his binoculars back. "Save it, Dunderhead, I need these more than you do!" Duncan glared at him and grabbed him by his collar. "Oh yeah, what for? You wanna look at all the ladies changing in the dressing room?" Harold blushed. It wasn't his real intention, but it sounded like a plan.

Leshawna raged up. "Duncan, stop, that's enough!" Duncan growled at her and shoved him away. "Fine, keep that hunk of junk! Call me names again, and it's the last thing that you do," he warned. Harold gulped, but overall, he wasn't threatened. He shook his head and grabbed his bag, which was on the ground. "I better get going. My friend needs me." He gave Leshawna a quick peck before running off.

"Don't run on the hallway, sweetheart!" she called out. He was already gone.

In a small Nerd Hangout, bolts and screws were heard falling on the ground. Harold went to the door and unlocked it. Stepping inside, he saw his friend fixing something. The frail boy wore a white rolled up sleeve polo shirt with dark school pants and dress shoes. His hair was a mess and sweat ran down his neck.

"Hey Cody, did you fix my computer?" he asked.

Cody flinched and lifted his head up. He smiled. "Hey, Harold. I'm getting there. In fact, I'm not just fixing it, I'm improving it too!" he wiped the sweat off his forehead and breathed out slowly. "What do you think?"

Harold gazed at his new computer. It was heavenly. "Tada! Behold, with a newly advanced motherboard, created by moi, both a touch screen and a keyboard, but much bigger than an ipad and laptop combined, a newly fixed mousepad, and a newly designed livery. And above all: a super HD screen with fast performance, holding at most ten terabytes and-"

"OKAY, STOP, STOP! You're giving me a heart attack! Gosh darn it, Cody, how long did you work on this?" Harold asked, dangerously astonished.

"Oh, you know, since the day you broke it. Which was-" counting his fingers, Cody said "A week ago."

Harold offered him a high five, to which Cody returned. "Well it sure was worth the wait!" he said. "Sierra was looking for you by the way. Without you, she had Cameron to cover up for your loss."

Cody sighed. "Hey, I could use a break from her you know!" Keeping his tools, he asked Harold excitedly. "And it's good you were patient… now where's my offer?"

Harold's faced changed. He looked away and chuckled nervously. "Yeah, about that…" Cody knew the answer and sighed hopelessly. "Harold… you promised!" he whined.

"I did, Cody, I did. I haven't let you down yet," Harold assured him.

"You're already letting me down," Cody deadpanned. "Didn't you try that idea I gave you?"

"You mean 'Project Initiation'? Yeah… you see…"

*Flashback*

Harold lined his paper, and his glasses, and looked at his first volunteer. "So, why do you want to be a part of our group?" he asked formally.

"Well I think I have the character to be a part of this group. After all, you require smart alecks to join, correct?"

"Yes that is correct… but according to this report card I received from Chris, he revealed to me that you were once an evil maniac who planned to take over Total Drama Pahkitew Island by blowing up the island in exchange for the prize of one million dollars. Is this true?" Harold asked.

Scarlett laughed half-heartedly. "Yeah… well he does love compromising the truth, doesn't he?"

"Yes, but-"

"AM I JOINING THIS GROUP OR ARE YOU WASTING MY TIME ACCUSING ME OF BEING YOUR ADVERSARY?!" she roared. Harold screamed and fell off of his chair. "Yes I am wasting your time… you may go," he said, not getting back on his seat. Assuaged, Scarlett's usual smile returned and she bowed. "Thank you for dismissing me. Have a good day," she said sweetly before walking away.

"So Izzy, why are you interested in being a part of our group?" Harold asked. He knew this was a bad idea. Before she answered, she grabbed her flamethrower.

"Oh you know… cuz I like BURNING STUFF!" She pulled the trigger, the room burning with its sudden blaze. "AHAHAHAH!" she laughed maniacally. Harold screeched and ducked under the desk until the sprinklers went off.

