Another Codammy fic? Is this possible? Yeah, I'm shipping trash lol. I'd like to thank you all for the support on my last story, The Date Destroyers! I honestly love writing this ship. There is so much to explore with it, and each story develops their relationship not only with each other, but with the world around them.
This will be a series of stories revolving around this couple. This first story will be a three parter! After multiple weeks of dating, Cody is finally having Sammy over to his dorm, but after his friends discover he can't cook, they enlist the help of another former contestant...
DISCLAIMER: Note that this fic is a bit more risque, and will have references to sex, though no depictions! Also, Sammy is 17 and in highschool, while Cody is 18 and ½, and graduated high school a year early.
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"Cody, dude, the world isn't ending".
Yeah… for you maybe Cody rolled his eyes at Noah's attempt to calm his anxiety, and threw another handful of trash the two, along with Harold, left behind after a night of nerding out. Chip bags, sodas, candy wrappers… It never ended! "How is Emma not disgusted when she comes over?!" The tech geek wondered aloud.
"Because Emma never comes over Cody," The paranoid college student could feel Noah rolling his eyes behind whatever table sized book he read on his massage recliner, which happened to be off limits to Cody and Noah. "She says, and I quote, 'I don't need to shine a blacklight to know what you guys have done in there!"
"Heh, kinda true!" Cody chuckled, tying up the trash bag, now filled to the brim, and throwing it towards the door, where two other full trash bags sat.
"Ugh, grow up already!"
"But seriously, Sammy won't stop pestering me to invite her over!" The tech geek explained. "And I don't want to upset her!" He admitted, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "We've only been together for three weeks after all. I don't have much room for error!" He panicked, wrigling his fingers around.
"Oh, trying to impress Sammy?" Noah lowered his book, and raised an eyebrow, a snarky smirk on his face. "Show her your sword skills and explore her cave of wonders?" Cody's face could only be described as a tomato in that moment, furiously blushing at Noah's off color comment.
"N-Noah!" Cody stammered, his muscles tensing up. "It's not like that!" He denied, waving his hands frantically to dismiss his cynical friend's lewd assertions. "We aren't like that yet!" Cody quickly regained composure, and his goofy grin (which he still thought was attractive) returned. "Noah my friend, the Codemeister doesn't rush things! You've gotta take it slowly, make her want 'it', you know dude!" The geek tried to look sly, resting his arm on the counter, not realizing he stepped away from it. "Agh, damnit!" Cody grunted, hitting the floor in a show of complete and utter show of idiosy.
Noah chuckled aloud, earning a glare from his clumsy friend. "Anyway, we should arrange a double date one of these days. You and Sammy, Emma and myself," The bookworm suggested.
"Hmmm, maybe," Cody considered, sorting the stacks of dirty dishes in the sink into multiple loads for the dishwasher. Yeah, there a few dishes to be cleaned alright. "What about Harold and LaShawna though?" The tech geek wondered, tilting his head back and forth and tapping his chin.
"What about them?" Noah snorted, not looking up from his book, which he'd returned to reading. This surprised no one, of course.
"Riiiiight," Cody shook his head and sighed. Harold and Noah weren't always on the best of terms. But it'd been room with Owen, or deal with Harold. The cynic had seriously weighed his options. Cody wasn't blind; he knew the reason the two didn't fight was because they didn't want him to be left alone in the wakes of the conflicts. Still, after nearly 7 months of rooming together, they've grown to respect each other at least The chestnut haired teen smiled at the thought.
Suddenly, the door flew open, hitting the counter with a BANG! "Ah!" Cody yelped, flinching in an oh-so manly way he'd perfected.
In the doorway stood their roommate, the scrawny ginger himself, with his foot extended in the air, like he'd just kicked something. Which he did. He kicked the door. "BOOYAH!" Harold cheered in his raspy voice, lowering his right leg. In his hands, he held a multitude of grocery bags, each filled to the brim.
