MY GOD! What have I been doing with my life?! Well, I was going to write this sooner, but…let's just say I had lunch with procrastination and leave it there. Anywho, there's nothing much more to this story than as the title describes: Code Lyoko in Norway. Yep. Well, I took the pleasure of adding a bit of humor to the story. One because: you just can't take the title seriously. I mean, it's NORWAY. Two because: it really does need some humor. And three: it's my specialty. Oh yeah, try and recognize the characters, you'll need to. Now, enough of this crap, to the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: Ik bezit geen Code Lyoko! Oh ja, steunen aan om het even wie wie dit werkelijk kent is niet Noors. Or, I don't own Code Lyoko.

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It was a cold and cloudy day. More importantly, it was Norway. A brown haired boy in a beanie and a heavy coat with padded pants watched the clouds slowly pass.

"Ivar!"

The boy turned round and saw another boy running toward him. Same clothing, pretty much. In Norway, there wasn't really a serious fashion; it would be kinda hard, seeing as you can't really wear a tanktop and shorts in negative ten degree weather. The boy had strange, blonde hair with a small accent of teal in the middle of his weird-looking doo. He liked his hair and wore earmuffs instead of beanies. He was very energetic and kinda obnoxious at times.

"Ivar!" the boy ran up to the brown haired boy who we call Ivar. "I heard that today in Mrs. Heltine's class, we're gonna get to blow up some crap!" he screamed.

"Yay." Ivar said rather blankly. "Blow up crap."

"Ivar! Svend!" a girl yelled out. The boys looked at another friend running at them. This friend though, was a girl. She had black hair and was dressed in all white. She always dressed in white. It was kinda strange…but hey, that's the friend they knew. They once discussed that maybe somewhere in a random country, like France, there would some sort of alter ego of her that wore all black. That inside joke was still funny.

"Hey, Freya." the blonde haired boy we now know as Svend said to the girl who we now know as Freya. Ivar stood between them and nodded.

"Well," Svend continued. "It turns out we get to blow up some crap today!"

Freya stared. "Oh…crap. Blowing up. Uhh…"

"You don't have to answer." Ivar whispered.

Freya nodded, and then smiled. Svend was known to do and say some really distorted and random stuff. The two others had never been as random or idiotic as him, except that one time with the lightbulb and the screwdriver. Ah, the screwdriver.

The first bell rang. The friends stopped hanging around and headed to first period. They walked into a room and the teacher nodded at them as they sat down.

"Okay, class," The teacher began. "Today we have a new student. His name is Simen."

A boy walked in, he had blonde hair and square-framed glasses. He looked rather young. He probably should be in 6th grade science, but Mrs. Hertz probably didn't know. She was only learning Norwegian and only getting used to the Norwegians. She was from France and usually muttered French sayings when upset or happy. Sometimes she'd mistake French words for of Norwegian words. The class usually giggled when that happened. And when French mutterings were muttered, Svend usually translated with some bogus translation.

"Okay, Simen. Please take your seat." she smiled. "Like I always say, bienvenue à notre salle de classe, Simen!" Simen nodded and the class giggled at the French.

The class carried on and on and strangely, the whole time, Ivar had never noticed where Simen sat: behind him. That was until the teacher missed another Norwegian word and accidentally continued after in French.

"So, that is how the les réactions entre deux substances différentes peuvent se produire." she said.

The class, as usual, laughed. Then Svend made another one of his oh-so-famous bogus translations.

"What she means," he said. "Is: So, that is how the photocopier ate my husband and smashed my car with a lampshade."

Ivar and Freya (the friends all sat next to each other) laughed hard, and even got Simen to crack up. When hearing this, Ivar spun round and looking at Simen laughing behind him. Simen saw Ivar stare at him, not in an angry way, but more like a confused way, and stopped laughing period. Simen felt quite embarrassed and immediately looked down.

A weak little "Sorry" came out of his mouth. He said nothing the rest of the period.

The friends continued the day the same way, but Ivar soon began observing Simen. He was in four of his six classes and Simen always sat close to Ivar. Whether next to him, behind him, or in front of him, only during second and fourth period was he not next to Simen. Soon, the day ended and the friend walked to their bench which they called, "Okloy".

"Hey, guys," Ivar said. "I noticed that the Simen kid is like…stalking me."

"What do you mean?" Freya asked.

"Well…he's always sitting next to me, and he looks at me when I'm not looking at him to stop him from looking at me!"

"Mace, man. USE MACE." Svend added.

Freya nodded and smiled. "Well, I'm off to do some homework!" She ran to the dorms, leaving Ivar and Svend behind.

"What about you, Svend?" Ivar said to Svend almost instantly. "Homework?"

"Homework's for squares," Svend replied. "But I will get some coffee and crème. It's like my job to buy that stuff." He nodded and ran to the vending machine.

Ivar was left to watch everyone else. A few kids tossing snowballs at each other, another few just hanging around, the geeks who play a weird role-playing game in the snow. Actually, he knew a few of them. Christoffer "Siege Machine" Oquane, Erik "Laser Gun Fu" Llinton, and a kid who only the deepest of the deepest geeks knew the real name of, "CellDot".

Ivar then spotted Simen sitting by his lonesome. Just him. No snowballs, no hanging with friends, not even geeky role-playing. Simen didn't seem to really mind, seeing as his expression showed he was nor sad nor mad nor happy nor exited. Just a blank expression on his face. He got up and began walking toward his dorm room.

"Hey, Ivar," Svend came from behind Ivar. "The principal told me to tell you that you have a new dorm partner."

"What happened to the last one?" Ivar asked.

"Transfer." Svend replied.

Ivar nodded and told Svend he had homework to do, and partners to meet. Svend nodded, and the pulled out a lightbulb and a screwdriver, with a giant grin. Ivar saw the two items, and ran like hell to his dorm.

Ivar finally made it to his dorm, and he saw the door was already open. He checked the room and saw a sixth grade girl on his bed, listening to music. She looked up and saw him. She turned her music player off.

"Oh…this isn't my dorm…" she looked confused. She then looked at Ivar and said, "Terribly sorry!" She ran out the room.

Ivar lied on his bed. A new dorm partner. Soon, the door opened up, and Ivar looked at the boy at the door, a kid wearing a white and black mask and a sombrero. Ivar stared. His partner was CellDot?!

"Are you Xavier Naxx?" he asked.

"No…" Ivar said, continuing to stare.

"Crap. Sorry." CellDot gave a wave and left. Ivar heard him mutter as he left. "Damn directions. They never tell you the freaking number…"

Ivar saw another boy come to the door with directions. It was Simen.

"Are you Ivar Qualtin?" he asked quite weakly.

"Yes." Ivar replied.

"Oh, hi. I'm Simen. I'm you're new dorm partner."

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Well, that's the first tidbit. Oh yeah, special thanks to the Norwegians, you guys rock! Oh, and I do know that Odd's color accent is purple, Yumi is one grade ahead of the rest of the gang and Mrs. Hertz isn't that kind. But this is my story, so BACK OFF! Oh yes, please review, and don't make me have to do another 'oh –insert word here-'. Thanks!