Yes, the title is inspired by my headcanon that Noah and Dawn have a relationship just like Mr Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet.
First up is one of my favourite songs of all time, Counting Crow's Accidentally in Love.
I don't own Total Drama or the song.
Standing at the edge of Playa Des Losers' back veranda, he took a deep breath of the fresh air. The rain drummed steadily on the tin roof, but combined with the sound of the water running off the roof, it was almost pleasant. Besides, it gave the air a nice fresh feel that even Noah had to admit could never be fully replicated by laundry detergent.
Even a lazy bookworm like Noah could appreciate nature. Sometimes.
A low rumble from far above the rooftop seemed to encompass the entire resort, and Noah's dark brown eyes raised to the steely grey clouds overhead.
"I like the rain." A voice beside him made him start with surprise.
Noah glanced at the pale girl from the corner of his eye, but did not look directly at her. Instead he grunted noncommittally, jerking away from the tingling feeling that danced across his skin as her arm brushed his.
Angling his body slightly so that there was space between them and his back was slightly towards her, there was a pause before she spoke again.
"What's the matter?" She asked him, and he could tell from her voice that she was almost certainly frowning.
"Nothing." He said, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the deck's railings, his back still angled slightly towards her.
When she said nothing, he could tell that she didn't believe him. And he hated that she could read him so well. And that she cared enough to do it. He hated it. Why couldn't she be like Owen, Eva or Izzy, and just be blissfully oblivious? Why did she have to be the one who could see right through his mask of disinterest?
As the low rumbling around the resort began to die off, the sky illuminated with a spear of brilliant white-violet light. She gasped, bumping into him and setting that warm tingling feeling across his skin once more.
That was the entire problem, right there.
It was her.
Noah Balan didn't do the whole love thing. It was overrated and cliche. A vulnerability or weakness, if you would. The tingling feeling that he got when they touched was an annoyance and the butterflies she gave him were an irritant. The way his heart started racing when she was near him, and the heat that he could feel rising in his cheeks when she caught him looking at her and met his gaze was a mere inconvenience.
It was all her fault, for letting him fall in love with her.
Or perhaps it was his fault, for letting that particular accident happen in the first place.
Constructive critique appreciated! Please review!
I've got the majority of the songs chosen for this anthology already, but I may ask for suggestions for some chapters. I'll let you guys know when the time comes if I need help figuring out a song to go with a certain letter.