A hand poked from the desk, revealing Harold's index finger pointing to the ceiling. "NEXT!"

"So tell me, for a brawny guy like you, do you even have the brains to join our group?" Harold asked, his body burned.

"I'm not sure… but you do get to ask pretty ladies out right? I wanna learn more about women. Is there a girl in your group I should know about?" asked Rodney, who for some reason wanted to join.

Harold stroked his half-dead forehead with his hand. "Yeah… our group has nothing to do with getting girls. And NO, we don't have a girl in our group… yet. NEXT!"

"Okay, my Fair Leshawna, are you interested in joining our group? I could really use the motivation from you," Harold said sweetly.

Leshawna rolled her eyes. "Aren't you somethin', Sugarbaby. But can I say one thing?"

"What's that, darling?" he asked dreamily.

"I can't… I'm busy with a lot of things and I'd like it better if you pick someone who's just as smart and… geeky as you."

"Oh… okay," Harold muttered, feeling rejection. "Next…"

"So, Al, are you worthy of joining our group?" Harold asked to the 'sexiest' man alive.

Alejandro glared and headed for the door. Harold stopped him. "And just where do you think YOU'RE going?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I like how I'm being treated around here," Alejandro retorted.

"Oh, really? Just like how you treated ALL of us who stepped into your shoes? For a 'smart' guy like you, you can't seem to get a clue can you?" Harold scoffed.

Alejandro huffed. "I've heard better comebacks from my perfect girlfriend. Go waste your time inviting someone who's… I don't know… exactly like you." He smirked and walked out the door. "Adios, loser."

Harold glared and growled. "Next!"

"So, Sam, you seem to have the 'nerdiness' in you. Are you in?" Harold asked to the gamer. However, he got no answer as Sam kept his eyes, and ears, on his new game. The geek sighed.

"NEXT!"

Harold placed his elbow on the desk and looked at his next guest impatiently. "And you're here because…" he was close to snapping.

Courtney firmly placed on her hands on her lap. "Well, as Vice President of this school, I have chosen to join this intelligent group because-"

She got cut off in shock as she saw Harold flip the table over. "THAT'S IT! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!"

*Flashback Over*

"- It didn't work out," he admitted.

"You didn't even hear Court—er I mean, Vice President Courtney's speech? She could have been the one," Cody said softly.

"True, but I was that close to snapping... wait, did you say president?" he said, smirking.

"Uh, no. I said 'Vice' President," Cody corrected him.

"THAT'S IT!" said Harold. "Eureka, Cody! I know just WHO to recruit," he added.

"Who?" Cody asked. Harold gave him the look. Cody's eyes widened in realization. Then it narrowed with mischief. He grinned. "Oh… that president…"

"That's right! I haven't seen him all day either," Harold pointed out.

"Oh. B-but what if he says no?" Cody asked.

"He won't! Plus, you're his friend so there's no way he can reject us because of you!"

"He rejects the ladies when they ask him out… they should be asking ME out!" Cody cried.

"Are you a lady?" Harold asked him, smirking.

"No, but-!"

"Then it's settled!" Harold took Cody's hand and pulled him out of their hangout. "Whoa!" Cody exclaimed. "All we have to do is recruit El' Presidente and our group will be complete!"

"You do realize the word 'recruit' is used in the army, right?"

"Our group is like the army: We fight for our reputation. Let's go!" Before they completely left, Harold grabbed his newly fixed laptop.

In the Student Government room, the discussion had just been dismissed. The Secretary, Scarlett, and the treasurer, Cameron, walked out of the room, followed by the Vice President, Courtney, and the President:

Noah.

The bookworm wore the uniform that any nerd would wear: a white, slightly puffed long sleeved polo shirt under a dark, navy vest. He wore the same dark pants and black school shoes that many of the guys are supposed to wear. In case of emergencies, he kept a pair of glasses hidden in his pocket.

"And just so you know, Noah, we need to hand these flyers up by the end of the day. So get to it!" Courtney said.

