Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama or Noah and Cody. But, man, the fun I'd have if I did...

He sighed quietly as he walked up onto the stage. Lights flickering in his eyes rapidly. He wasn't prepared for this at all. Four months since Total Drama World Tour aired, and already the contracts were accumulating quickly. People talked loudly as he made his way down the runway.

'This is ridiculous.' He thought as he spun around at the edge of the platform, slowly.

Every fashion magazine that could ever be named was there, watching his form closely as he posed.

'Out of all people, he picked me…' He thought as he pouted at the camera's direction.

As the people on the floor applauded, the boy struck one more pose, turned, and strutted off the runway. As he walked down the catwalk, he sighed of relief. His mind raced as he went to the lounge room with the other models.

"He picked me…" He said, once more, as he smiled.

He could still remember the designer's last words to him before they left to England…

"Alright, everyone, this is it!" The agent yelled as he tapped his clipboard impatiently, "Mr. Greyson will be here any moment, now!"

All the models rushed past the coy brunette and got into a line in the back of the room. The boy sighed heavily, as he trudged to the back of the room with the other models.

"Mr. Anderson! I do hope you aren't going to carry yourself that way in front of Mr. Greyson when he arrives." The agent said harshly as he looked down at the boy.

The other boys laughed, haughtily, as they watched the fairly flushed teen run to the back of the room.

"No, Sir." The brunette huffed as he got in line with the rest of the male models.

Suddenly, the door bursted open, "Now, now, Lorenzo, are you scaring my models into shape, again?" The young man smirked at the agent.

The brunette boy gasped, quietly, as he caught a glimpse of the designer. The young man was the same height as the shy model and looked to be the same age, as well. His brown hair was swept to the side of his face and his smirk was unforgettable. His chocolate eyes were hypnotizing and his skin was tanned to perfection. His voice was very low and smooth, but very sarcastic sounding. He wore a black turtleneck with short sleeves, dark blue skinny jeans and black boots.

'No, it can't be…' He thought as he glanced at the designer once more.

"But, Mr. Greyson, you deserve only the best models money can buy." Lorenzo argued.

"Please, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Noah." The young man smiled.

"Enough of that rubbish, Mr. Greyson," Lorenzo scoffed, "You are a very highly respected person in the fashion industry, your title is very important."

"Whatever." Noah sighed, "As for the models?"

"I tried finding the best models I could, but you'll probably reject them like the other twenty I sent in two days ago." Lorenzo sulked.

This comment got the whole room buzzing with worry.

"Please, calm down, everyone." Noah said, calmly, "Lorenzo, the thing about me is, like how I treat fashion, I push myself past the limit. You may never find out until you try… Unlike the other thirty times you tried."

The young designer sighed as he browsed through the selection of models in front of him. None had caught his eye…

"Well, Lorenzo, you did better than the last time but…" He glanced at the back of the line, only to find a boy with brunette hair, blue-green eyes, fair skin complexion and gapped teeth.

Noah's pupils dilated, instantly.

"Will you excuse us for a moment." Noah smiled and dragged Lorenzo to the far front of the room. "That boy… Who is that boy?" Noah asked, not taking his eyes off the bashful brunette.

Noah had no idea how, but he had the sneaking suspicion he knew the reserved model.

"Oh, his agent called us at the very last minute and begged us to use him for a shoot or two. So, since I am the sympathetic type I said, 'Why not?'" Lorenzo shrugged.

"Him."

"Huh?

"I want him."

"What? Why?"

"There's just this aura about him… I just know he's the one. Let me see his file."

Lorenzo sighed as he shuffled through his briefcase.

"Here." Lorenzo grunted under his breath as he handed Noah the large file.

Noah looked through the file and smiled. He looked through the pictures and his portfolio and grinned happily. Noah looked up from the file and nodded at Lorenzo.

"Please, Mr. Greyson! Think about what your doing, here!" Lorenzo wagered as he walked with Noah to the back of the room.

"It's either him or I send you out to get more models and put you out to get coffee and doughnuts for the hair and make up crew." Noah warned him.

"I can live with that." Lorenzo smiled.

"For the rest of the year." Noah growled.

"I never win with you." Lorenzo sighed, giving up.

"You never win with anybody." Noah laughed as he and Lorenzo got to the back of the room.

Lorenzo mumbled and sat in a chair by the window, waiting for Noah to break the news to the other models.

"Gentlemen. I thank you all for attending, but only one of you will be able to model for me." Noah smiled, "I am pleased to announce that Mr. Anderson will be my new runway model."

"WHAT?" All the models gasped and looked at the blue eyed boy. Noah walked to the back of the line.

"W-what? B-but, Mr. Greyson, I am not even model material…" The gap-toothed boy looked down, trying to hide his face from the grinning fashion designer.

"Cody." Noah lifted the boy's chin with his hand and stroked the blushing boy's face, "You'll be perfect."