Dodododododo-dodododo-dododo-dododododododo-dododo-dodo-do~

Beethoven's Für Elise rang on my phone, Noah's ringtone. He wanted something classy and demanded complete charge of what his ringtone would be after he surprise-called me to check what it was and got really embarrassed when he heard Fergie playing loudly from my pocket...yeeeeah. Five seconds later he was stealing my phone to change it to something a little less...Fergalicious.

Oh yeah my phone...answering would be a good idea. I hit talk "Sup baby?"

He noticeably groaned on the other end, "How many times have I told you to stop doing that, Cody?"

Mulled it over. "Uh...somewhere in the neighborhood of...62."

"And how many more before you stop?"

"A lot."

"I hate you sometimes."

"You say that every day. Anyways, what are you calling so early for? I was kinda sleeping-not that I mind!" I said really nervously.

"Cody, you're pretty much made of awkward, you know that? Anyways, it's noon. What were you doing still asleep? You were supposed to be here by now." I pulled the phone from my ear to look at the time, since I didn't have a real clock. Sure enough, it was already twelve. The time I had agreed to be at Noah's. Shit.

"I...maaaay have slept through my alarm...again...heh heh." he audibly sighed.

"Shouldn't you change your alarm or something so you can stop doing this? Anyways, what time can I expect your ass over here?"

"Um...some?" Let's see...20 minutes for a shower...another 20 to dry my hair and brush it and stuff...then a few to get dressed and another to bike over... "Maybe an hour and a half."

He groaned louder this time. "Please step on it. I'm pretty impatient."

I pouted. "Hmph. Maybe if you told me why you wanted me over so badly, I'd be more inclined to rush."

"No deal. Just get here, man." he hung up. Noah never hangs up. So...either something's wrong or maybe he was just trying to get a reaction so I would rush myself, which I hate doing. I'm onto you, Noah.

But I guess it wouldn't hurt to rush just a little. I'm sure I could make it there in an hour. I really wonder what he has planned. I grabbed my towel and headed for the shower.

Once I was out, I checked my phone. No texts or anything? This had to be serious. He may be lazy, but Noah's a huuuuge fan of texting. Saves him from having to get up or talking to say something. Texting is kinda nice, being able to say stuff using only your thumbs and whatnot.

So I really should be rushing.

I got my ass to Noah's before the hour was even up. I threw my bike on the ground and ran up to his door, and knocked about a billion times and he answered. "Noah!" I tackled him.

"Whoa whoa, where's the fire?" he quickly pulled away from the hug and looked at me.

"You weren't texting or anything!" I really thought he was in trouble or something.

He smirked. "Honey, I just did that so you'd hurry your ass over here. Plus I was kinda busy laying around waiting. Come on, let's go to my room." Sigh. I really should have known better. He always manages to get me.

We went into his perpetually semi-messy house. Laziness runs in the family, so they rarely bother to clean anything, but they're not so lazy that the house was disgusting. Just a delightful amount of mess that made you feel at home.

"So what did you want me here so quickly for...?" I asked when we got to his room.

"I told you. I'm impatient." he shrugged. "That, and I'm home alone. Do you realize how rare that is? We can game in peace." He sat on his bed, and I sat on the floor. We grabbed controllers and he turned his Xbox on.

That's Noah. Gaming comes before everything else. But gaming isn't his main priority when no one else is home. Usually he likes getting into serious feely talks, something that just doesn't happen around family. He could game any time.

I took a breath, "What's on your mind, dude?" His normal smirk faded. Guess I really was good at reading him.

He went silent. "Well...It's actually really important, and I really hate beating around the bush. I know this is widely accepted in Canada and normal. But I felt it's time I say it and well...it's harder than seems. I hate myself for not doing it sooner so...I'm gay." That had to be the most awkward run-on sentence ever. "So yeah that's it. We acknowledge that, and we move on." he pressed start.

I'm...not sure why he felt the need to tell me so awkwardly. I thought we had already accepted that a long time ago. But I feel him, I mean, it's probably just like you feel obligated to officially 'come out' to someone. I'm glad that someone is me. "Cool." I felt like we didn't need to discuss it.

Noah didn't say anything for at least 10 minutes. We were just playing, and the only sounds in his room were analog sticks moving and buttons pressing. He suddenly threw his controller. "Okay! We're not gonna just ignore the big gay elephant in the room! You have to have something to say to this!" Oh.

"Dude...I thought we kinda just realized that and accepted it a long time ago. You're in Canada, not Uganda. It's not really a big deal. Like you said, normal. Even if it's just a different variation of normal." I set my controller down. I guess we did have to discuss this, at least in Noah's mind. He probably just needed some reassurance.

He sighed and bit his lip. "Ugh, I just kind of expected a reaction. Not a total freak out, just any sort of reaction. Not just 'cool'." he picked his controller up off the floor.

"Well, as I said dude, it's cool." There's no reason to freak out. At least now I know why he wanted me here so badly today. "Did you like, feel obligated to have an official 'come out' or whatever?"

"Yeah, I guess it's kind of expected. But now that that's out of the way, we can get on with our lives." he smirked, "Unless you have something to add?"

Maybe I did. Should I?...It'd be a good time for it. I shrugged. "I like guys too, but it's, you know, whatever. We get on with life, right?"

His smirk left. "Whaaaaaat?" Then he flipped his eyes back to the game screen. "Well, I guess it's not that surprising."

My turn to throw my controller. Though I did it jokingly. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" Signature pout.

"Honey, look at yourself. I'm not one for stereotyping, but we both fit the stereotype." He's smirking again. "So are we getting back to this or what, pansy?"

I smiled and picked up my controller, ready. "You're on, homo."

A/N: Well this is my first serious fanfic well...ever. So I really do need feedback, ideas, and such. I would love for you guys to help me. This will be more than just two chapters, and maybe even M-rated. But it's T for now, I'm more comfortable writing it that way. If you have ideas on what to happen next, message me. Don't be shy. Reviews are magical to me. Thanks for reading! -Kaitlyn