"And you're telling me that I'm the only one who should do it?" Noah deadpanned, glaring slightly at the former CIT.

Courtney glared and pointed her finger to his chest. "You won the votes, fair and square, so YOU do all the work. Unless if you want to give your position to me instead?"

"Not in your lifetime, honey. Save that in your dreams," Noah scoffed. He grabbed the flyers from Courtney's once full hands and headed off to find the bulletin boards- perfect for hanging up reminders. Courtney glared, rolled her eyes, and walked away. "I should be president… not him," she said to herself.

"There he is!" Cody said, spotting his old friend. Harold looked to Cody's direction and smirked. "Good job, now YOU go there!"

"Me?! But, why?! It was YOUR idea to recruit him," Cody complained.

"Well, it was YOUR idea for asking for a new member! Now hop to it and try not to be so inept this time," Harold nagged. Cody glared and pouted. Without much of a choice, he tried walking over to the busy nerd.

Noah was being cautious. He's currently holding three hundred flyers. What were in them were simply reminders of the cafeteria's latest lunch menu. To make things worse with those papers, each flyer had a writing saying which flyer goes where. They were arranged in a very organized manner, so if he drops them, it's going to be a huge mess for him. It certainly wasn't his idea either. He had his own ideas, to which Courtney always objected. He glared to himself. "So you wanna boss me around, huh Courtney? I'll show you my character when I'm done here," he muttered angrily to himself. Without warning, Cody popped up from behind.

"Hey Noah!"

"AAAH!" Noah shrieked. When he shrieks to a certain degree, even the girls squeal out to him. Losing his balance, he stumbled and fell. Papers came flying everywhere, leaving a huge mess in the hallway. Everyone who saw the whole scene laughed at him and Cody. Harold's eyes widened in horror and sprinted off to help them. He checked each paper to see if they're all in order.

"This goes there, and that goes - roasted lobster? Pffft, as if Chris could afford that for us," he huffed, reading the lunch menu specials. He knew Courtney had a lobster before, so it's obviously her idea. Then he went on organizing. Courtney saw this and smiled. "Aww, can't follow a simple rule, Mr. President? Pity on you, I guess I'll have to tell Chris to do a revote."

Noah jumped to his feet and glared at her, his blood boiling. He growled at her.

"Got nothing to say?" He just growled back. "I thought so. Later, loser," she said, waving to him triumphantly. He looked at Cody, who caused the accident. The boy felt guilty too. Noah glared at him wide eyed and took him by the collar and shook him almost violently. "You- I'M GONNA!" he snapped.

"I'm sorry, Noah! I'm sorry! I'm REALLY sorry!" Cody cried, begging for mercy. He gave Noah a look that even he couldn't resist. Reluctantly, he pushed Cody away and tried to push his bangs away from his face. "Great… Just great. I'm so gonna get demoted for this. How am I gonna get this arranged and hanged by the end of the day?"

"I'm really sorry, Noa-"

"Zip it, pintsize, before I snap again! I find it more annoying when you apologize."

"Who needs demotion anyway?" Harold interrupted, holding the papers as organized. Noah's eyes narrowed at him. He looked for the nearest classroom and opened the door. "Get in. Both of you," he commanded. Harold and Cody looked at each other uneasily and walked in. Harold carefully carried the papers inside and Noah followed. Everyone immediately blew off the commotion and went back to doing their businesses.

The bookworm sat on the teacher's desk. Harold placed the papers on the desk and sat on one of the chairs. Cody did the same, but refused to look at Noah or anyone. He was full of guilt.

"Why'd you drag us in here for?" Harold asked.

"I needed a break… and to check these if these are arranged in order." Noah took each paper one by one and checked them.

"Can't I get a thank you?" Harold complained.

"Can't you shut up? I thanked you by removing you Sir Techie over there from the spotlight of humiliation." Noah reads pretty fast, and within five minutes he double checked every flyer. "They're stacked well. Thanks for that," he confessed.