"Did you really just kick the door open?" Noah asked with raised eyebrows, not even looking up from his book, again, surprising no one. "Did no one teach you how to open in normally? Or just use your hands?"
"I do know how to open a door, GOSH!" The nerd spat, actually spitting a bit. "My hands were full, and I wanted to use the special door opening kick I learned at Kicking Steve's Summer Camp!" He explained, puffing out his chest. "It proved successful!"
"Did you get everything I asked you to?" Cody asked, turning away from the sink. "You know tonight is-"
"Super important!" Harold finish for his friend. "No problemo dude, with my rad skills, I managed to track down everything you needed!" He bragged.
"Yeah, cause you totally need mad skills to navigate a grocery store!" Noah mocked in fake awe, waving his hands overdramatically for emphasis. "What did you have Harold get Cody?"
"Just a few things…" Cody tapped his index fingers together nervously, a blush spreading yet again.
"A few things?" Harold exclaimed, taken aback. "You bought enough to feed a small country! How much do you plan on making?"
"It's not all for tonight!" Cody looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet around nervously. "I also wanted to practice cooking for lunch… You should be glad to have the Codemeister treating you to this once in a lifetime oppurtunity!" The short teen tilted his head up with a cocky grin.
"Oh, I'm estatic!" Noah placed his book down on the coffee table, and stood up. "Just don't poison us, okay?"
Sammy sat against the headboard of her bed, the midday sun warming her bare legs, pulled in, with a book lying against them. She had nothing planned today until she went over Cody's place for dinner, so why wear pajamas and stay in bed?
The blonde cheerleader blushed madly, turning the page. Is this what a dinner date at a man's place is like normally? Her heart fluttered, reading a scene where the male protagonist seductively feeds the love interest a taste of his dish, before kissing her to 'taste it'. She bit her lip, and shut the book, revealing the title, So Lingers the Ocean, a world renowned romance novel by the writing prodigy Touko Fukawa.
Sammy sprawled herself across the bed, throwing the romance novel across the room in the process. It always gets so hot in my room whenever I read… She panted. The nice twin imagined Cody in the scene she'd read. He'd be sly, yet geuine, smoothly pulling off subtle moves throughout the night, eventually ending in…
Sammy's room got even warmed, and her skin burned at her thoughts. "People say boy's hormones get them worked out!" She grumbled, pulling her covers over her, trying to ignore the 'feelings' she had. Unfortunately, the invasive thoughts and feelings wouldn't leave her body. The cheerleader nervously got up and locked the door. "I need to stop working myself up so much," She sighed, returning to her bed, and throwing the sheets towards the end of the bed.
A few minutes later, she lay in the bed, her body finally having 'cooled off'. Sammy breathed heavily, lost in thought, no longer distracted by her teenage libido.
Am I even ready to take that step? Sammy debated. I mean, I definatly love him, but… we've only been dating a few weeks… The cheerleader blushed. Even after more than half a month of dating, they still had that effect on each other. I mean, I wouldn't mind it… but shouldn't he make the move? That's how it goes in the novels… Sammy wondered. In all their dates over the past few weeks, Cody hadn't tried to put the moves on her yet, even when the couple found themselves alone.
Just let him take his time! He's new to this as well! Sammy assured herself. He was always a pervert right? I'm sure he's foaming at the mouth! The thought made her giggle.
"Cody, I love you man," Noah started. The cynic sat next to Harold at the counter, Cody standing right across from him, bouncing eagerly on the balls of his feet. "But there is no way in hell I'm eating this!" He pointed down into his bowl. The meal, which looked vaguely like fetuchini alfredo, looked goopy, and far thicker than it should. In addition, the pasta was practically waterlogged, falling to tatters when Noah tried to pick it up.
"Cody, you do not have mad cooking skills," Harold shook his head dissaprovingly. "I'd suggest scrapping the cooking plan my dude!"
