I don't know why I decided to write this, but enjoy. Noah's POV.

"Get out of here! I need to get ready for my date!" Cody yelled at me.

"No, I think I'll stay."

"So at least make yourself useful and help me!"

I sighed and looked up from my book. "What do you need me to do?"

"While I'm in the shower, pick out something for me to wear! My best clothes are in the closet, hanging up. Okay? Okay!" He ran out to go take a shower.

"What, no please?"

"PLEASE!" he yelled from down the hall.

I peeked into his closet, expecting for this to be fairly easy, but there must've been hundreds of pants and twice as many shirts hanging up in there. How was I supposed to do this? I'm not a girl! He's going to pay for this.

Okay, jeans. Jeans are good on any occasion. I grabbed one pair out of about twenty, each a different shade or color. I went with the most normal looking ones. Then, I picked out a simple red polo shirt. There. That wasn't as hard as I thought. I settled back down on his bed with my book when Cody burst in. His hair was straightened and combed off to the side, resembling Bieber's old haircut.

"No. Heather hates the color red." Oh, did I mention that Cody was dating the school's queen bitch? That's right, Heather and Cody were a couple now. It made me want to vomit.

"But you don't. That's your favorite color!"

"Not anymore. It's blue now." He pulled out a blue dress shirt instead. "Oh god!" he exclaimed. "Now it clashes with the pants!" I couldn't believe this was happening. He pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and struggled to get them on. It was actually pretty funny to watch. Not to mention pretty sexy. Yeah, you heard me. I have a crush on Cody. I have ever since I met him, but alas, he likes girls and only keeps me around as a best friend. But him not knowing I'm gay has it's advantages, such as watching him squeeze into skinny jeans.

"Since when do you own skinny jeans?"

"Heather picked them out for me last weekend," he answered while putting on his shirt. "Do I look okay?"

"No." My response was dripping with sarcasm, and yet, it had a ring of truth around it.

"What? Really?"

I facepalmed. He still isn't the best at picking up when I'm joking. "Well, yeah, you look fine, just not like you."

"Well, Heather likes the new me better." Right after he said that, the doorbell rang. "Oh, that's her! Stay in here until we leave! Then just let yourself out."

"Wait, why is she coming to pick you up?"

"Because she thinks my car is lame! Now goodbye!" He slammed the door, as if that was going to keep me in there. I followed him out, then hid myself at the top of the stairs, with a perfect view of the front door.

"It's about time! Let's go!" Heather barked. Then, they left, just like that. I flew down the stairs and looked out the window, only to see them driving away in Heather's blue convertible. That'll mess up his hair, I thought. I walked out of his house and into the fresh air. Since Cody had driven me over here, it looked like I was walking home. Great.

The next day, at school, I caught up with Cody at his locker. I noticed his hair was still combed off to one side, just like yesterday. I decided it would be better to not comment on it.

"Hey, how was your date?"

"Oh, it was cool. Hey, here she comes!" Cody waved to Heather, almost smacking me in the face. "Watch it!" I angrily exclaimed.

"Ew, Cody. Get rid of that red binder. You know how I feel about red." She shuddered. "And I told you, I want your hair to the right, not the left!" she commanded.

"Oh, sorry! I'll fix it!" he said, trying to comb his hair with his fingers.

"Let's just go. Don't want to be late to class." She dragged him away.

"Bye, Noah! See you at lunch!" Cody called over his shoulder, but Heather turned his attention back to her. I weakly waved back at them, not bothering to hide my scowl.

At lunch, the torment only got worse. I saw Cody already sitting at our table, so naturally I went and sat down across from him.

"Hey Noah, sorry I left you earlier," he smiled apologetically. I had my snarky comeback on the tip of my tongue, but it disappeared. I couldn't say 'no' to that face. One of the disadvantages of having a crush on your best friend.

"It's okay," I mumbled. On the inside, I was screaming at him, What happened to pals before gals?! He couldn't hear that though. He smiled happily, showing off his gap. He started to take his lunch out of his lunckbox.

"Wait, are you eating salad?" I asked, shocked, staring at the green pile of lettuce in front of him.

"Yeah. Heather's a vegetarian, so..." He shrugged. "I guess I am now too."

Cody was too blind to see that she was changing him. One of the things I liked most about Cody was his originality, but now that was quickly fading. I had to say something.

"Cody, you know that Heather-"

"What about me?" Heather walked up to us. She glared at me, daring me to say something, but then quickly lost interest.

"Right behind you," I finished, but neither of them heard me. They were busy talking about something too quietly for me to hear. I could tell they were arguing, and it looked like Heather was definitely winning. Finally, Cody looked at me.

"Noah, can you, um..." He looked at over at Heather, who gestured for him to continue. "...leave?"

"What?!" I didn't bother to mask my anger.

"You heard him. Now, go. No one likes a tag-along."

I was about to reply, "And no one likes a bitch," but I glanced at Cody. As if reading my mind, he slightly shook his head and mouthed the word 'please.' I got up and walked out, while I still had my dignity, and right before the tears started to fall. I stopped to throw my uneaten lunch in the trash, because I felt as if someone had punched me in the gut. I ran to the library, and immediately went to the last row, the biography section. No one ever goes back there. It was the perfect place to be alone. Someone had written "Heather's so mean" in sharpie on one of the shelves. Pulling a pen out of my pocket, I wrote, "I second that," right under it.

Okay, so I was too lazy to finish it. I will eventually, don't worry. What will happen next? Will Noah snap? If I knew, I wouldn't tell you anyway, but I don't know.