"You're welcome," Harold replied confidently. Noah looked over at Cody, who still held his head down. The boy didn't cry, but he was close to crying. The cynic sighed and stood up, walking over to the guilt stricken boy. "Hey."

Cody's eyes looked up, but his head didn't. Noah couldn't see that through his bangs. "You're not… going to send me to the principal… are you?" Cody squeaked.

"Believe me, I wish I did-"

"Noah!" Harold shouted.

"Let me finish!" Noah shouted back. "I'm calm now and I won't forgive you until you tell me one thing." Cody refused to say a word, but he was listening to Noah eagerly. "And will you lift your head at me? Don't be rude."

"You're always rude, Noah," Harold admitted.

"Zip it or I'll send YOU to Chef Hatchet's detention class," Noah warned him. He looked at Cody again softly. "Look, I can't work things out with you if you're not listening."

Cody took a deep breath. "I am listening-"

"Then look at me when I'm talking to you," Noah demanded sternly. With extreme hesitation, Cody finally lifted his head to look at him. There weren't any tears on his face. It was just pure guilt and sadness. The nerd shook his head and grabbed a chair nearby. He sat on it and brought himself closer to his friend. "You called me, I'm listening. Now what did you want to tell me? If it's because I'm president now and have little to no time to spend with you, then I'm sorry and I can try to fix that for you."

"It's… It's not important anymore," Cody whispered, although he did miss hanging out with his friend.

"You called me and made me lose my balance, causing all these flyers to fly. I send you and Harold here, and when I finally make the time to talk to you, that's when you're telling me that it's not important?!" Noah asked angrily, his voice rising with every word.

"I'm sorry, I'm a complicated person okay?! But I REALLY am so- I wanna make it up to you!" Cody cried.

"Honey, the only way you'll make it up to me is by telling me what's wrong," Noah pointed out. Before Cody could even think of what to say, he checked his watch. It's 9:30 am. He sighed. "I don't have time for this." He stood up and grabbed the papers. "I'm going. Feel free to let yourself out. You're gonna need the fresh air. I just don't see how I can hang these up before lunch arrives"

Cody blinked a few times until something in his mind lit up. "Wait, that's it!" he said.

"What's it?" Harold asked, smiling.

Cody stood up and stopped Noah before he could leave. "I know how I can make it up to you?"

"Oh, what? You're going to block the door until I say something meaningful to you while you say jack crap? Not a chance," Noah answered, the papers blocking his sight. Without his consent, Cody took half of the papers from Noah. "I can help you hang these up!"

Noah looked at him doubtfully. "Cody…"

"No, really! Trust me on this. I've got the celerity of data traveling through a computer!" Cody said.

"You really stick to your potential don't you?" Noah asked, impressed.

"I sure do. And yeah… I do miss hanging out with you," Cody confessed.

"So is that what your problem was?" Noah asked.

"Yes and no… so will you let Harold and I help?" Cody pleaded.

"Well…. My arms are getting kinda tired. Knock yourselves out," he said. To his friends, Noah was fair. He wouldn't let them do it all. He's a president now.

"Guess I'll have to miss out on Gym class just to help you with this. I LOVE that feeling!" Harold said.

Everywhere, they hanged the flyers: from the classrooms, to the hallway bulletins, to the restrooms, and even in the cafeteria. Some papers went flying before they could hang it. They bumped into each other a second time, but ended up laughing instead. Thankfully, there weren't many copies left. Last but not least, they placed the last one on the Principal's Office's door. They were finally finished! It was 11:58 AM and only two minutes to spare. After that, the bell finally rang.

A triple high five was handed out in sync, and the three have never been more proud of themselves.

"I love the outcomes! We hanged these so perfectly. The situation was one hundred percent ameliorated!" Cody said cheerfully. Harold and Noah looked at each other and smirked jovially, offering each other a fist bump. All of a sudden, Chef Hatchet came revving across the hallway on his ATV and headed straight to the nerdy trio. He stopped before the vehicle could fully touch them. Cody shrieked and jumped onto Noah's arms while Harold hid behind Noah's back.