"But what do I do then?" Cody bit his lip, and clenched and unclenched his fists. "I don't have a backup plan!"
"Or you can just get someone who does know how to cook to teach you," Noah shrugged. "DJ would probably help you out," He suggested, opening up his phone. "I can text him for you, if you'd like".
"You have DJ's number?" Cody raised an eyebrow, turning the tables on his cynical friend.
"A few weeks back, DJ and Geoff forced me to go partying one time after class," The bookworm grumbled, sitting back in his chain and crossing his arms. "It sucked, but Geoff and DJ created a group chat with me, and I'm too lazy to delete it," Noah explained.
"More like you don't have the heart," Harold chuckled, brushing his index finger against his upper lip. "Emma's really changed you, huh Noah?" The lanky nerd teased, adjusting his glasses.
"No, I just grew up!" Noah snapped suddenly, standing up and leaning over the table. "Why do you assume this has something to do with Emma?!" He questioned. Cody and Harold sat up, sitting back in their chairs, leaning away the bookworm. "Oh sorry," Noah apologized, stepping back and retaking his seat at the table. "I don't know what happened there," He admitted sheepishly.
"What've you done with Noah and who are you?" Harold interrogated, narrowing his eyes at his Indian roommate.
"Pretty sure you got your overused quote a bit jumbled up there bud," Noah deadpanned, his expression remaining entirely neutral. "Plus, what's so weird about me apologizing?"
"First, I think it was intentional," Cody piped up, raising his index finger. "Second, what isn't weird about you apologizing?" The tech geek retorted. "Back on the island, you'd rather blame everyone than take responsibility!" He recalled, tapping his chin.
"So?" Noah shook his head. "That was years ago. I've grown up".
"Ever since you courted the fair Emma, you've become a lot more tolerant of people!" Harold stated. "Gosh, have you not realized it yet? A year ago, you'd have deleted Geoff's and DJ's numbers in an instant! Also, if this was one year ago, we'd be at each other's throats right now!"
"Okay, I guess I've changed…" Noah admitted. "But not that much! And definately not cause of my sweet Emma!" He declared, standing up.
"Did you just call her 'Your sweet Emma' just now?" Cody stiffled a chuckle, biting his lip. "Are you sure you haven't changed that much?" The tech geek let out a giggle. "You- aha- you seem much-pfft- different!" Cody could only just hold himself back from breaking out into a full blown fit of laughter.
"Whatever…" Noah grumbled. "I'm just gonna text DJ and have him come over".
In a messy college dorm, with Geoff's pink button up shirts and hats scattered everywhere, DJ diligently studied out of a textbook titled Advanced Animal Care, 13th Edition, occasionally grabbing a notecard and scribbling something down on both sides.
In the background, Geoff and Bridgette made out on the couch, exchanging loud, sloppy kisses, which luckily for DJ, were drowned out by the headphones he wore.
Man I wish I'd bought these things earlier! DJ opened up his phone, and scrolled through his music list. "Man, I need to get some new tunes!" The gentle giant declared. He'd gone through almost all of his music more than once over the past few hours. Suddenly, his phone buzzed, and a notification popped down from the top of the screen, reading; New text from Do Not Disturb!
"Noah?" DJ scratched the top of his head with his free hand. "He usually never uses this group chat," He recalled. The tall man tapped on the notification, which brought him to the messaging app.
Do Not Disturb: Hey, are you free? I need your help with something, the text read. DJ couldn't help but chuckle at Noah's username, even if he'd quickly tapped back a response before sending.
Gentle Giant: Yeah, I just finished up studying. What's up? DJ's eyes remained glued to the phone, waiting for a response. The app showed the "..." icon, meaning Noah was typing something. Either the message was super long, or Noah couldn't figure out how to phrase it, cause after a minute the pessimist had yet to send his reply
After another long minute his phone buzzed again, this time reading, Do Not Disturb: So Cody is having a girl over (I know, I'm just as shocked as you) and he wants to impress her. But he can't cook for shit. Do you think you could give him a lesson so he doesn't kill his girlfriend?
