A/N- Before I start getting flamed for this story, I'd like to point out that I'm poking fun at the STEREOTYPE of insane Yaoi fangirls, not Yaoi fans themselves. I have nothing against people who support NoCo. Without further ado, let's get this fic started!
Noah opened his eyes and let out a humongous yawn. He felt so cozy in his bed, not an inch of his body was uncomfortable. He stretched his arms from the good night sleep...or at least attempted to stretch his arms.
He couldn't seem to move an inch. His arms were practically immobile. He looked down to see what was making him unable to move, only to see his whole body strapped in with ropes. He wasn't even lying in a bed. It was just a wooden chair tilted towards the ceiling so it would look like he was in a bed.
Noah surveyed the area. The dull gray walls of his own room were replaced by light pink ones decorated with pictures of teenage heartthrobs and album covers for Disney stars like Selena Gomez and Miley Cyrus. The wooden bookshelves that originally filled his room were still there, but instead of actual novels, only scrapbooks were present. One of these scrapbooks was labeled "Sexytime".
"Sexytime? What the hell is that?" Noah muttered under his breath. He had the basic idea of it in his mind, but he had no idea what that scrapbbok really contained.
His gaze switched to the actual bed in the room. It was less girly and colorful than the place, but Noah couldn't help but stare at it, because lying on it was a figure he recognized.
Cody. His acquaintance from Total Drama was lying on the bed in another house. Cody wasn't awake yet. In fact, he was sound asleep, but that didn't stop Noah from ruining his peaceful slumber.
"Pst! Cody, wake up!" Noah whispered. Cody still didn't wake up. Noah tried to pull the chair he was strapped to forward, but it's legs we're glued tightly to the floor.
"Cody! Wake up! This is critical!"
Finally, Cody opened his mouth and grumbled something. "Uh, Gwen, can you let me sleep for about an hour more? I know you wanna do something but I'm so...tired."
"CODY!" Noah yelled.
"Huh!" Cody shouted out. His eyes opened, and he attempted to roll off the bed, but since he was also strapped in, he was unable move. He glanced behind him to see Noah in the chair. "Noah? Where are we?"
"I don't know, that's why I woke you up. I thought this was your house for a minute."
"Eww, I would never have a picture of One Direction pasted to the wall of my room!" Cody said. He stuck out his tongue for emphasis.
"Sure you wouldn't," Noah smirked. He looked around the room once again. "Okay, so any ideas of how to get out of this place?"
"I dunno, you figure it out. After all, you are "the only one with any brains", right?"
"Not helping."
"Fine, but truthfully, I don't know how to get out. I'm scared of the possibility that some obsessive Yaoi fangirl locked us in here to fulfill her fantasies, and we'll be trapped for the rest of our lives!"
"Don't be ridiculous, Cody. We're probably just in Chris's house because he wants us for another season. I've always thought of him as the closested girl type."
"Actually, he is right," a voice said from the doorway. Noah and Cody both turned towards the doorway to see a stout girl with long braided brunette hair, and smile coated with braces. She was wearing jeans with a purple tank top that said "SLASH FAN FOREVER" in big letters on it. Noah and Cody stared at her, perplexed.
"Ooh, it looks like you guys have been talking to each other. I can already feel the sexual tension rising! I have to go get my scrapbook!" The girl squealed. She then walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out the "Sexytime" scrapbook. she opened it up and wrote something on the inside cover.
"Uh, what's that?" Cody asked.
"It's my Sexytime scrap book!" the girl replied enthusiastically, her smile growing wider by the second.
"Define "Sexytime"," Noah asked her.
"Oh, Noah. It's pretty self explanatory. It's a word used to replace "porn", because for some reason, that word just doesn't seem nice enough," the girl answered.
"Yeah, Noah, get with the program," Cody added in.
"See! The interactions are already starting! Soon enough, you'll be having Sexytime all over my floor!"
"No, we won't. Let us out!" Noah shouted at the girl.
"Sorry, I can't do that. NoCo is my last real life presentation of Yaoi I need to see. You will only be staying here about a week."
"A week?! What would our parents think?" Noah questioned.
"Yeah girl, you cray-cray!" Cody chimed in.
"Shut up Cody," Noah warned the geek. Cody stopped talking.
"Your parents will be fine. They'll just assume that Chris brought you in for another season. Oh yeah, and you can call me Leslie."
"How about we call you The Deranged Slash Fangirl Who Likes To Kidnap Others For Sick Reasons?" Noah quipped.
Leslie huffed. "You're no fun. Anyway, I'll be up in about eight hours to feed you guys dinner, but for now, I have to go to school. Bye!"
Leslie took her clothes from her dresser, grabbed her sparkly backpack, and walked out the door, shutting it behind her. Noah and Cody sat in silence for a minute.
"How old is that girl?" Cody asked.
"I don't know Cody, I don't know, but by the looks of it, she's mentally unstable. I'm going to guess she bribed Chris for our addresses."
Cody sighed. "Yeah. So...do you wanna have Sexytime?"
"NO!"
"Fine, I was just joking. We should think of a way to escape. There's no way I'm going to spend an entire week locked in this tiny room."
Noah huffed. "Okay, you're right on that one."
And so the two kidnapped contestants negotiated a plan to escape, all while straining their necks, so the ropes that strapped them in wouldn't choke them.
A/N- So what did you think? Once again, I'm only making fun of the stereotype, not the actual people. Anyway, the plan will be explained in the next chapter. I felt like this one would drag on to long if I explained it here. Thanks for reading!