"Alright, what's all the commotion here?" he asked strictly.

"If you came here for stolen nunchuks then I swear I don't have any," Harold lied.

Out of their sight came Courtney, who was eager to make a complaint. "I'm here to file a complaint. President Noah here and his little friend, Cody, have just caused a ruckus in the hallway, spilling flyers all over the floor a-" She gave Noah a shocked expression, seeing no flyers anywhere near him. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?" she whispered crankily. Noah grinned at her and dropped Cody, his butt hitting the ground painfully.

"Yes, such incident did happen, Chef. But I believe he, Harold and I had that situation sorted out properly. And to prove it, I'd say look around," Noah confessed.

Chef and Courtney looked everywhere. A lot of students were taking an interest with the flyers, even HEATHER – she didn't give a single rude comment about the flyers, except the idea. She taunted it. Owen was literally drooling over the menu, and so was Izzy. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Big O? FOOD FIGHT!"

"You're on!" Owen challenged, totally taking the word 'Food Fight' the wrong way. Bridgette wasn't too amazed. "Come on, Geoff, I'm a vegetarian. Whoever placed this up did it well and creatively, but I couldn't help and notice that the ideas have gone a little too overboard."

"Yeah. I thought President Noah did all this, but it turns out it was Vice President Courtney's idea. See?" Geoff said, pointing at the credit list at the bottom right corner.

Chef had a look at it himself. "I must say, Noah, you did a good job hanging these."

Noah gave a glance at Cody and Harold and smirked. "I had some assistance," he said, smiling. It felt like a devilish smile to Courtney.

"The only thing I have to question in this flyer was the menu. Lobster, roasted turkey, crème brulee? I can't afford that! I mean, does our cafeteria look like a five star restaurant to you?"

"Technically, my mind gave no such plan. Courtney suggested it as a form of 'elegance' for the school," Noah added, quoting 'elegance'.

"It WAS a brilliantly elegant idea. This school needs a little finesse and a little etiquette! Can't Chris even think of that?"

"I doubt it. As Chef says: 'Our cafeteria comes with cheap, mediocre food, and verbal abuse.' I hate that motto… that's why I bring my own lunch," Cody interrupted.

"Exactly like. So if I were you, Courtney, you better start thinking of better ideas! Otherwise, I'd demote you down to Secretary and let Scarlett take over as Vice President."

"I'd like that," Cody said.

"No, you wouldn't," Chef warned. They were confused. Neither the three knew of Scarlett's participation yet. Harold knows little and has been warned more than once.

"Anyways, you did a great job the three of you. And Courtney, thanks for wasting my time," he finished before riding off on his ATV.

"No wonder there were always tire markings on the floor," Cody mumbled.

Courtney growled. "That's it, booknerd! I will have your position as president one way or another! You watch me!"

Noah placed his hands on his hips and leaned towards her. "Really, now? I've watched you so far, and your plans aren't really working. And you should be happy that you're Vice President. You were already warned about demotion. If I were you, I'd keep my place at stake." And with that, he turned his back on her and walked away. Harold and Cody looked at each other, smiled and followed him. Courtney gritted her teeth and growled uncontrollably. Duncan passed by her and looked at her dreamily. "I miss that girl." if only she had the time for him.

"Man, if we didn't pull that off in time, then Noah would've been screwed huh?" Harold said. Noah, who sat next to him, glared. "I'm right here you know. And say, this place you built looks intriguing."

"Oh, stop it," Cody said.

"You made it?" Noah asked.

"Most of it… Harold planned it all," he replied.

Noah looked at Harold, who gave him a confident smile. "Yup, I'm bad and I'm good!" The bookworm chuckled, his back hunched and his elbows against his knees. He fiddled with his hands and chuckled again. "So, you did all this without me huh?"

