"Oh dude gross. You're soaking wet. And you stink." Cody complained at his filthy teammate: Noah.
"Thanks genius. I totally hadn't noticed." He shot back, giving a death glare to him. Cody huffed and checked the map again. They had to find the biggest omelette in Seattle, Washington, but unfortunately, they had to go to every restaurant at the water to find it. And on there adventure, Cody accidently pushed Noah into the water as they were looking out on the water front. To find their map…
Luckily, since Noah took the dive, the very angry brunette got the map, and they were headed to their next destination: Beth's Café.
"This has got to be it. I swear I watched some Food Network show about it…" Cody trailed off and looked out the smelly cab's window. Since the boys had gotten last in their previous challenge, losing to the other two teams of Alejandro/Owen, and Gwen/Heather, they got to ride in, as Chris put it, 'style', while they found the biggest omelette.
"You would watch the Food Network…" Noah commented sourly.
"What?" Cody turned his head, only to cringe and lean back as far as the confines of the cab would let him. "Ugh seriously dude! You smell like dead seagulls mixed with barf, and then The Beatles music for seasoning. Gross." Noah froze and stared at Cody. "What! No one likes dead seagulls, or barf. Seriously." The dark haired boy shook his head and narrowed his eyes in anger.
"Did you just say… that The Beatles… stink…?" Noah no longer looked like his regular, sarcastic self. He looked like he could beat the stuffing out of Cody at any second. Which at that comment, Noah really could. He may have been a smart video game junkie, but when someone defended his boys, there was trouble to follow.
Always.
"Well yeah. I mean duh. Who likes them anymore? They're so… old." Noah growled and leaned in closer to Cody.
"Oh yeah? What's wrong with old music huh? Lemme guess your favorite song: Love u Love u Love u by Justin Buttface? Oh oh oh, not maybe idon'thaveanytalent by Lady Gag-uh. I bet that's it. Or…"
"No! I don't like Lady Gaga or Justin Beaver! I prefer edgier stuff, like K$sha and stuff."
"Oh dear lord…" Noah facepalmed in disgust. "You sicken me. Seriously. Worse then this crap in my hair. You're just… ugh…"
"Ve're heeere!" The cab driver shouted happily, finally ridding of the two 'numbskulls' out of his cab.
"Whatever." Cody weakly retorted and exited the car onto the sidewalk. Not even waiting for Noah, the light brunette walked into the small restaurant to see Chris leaning against the counter, talking to the cashier. He looked up to see both Noah and Cody enter the premises.
"Finally! You guys made it! Oh Noah." Chris held the bridge of his nose and said, "You Smell Like Teen Spirit. Oh well. Cody, at least you're a Scentless Apprentice. Sorry. Done being a Negative Creep. Now today you will not be indulging in Mexican Seafood or Pennyroyal Tea-,"
"Chris enough with the bad Nirvana references! Get on with it before the others get here!" Chris pouted and replied,
"Someone's a Downer. Remember who's the Big Cheese around here?" He pointed his thumbs to his chest and grinned. "Anywaaay, I can't help it. We're in Seattle after all, famous for Kurt Cobain, Pearl Jam and… and… oh right. THE WORLD'S BIGGEST OMELETTES!" He spread his arms, and Cody and Noah fist pumped the air. "That's right! Your team is first to find the biggest omelette, but you haven't won yet!" Cody cursed silently and Noah rolled his eyes. "Nope! You have to eat, and finish a giant omelette within fifteen minutes, or else you have to start again!" Chris shrugged and pointed at a nearby table. "So… well your order will be ready soon!"
"Shouldn't they already be made…?" Noah sighed and headed over to the table to sit across from him.
"Woah! They use twelve eggs in this! That's crazy!" Cody exclaimed.
"I wish they'd use your head for one of those dozen…" The bitter genius whispered.
"Rude! Well… I wish they'd just scramble all record of The Beatles! They suck!" Cody commented.
"Creative. Maybe if all your musical interests stopped coating themselves in make up that turned them the color of yokes, then they might have a decent career ahead of them!"
