I've learned two things today. 1. I'm a really bad procrastinator, and 2. I really suck at "Total Drama Twister Kiss".

Noah: Your supposed to be writing fanfiction!

Me: Let me watch Duncan and Gwen make out on a twister mat.

Noah: *sigh*

Me: Discliam.

Noah: My doesn't own Total Drama or Total Drama Twister Kiss. If she owned the latter, she'd probably be better at it.

Me: HEY!

Noah: Your on level three!

Me: Yeah, but there's probably only like, 4 or 5 levels!

On a serious note, consider this my "sorry I'm lazy and didn't get anything done the past 10 billion years" present.

*Noahs POV*

Alright, alright, laugh it up. Yours truly didn't do his homework. Whoop de do. No, it's not because I'm not smart enough. Come on, from what you saw of me on Total Drama, you should obviously know that. The work our teacher give is just so boring and tedious, I just never bother. Did I mention that she gave us homework that takes almost two hours to do? And its just 20 words that half the class will never use again. Nice move teacher, nice move.

By 1:00, I was only half way through with the work. Again, big time waster. I am also on the verge of falling asleep. Wonderful. Groaning I got up from my bed and made my way down to the kitchen to get some coffee. After the show, Chris decided it was a fabulous idea to make us all move in to this house together, to keep the drama going and give magazines something to write about. Now, I know the house is huge, but when you've got 22 people in it, it starts too feel really cramped after a while.

I expected the kitchen to be empty at this time of night, is being a Monday night and all, but the light was on. I waited a few moments, trying to determine if walking in would be life scarring or not. Once Alejandro and Heather were down here real late and Owen walked in. I'm pretty sure he actually went to counseling.

After a few minutes of silence, I trudged in, surprised to find Cody sitting alone at the table, working on some sort of graph. Actually, there were a lot of graphs scattered all over the table. Some pages were blank, some had a few words, numbers, or a few scribbles on them, and then there were a few that completely blew me away. They were very well drawn blueprint like pictures of scenes of what looked like some sort of game.

"Cody?" He was drawing on one of the graphs now, eyes fixed on the page and his tounge poked out of the side of his mouth in concentration. He looked up, startled.

"What? Oh. Hey Noah. What are you doing up this late?" Granted, 1:00 isn't exactly super super late, heck, I think most of us are still awake at two on weekends, but remember, none of us want to voluntarily spend more time with any one else than necessary, so almost everyone goes to their respective rooms to chill as soon as we've eaten dinner.

"I could ask you the same question." Completely forgetting my purpose for coming down here, I started looking at some of Codys' finished projects. There were drawings of avatars, with alternate gear and wardrobe options written in margins beside them, and the levels, each with a little explanation by them. All of this looked vaguely familiar, but I just couldn't quite put my finger on where I'd seen this before.

The drawings themselves were phenomenal. The graphics were consistent, and the entire thing looked as if you were looking into the screen at the finished game itself. "Did you do these?" Yeah, kind of a dumb question, but give me a break, I'm tired.

"Yeah" He was blushing now. "It's really just a hobby I picked up after World Tour. On the plane ride from the Playa to here, Harold kept talking about video games, and he said something about something else that reminded me of the Island, and I just started designing a video based off of some of the challenges we did. The death defying aspect of some of the stunts we pulled on that show made some really great levels.

Now that he mentioned it, I was beginning to see all of those horrible challenges being brought back to life in his sketches. The one he was working on now was very reminiscent of the time Chris made us play the real life Japanese pinball game. That hadn't looked fun, and sense those little bitches on Codys team wouldn't stop arguing Cody stepped up and did it, meaning he had first hand experience of that nightmare.

"Wow." I could see another sketch off to the side that looked a lot like the cliff jumping challenge. While that challenge wasn't particularly enjoyable, it wasn't as horrible as it looked. It still sucked, just not as much as I thought it would, and we had all definitely been put through worse challenges on that shitty island.