"Wait, Cody has a girlfriend?!" DJ exclaimed, falling back in his seat. "Ughhhhh," The former football played groaned, getting up and fixing his chair.
"DJ are you okay dude?!" Geoff rushed in, holding his hat so it didn't fall off. Bridgette entered just after, following right behind her boyfriend. "I heard you fall!"
"And you said something about Cody?" Bridgette asked, pursing her lips and tapping her foot. "What was that all about?"
"I'm fine man!" DJ raised his hands dismissively. "I was just startled by something!" He explained.
"What scared ya bra?" Geoff wondered, looking around. "I don't see anything scary in here!" He concluded after a quick scan of their shared bedroom. On DJ's side, posters of cute animals and football players hung. DJ kept the area relatively clean. However Geoff's side of the room was a completely different story, with his dirty laundry lying around everywhere in small piles, with cans of soda strewed among them.
"I wasn't scared by something man!" DJ retorted. "I'm not that much of a scaredy cat! It's just Noah said Cody got a girlfriend-"
"Cody got a girlfriend?!" Bridgette and Geoff both exclaimed in unison, leaning forward with their eyes wide and mouths agape, thirsty to know more about the immature geek they assumed nothing but romance-incompetent.
"Y-yeah, Cody has a girlfriend," DJ repeated. "One second, I need to reply to Noah's text," The momma's boy quickly typed a response. Gentle Giant: Yeah I'll be there soon!
Do Not Disturb: Thanks. The lack of any snark from Noah during the exchange confused DJ a slight bit, but he shrugged it off; after all, everyone had a soft side, right?
Bridgette and Geoff weren't satisfied. "Do you know her name?" The pink shirted party animal pestered.
"Not yet, no," DJ shook his head. "Noah wants me to go over his place and teach Cody how to cook cause said girlfriend is coming over apparently," The athlete explained.
"I guess Cody has matured over the years," Bridgette shrugged. "I guess it isn't too surprising he found a girlfriend after so long. After all, he is a generally nice guy," She admitted with a sigh. "I just hope he didn't give into Sierra and start dating her!" The surfer worried. "That would have me seriously worried!"
"Cody is trying to impress his chick, right?" Geoff's eyes flickered up towards the ceiling. "I don't think Sierra would even allow Cody to cook!" He chuckled, recalling the many, many humerous moments stemming from Sierra's treatment of Cody during World Tour.
"Well, I've gotta get going if I want to help the little guy!" DJ excused himself, grabbing his shoes out from next to his bed, and slipped them on. "I'll be back later!" He walked out of the bedroom and towards the exit. Once he reached the door to the dorm, he turned. "Oh, Geoff?"
"Yeah bra?"
"Clean up while I'm gone!" DJ shot his roommate a glare, which told Geoff that the massive man meant business, before opening the door and leaving.
"Alright Bridge, we have the apartment to ourselves! You know what that means!" Geoff bounced in place. "We can finally-"
"Clean your room!" Bridgette cut him off, finishing his sentence. "You heard DJ! It's time to clean up the dumpster fire on your side of the room!" She smirked knowingly, crossing her arms.
"Awwwwww, c'mon!" Geoff whined, puffing up his lips in a pouty face. "We can clean later! Promise!" He begged.
Bridgette shook her head. "If we hurry up now, we might have enough time to something before DJ gets back," The surfer offered, which got Geoff back into gear.
"Alright then! Let's do this! WOOOOO" The party animal cheered, running off and grabbing trash bags from the kitchen. Bridgette just smiled warmly at her boyfriend, watching him get to work, full of enthusiasm.
And that is the first part of this first story! Remember, this story will continue after this arc, so remember to favorite and follow! If you have anything you want to tell me, be sure to leave a review! If you enjoy my writing style, check out my other stories, like the Total Drama My Way Series!