"Yeah… we figured you were too busy," Cody said. Then he remembered it again. "Which… was why I wanted to bump into you earlier."

"Wait, so you MEANT to surprise me?" Noah snapped.

"Not to the point where you stumbled and fell!" Cody countered quickly. Noah sighed and rolled his eyes. "Thanks for pointing that out. Wait, what did you mean by that last statement?"

"Oh, right! Noah, we want you to join our group. I mean we know it's stupid but we could use another member to complement our 'nerdy superiority'. Heheh," Cody muttered sheepishly.

"So you're calling me a nerd now?" Noah deadpanned.

"Hey, nerds are cool, Noah! That includes you. Are you in? I mean, we know you're busy and-," Harold got cut off again.

"I'm not that busy anymore. You should know that even after I was elected president, I'm still the same laidback cynic you've come to know since day one."

"Actually, it was day three where we got to know of your laziness," Cody reminded.

"I think you mean day four, Cody," Noah said, rolling his eyes.

"Right..."

"So, are you in?" Harold asked.

Noah looked to the ceiling while his brain cells processed. "Hmm… you have been great in helping me out today. And I'll admit, I do miss hanging out with you guys, mostly pipsqueak over there," he said, referring to Cody. "Eh, I guess I could go for it," he admitted.

"YAY!" Cody cheered.

"Hey!" Harold complained.

"BUT, I better not regret this," Noah warned, crossing his arms. "As in, no trouble whatsoever."

"Don't worry, you won't regret it!" Cody said. "Now come here and give us a hug, newbie!"

Noah's eyes widened. "No, no, I don't do—oof!" Too late. Harold and Cody gave him a hug as a sign of their state of welcome. Noah never said he was claustrophobic, but now he's starting to feel it.

Releasing him, both Cody and Harold were excited. "So, what do you want to do first?"

"How about you don't hug me like that again?" Noah joked. "What's your group called anyway?"

"We're the Nerd Squad! Or Nerds for short," Harold answered. Cody nodded in agreement.

"Nerd Squad? More like Dork Squad," Noah joked.

"Affirmative!" Cody said.

Noah couldn't help but smile. "Guess that makes me a nerdy dork, huh?"

"Yeah! … Wait, you're not mad?" Cody asked.

"If I'm not in a team with you guys, or Owen and Izzy, then I will be," he answered, smirking.

"Heh, hey I have an idea! Let's look through my newly fixed computer!" Harold suggested. Grabbing his laptop and opening it, he typed his password, only for it to be incorrect. "Huh? Cody, what happened to my password?"

"Oh, I changed it. It turns out, it was connected to the virus," Cody said.

"Okay, then tell me what it is and I'll type it out."

Cody scratched his head. "Um, about that… it's a secret."

Harold's eye twitched. "It's a secret…? It's a SECRET? It's my laptop gosh darn it, Cody! Just tell me the password."

Cody grabbed the laptop and tried prying it out of Harold's hands. "U-uh I think it's best if I unlock it for you."

"No, you have to tell me!" Harold demanded.

"Will you please just let me—"

"NO!"

"Give it to me, Harold!"

"Tell me the password!"

"I'll do it for you!"

"No, I won't let you do it!"

"Give me that laptop!"

"Never! You had your time with it!"

And with all that arguing, Noah couldn't help but face palm himself. He got up and sighed.

"This is going to be one smart heck of a ride." He walked over to them, in hopes of breaking them up. If it's one thing he regretted doing, it was joining their group.

But they were his friends after all.

That's the first 'episode'/chapter done! Yes I have to do an overview of the characters. I think I mentioned the entire cast… maybe. This took me ages to write. (Actually it took me three days at most due to interruptions by what you call real life.)

I think I did well, and I hope I did well. I've got a lot of stories to get on with. Until then … I dunno. I did this pretty fast, so the grammar might have some errors in them.

Flames are not welcome, but criticism is. Thank you.