"I started working on this a few months ago. Almost every night sense I've gone out here to work on it." Cody blushed. "So why are you down here?"

What? I was so focused on his designs that I forgot about my homework problems. A yawn reminded me that I also was having staying awake problems. "Just getting something to drink" I opened the middle drawer that held the little one cup coffee brews, briefly scanning my selection before picking up one.

"Why?" I swear, could Cody ever just be satisfied with a simple short answer and take it or what it is?

"Finishing homework. It's more time consuming than I originally anticipated." He looked a bit surprised, which I had expected. However he quickly covered it.

"Oh. You want to come out here and work on it?"

"Sure. I was falling asleep in my room anyways." I walked back up to my room to retrieve my homework. It was already littered with misspelling errors. Even if I did finish it tonight, I would have to proof read it in the morning and fix it. Great, another thing I really don't want to do.

When I came back down I could see Cody have cleared off a space for me at the table. He was sketching again. Damn he looked so cute when he was focused. I couldn't help but grin at the little piece of hair that kept falling and covering his eye. Yes, I know I've denied it many times but it is true. I Noah from Total Drama am gay.

While the ear kiss thing was truly an accident, it was sort of the start of something. You see, at that point I had only wanted an ally. Cody was the only one on my team didn't annoy me. Well, as time went on and I actually got to know some of the others I began to find them tolerable, but at the time Cody seemed the best option. Especially sense he and I were similar in physic and both are geeks. Very different kind of geeks, but geeks none the less.

Anyway, That night the two of us had actually spent most of the time talking and such, and as I had initially hoped and hypothesized, we had a lot in common. Then I thought maybe I'd get a friend out of this show, and sure enough we did become friends and spent most of our time at the playa hanging out picking up right where we left off that night. Neither of us really addressed the ear kiss. I think we're just pretending it never happened.

"Coffee's ready." Cody said absent mindedly, snapping me out of my thoughts. I heard the machine beep in confirmation.

I retrieved the cup and placed it on the table. Pulling my phone out of my pocket I went back to googling the words. I didn't get very far before I switched to another tab. "Noco images". Yes, I am well aware that sense the ear kiss many people have been shipping the two of us together. Said people have also written fan fiction about us and drawn fan art in a similar nature. I love looking at it all, fantasizing, day dreaming. Of course right now I am looking at the more tame images, for what should be obvious reasons.

"How much more do you have?" What, oh right. Assignment. Fuck.

"I don't even know." I swiftly switched the tab back and forced myself to concentrate. I couldn't help but look up at him. He was once again working on his design. I stole a glance at his paper and my heart stopped.

It was me. I quickly looked away, realizing he could look back up at me at any second. He was drawing a sketch of me. Right now. This couldn't mean anything… Could it?

"You ok Noah?" No I was not. I'm nervous, I know my heart shouldn't be going as fast as it is, I'm feeling sick and I can feel sweat stating to dampen my skin.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He didn't look convinced. Damn it Cody! I wouldn't be convinced either. It was getting more intense now, this was worse than any allergic reaction I'd ever had.

I looked over at my phone and began working as fast as possible, scribbling the last few words. I need to get out of here as soon as possible. The sooner I get this done, the sooner I had an excuse too leave. I don't even know why this is bothering me so much, I'm usually able to keep my cool when it comes to stuff like this. What is wrong with me?

"Noah." He was more stern this time. Two words left, Damn it! "Noah." Cody stood up from the table and was walking over too me. This was starting to seem a little creepy. Like if I turned around for a second Cody would turn into a murderous doll or a clown or something and try to hurt me with an ax. Wow, that says a lot about my childhood. I quickly scribbled in the last word, barely noticing what I was writing. There!

"I'm fine Cody. I've actually just finished, so I'm just going to go up to my room now and um…" Cody now stood between me and the door. How he got there I have no idea. He started to walk closer to me, still blocking the door and effectively blocking me into a corner. Any time now the doll with the ax…

"Noah. Tell me what's wrong." He had a sort of pout on his face, like a kid who was trying to be determined and prove too you he was old enough too see his first monster movie. Why the hell does he even care so much anyways? "Noah, whatever it is I can help you." There was silence. "Please." If only he knew.