"Yokes! Dude yokes are yellow! My interests are made fun of because they're orange, not yellow." Noah raised his eyebrow and asked,
"Seriously bro. You're defending yourself on this one?" Cody sighed and shrugged.
"Yeah… you have a point. Whatever. I still don't like The Beatles. They're all old, and all they sing about is love and crap."
"You seem to care a lot about love, considering you're still fawning over Gwen." Noah picked a piece of seaweed out of his hair and placed it gingerly on the table.
"Fawning! I'm not a dear Noah! I mean I once was but… well that was first season and I-,"
"Fawning has nothing to do with being a dear, darling. It's when you continuously seek attention from someone, even if it means degrading yourself. Being the hero all the time when you were on Team Amazon? Setting Gwen and Trent up so many years ago? I hate to say it, but it's just gotten sad, dude." Noah shrugged and continued to pick disgusting bits of sea life out of his hair.
"What! I don't do that! I mean I did do that, those examples, but I'm way over Gwen now. She's a thing of the past." Cody waved Noah off with a flick of his wrist and looked at the various drawings on the wall.
"Oh yeah? Well if you manage not to stumble, slip, trip, or make any sort of fool of yourself as Gwen walks by in twenty seconds, then you win. She's a thing of the past." Cody moved sideways to watch his crush and Heather enter the establishment, and he crossed his arms.
"And what if you win?" Noah looked up, saw a small postcard on an air vent above, and smiled.
"If you make an absolute retard of yourself like you're going to, then I'm going to make you listen to five whole Beatles songs." Cody opened his mouth to complain, but quickly shut it.
"Fine. Deal. I'm not going to argue, because I know I'm going to win." Cody smiled triumphantly as Noah turned to see the girl's walking up.
"Alright. Here's your chance, braniac." Noah leaned back and watched as the other contestants cringed.
"Oh gross, what died."
"Probably that thing on your head…" Noah replied snarkily.
"I'm going to guess that it's whatever's crawling in your hair." Heather smiled and walked ahead, while Cody tried to greet the goth.
"Well, heh heh, see you found it here okay! Well we did too but Noah fell into the water, ya know. Pretty much the way I fell for-,"
"Cody!" Noah quickly threw a salt shaker at the malfunctioning teenager in front of him, then talked for Cody.
"Uh… vicious… slug. I'd suggest going to your table. Cody is just crawling with them right now. Uh bye." As soon as she turned away, Noah spread his arms in confusion. "What were you doing, dude!" Cody was not at all paying attention to his confused teammate, for he was more interested in the 'vicious' 'slugs' he was 'infested' with.
"Slugs! Slugs? I'm allergic to their slime!"
"You and me both, bro…"
"I don't have an EpiPen or anything! Crap crap crap!" As Cody freaked out, a waitress arrived with a giant plate that was loaded with a giant omelette.
"Oh my God…" Noah whispered to himself as the plate was set in front of them. The omelette was literally bigger than his head. "Cody."
"I'M TRYING TO FIND THE SLUGS!" He shouted as his head was down, searching frantically around his seat.
"There are no slugs Cody. I was trying to keep you from making a fool of yourself in front of Gwen. You failed. Now if we finish this in fifteen minutes, I might just forget The Beatles bet. Kay? Now-,"
"Nom like I've never nommed before?" Cody asked hungrily, grabbing something from his pocket.
"Whatever makes you hungrier, buddy."
"Good! I have my special omelette eating instruments right here." He retrieved a small black case, and opened it to reveal a shiny knife and fork, surrounded in black velvet. "I'm an omelette eating champion in case you didn't know. In fact, a couple years ag-,"
"NO TIME! JUST EAT!"
"YOU NOM OMELETTES! YOU DON'T JUST EAT THEM, NOAH." Noah mumbled a 'whatever' as Cody started wolfing down the fluffy, eggy goodness.
Well I have a feeling I'm going to update this soon, because I like where it's going. This is going to be my second rated T fic, so I'm kind of excited. Although it isn't the best, considering I'm still in the process of getting out of my writer's block, this will get better, maybe. If you review and stay along for the short journey. Sure. It will.