I was just on the couch, listening to Paramore. Then, ding! I got this idea! I just had to type it immediately! Enjoy!


The campers were waiting for Chris and Chef to come by and give them their breakfast. Of course, Chris was going to be fashionably late, as usual. Duncan and Geoff, to amuse themselves, started to arm-wrestle. The rest of the campers watch the hands go back and forth. Some were even placing bets on who would win. Even Heather and Courtney took interest in the match. The only person who did not was, you guessed it, our favorite know-it-all, Noah. He continued to read his book, uninterested at the scene in front of him.

He looked up when he heard some cheers and some groans. DJ raised Duncan's hand, signaling he was the winner. Money and half-eaten chocolate bars were past around. Geoff was grumbling to himself.

"Morons," Noah muttered, rolled his eyes.

"What was that?" Duncan asked, smirk on his face.

"I called you guys morons," Noah said in his usual monotone voice. "Taking part in that foolish game. Society has no hope for neanderthals like you people."

"Pfft. Whatever," said Duncan. "You're just upset because you wouldn't be able to beat anyone at this camp at arm wrestling."

Don't say anything, Noah thought to himself. You know what he is trying to do. You're smarter and better than that.

"I don't know man," argued Geoff. "I think he could at least beat Cody."

"Hey!" said Cody defensively.

Noah's heart started thumping at the mention of Cody. He did not like where this was going. Noah liked Cody, yes, in that way. His immature teammate had grown on him. He would always deny it, of course. If he did not, their friendship would be really awkward.

Yes, Cody was his friend. And, if Noah beat him, he might lose him. Cody was a good friend, too. What, you don't think Noah could beat Cody? He was stronger than Cody. Not by much, of course, but still stronger. He would surely be able to beat him at arm-wrestling.

"Care to put your money where your mouth is?" taunted Duncan, pulling Noah out of his thoughts.

"Oh, totally, dude!" exclaimed Geoff before letting out a whoop of excitement.

"What?" Noah and Cody said at the same time. Noah blushed slightly. But, with the terrible lighting and Noah's dark skin, he doubted that anyone noticed as he calmed himself down.

"You two losers are going to arm-wrestle," explained Duncan. "Then, when the know-it-all gets creamed by the tech-geek, I collect my money."

"Last time I checked, I didn't agree to any of this," Noah retorted. "Neither did Cody."

"Quit being a chicken and arm-wrestle," Duncan said, forcing Noah into the chair Geoff had been sitting in. Then, be pushed Cody into when he had been seated minutes before.

Noah looked over to Cody for help, but he just smiled his cute, gap-toothed smile and put his arms in the standard arm-wrestling position. The cocky little fart thought he could beat Noah! Noah sighed and muttered a defeated "Fine."

"Win this for me, dude," whispered Geoff, patting him on the shoulder. Noah locked hands with Cody and almost shuddered. He regained his composure quickly and put on his usual bored expression.

"Ready," said Geoff. Noah was most definitely not ready. "Set, GO!"

Noah could feel Cody pushing against his hand. Noah let it get pushed down a bit, putting in little effort. He would make Cody think he would win, and then go full force. Noah's hand was about to hit the table. Noah then started trying a little. His and Cody's hands both went back to the original middle position, and then started tilting slightly towards the way that would make Cody lose. All was silent around them.

Cody frowned, disbelief etched onto the features that Noah loved so much. Noah was beating him! How? He thought he was at least stronger than Noah! He saw Noah smirk at him and he recovered from his falter. He pushed harder, bringing their hands back to the middle. Noah put on his bored face again. Cody's hand went down more.

Cody had to think of something. He could not lose to Noah! He needed to impress the ladies. To impress Gwen! He racked his brain, searching for an idea while struggling to keep his hand from slamming into the table. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Chris and Chef.

Chris and Chef! Surely they would put a stop to this. But, oh, no. No, no, no, no! They were just standing there in amusement, watching the whole thing! Clearly, they would not come to Cody's rescue.

He thought some more. His hand was getting closer to the table. He was able to move Noah's hand back a little more, but the odds were still in Noah's favor. Suddenly, and idea popped into his head. He remembered the Awake-A-Thon. When Noah kissed him on the ear. This was a very different tactic, but it had to work.

Cody let his hand be pushed down until it was just above the table. Then, he leaned over and gave Noah a five second peck on the lips.

Noah, shocked, faltered and stopped pushing on Cody's hand. Cody then used all of his strength to slam Noah's hand onto the other side of the table. Then, he pulled away.

Noah's face was actually pretty funny. His mouth was slightly agape, his eyes were wide, his face was tinted pink, and he looked so shocked and confused.

Some campers laughed and congratulated Cody, while others groaned about cheating while digging around in their pockets for the money they owed. Cody mouthed a "Good game!" to Noah.

"Alright, alright," Chris said in between fits of snickers, seeing Noah's bewildered expression. "Meet me in front of the cabins when you're done eating. And, Noah?"

"What?" Noah replied, snapping out of his shock.

"That was very cheap of Cody," he said, smirking. "But, still, your face was priceless. I got a picture of the kiss and your face afterward!"

He then walked off, laughing. Noah scowled.

Even so, for the rest of the day, Noah's lips tingled. Cody had kissed him, on purpose. That was enough to make Noah happy, even when he got voted off that same night…


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