Cody then did something that made me question just how much this kid knew. He hugged me. I think he knew he was pushing it and if it had been anyone else I'd have pushed them away. Instead I slowly started to hug him back.

He was so close to me. And then he looked up at me with his big beautiful blue eyes. I let my impulses take over, ignoring any rational thoughts I had. I slowly lifted his chin up so that he was eye to eye with me, closed my eyes, and kissed him.

At first he didn't move, or reciprocate in any way, and I instantly felt worried. Beginning to think that he didn't want any of this, my heart dropped and I slowly began to pull away, savoring my last moments on his lips and bracing myself for rejection. It was barely a millisecond after my lips let go of his that he snapped out of whatever trance he was in and began to mesh his lips with mine.

Ecstatic at the surrealness of the moment I wrapped my arms around his waist, closing what little distance there was between us. I experimentally poked my tongue between his lips into his mouth. I started to explore his mouth. I didn't get very far before Cody's tongue met mine.

Now, I never quite understood the term "tongue wrestling". All your doing is trying to push the other persons tongue beck into their mouth! Ok, it actually kind of does make sense now, especially now that I'm in the middle of one right now.

Anyway, I always assumed I would be the dominate one in the relationship, as did most of the Noco shippers. So most people would probably be a little surprised that I had a difficult time keeping him from pushing me back.

All too soon the lack of air in my lungs became apparent, forcing me to reluctantly pull away from my lovers lips. As my eyes opened, I stared at the dazed boy in front of me, my eyes drinking in every detail, finally settling on his gorgeous blue eyes, which currently held a look of daze and wonder.

"Noah?"

I smugly put a finger to his lips. "Come on Cody, were both tired, so I say you put your stuff in your room, then come with me to my room so that when I wake up with you next to me I can remind myself that this time it wasn't a dream."

He wordlessly began to organize the plethora of graphs and sketches and papers into immaculately labeled sections before the whole thing was simplified down into a half full 2 inch binder, that I later found out is kept safely under his bed.

I began to squint as we entered my room. I forgot that the lights up here are so much brighter than the dimly lit dining room. As my eyes adjusted to the sudden luminosity of the room, I motioned Cody over to the bed. Also not fully opening his eyes, he shyly sat down on the end of the bed.

I switched the lights back off, once again momentarily blinded into a state of myopia as my eyes once again went from one extreme to the other.

Eventually I found my way to my bed. I gently pushed Cody so that he was now laying down next to me. His pout was adorable. I shook my head grinning as I lifted the blankets over us.

I pulled Cody closer to myself, the pleasant warmth of his body reminding me just how tired I really was. I took one last look at his angelic sleeping face before closing my eyes as well, praying that when I wake up, he'd still be there.

*I'm grinning like an idiot*

Me: I beat the game! HA! And level 3 WAS the last level! Take that Noah!

Noah: Congratulations. You just won an elementary skill level game that consists of 3 levels. And you got lucky on the last one with all the eye power ups.

Me: A win is a win.

Noah: By the way, good job on those two C's on your report card. Language Arts and Band, not your best work.

Me: I worked harder than you on the dodge ball court!

#Burn

Noah: *flustered* I have, no comment.

Me: Owned him. Anyways, please leave a review telling me if I actually have good ideas at 11:00 at night when I'm supposed to be doing English homework! Bye!

P.S. For those of you that need a laugh, I started writing and finshed this in the time span of about two weeks. However I wrote it in my notebook, so I still had to type the thing. Well, it took me like 5 months for me to finally bring myself together to finally finish typing it. And while I named the story "Procrastination Complications" based on how Noah procrastinated and it lead to the complications with Cody, I feel that my procrastination with typing this thing adds a layer or two of irony to the name.

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