Gidday everyone! Alright so… since I posted the first chapter, some of you were desperate for a second chapter… and I got an unexpected quantity of faves and stuff, which hardly ever happens. This was meant to be a oneshot, I forgot to mention that in the first chapter. But since you all asked for a chapter 2, this is what you get.

Seriously, I had no further ideas to continue this story but since you asked, I'll do it. Luckily after a while I came up with an idea so feel free to read. By the way, ratings might change so be aware of that before you read…

Thanks for the continued support everyone!


I laid down on my bed, staring onto the ceiling when all of a sudden I heard my dad yell. "Son, get your good-for-nothing ass down here!" I groaned and lazily walked out of my room and down to the living room. Here they go again, yelling at me for reasons I may never understand. It's always been this way and I highly doubt that it'll ever change.

"Do you know why we wanted you here?" he asked me.

I slouched and palmed my forehead. "To yell at me like you always do?" I asked rhetorically.

"Don't take that tone on us young man!" my mom retorted.

"Come on you guys, give me a break! I came all the way back here from that sadistic reality TV show and this is what I get?!" I snapped, but I tried to keep my voice to minimum knowing that they'll get mad at me even more. That's all they notice in me after all…

"Cody, of all the times you embarrassed us, I'd say this is your worst performance yet." My mom sobbed.

"Why, because I didn't win the million?" I asked blankly.

"What do you think?" my dad snapped.

"Dad, I tried okay-" I flinched once my dad started roaring at me.

"No you didn't! I watched you out there and you were completely acting like an idiot! And furthermore, you keep hitting on the ladies, especially that Sarah, instead of focusing on what's more important!"

I snapped back, "First of all, you're wrong. I WAS trying my best out there. Second of all, I'm done with hitting on the ladies now, so don't even try to make me remember the horrible events I've witnessed with them, and third and most important of all, it's SIERRA, not Sarah!" I stood up and stomped upstairs to my room.

I heard my dad yell back at me. "Hey! You get back down here sir! SIR!"

"Sir?" I gasped as my eyes opened. One of the flight attendants woke me up. "The man next to you would like to be excused from his seat for a moment. Is it alright if you move out of your seat for a bit so that he can move out?" she asked politely.

"Oh, of course! Heh, sorry ma'm." I apologized as I moved out for a few seconds to let the other guy passed. After that, I sat down and buckled my seatbelt on.

"Thank you, sir." She said

"No worries!"

So it was a dream… okay well not a dream, but a memory. I sighed and leaned against my seat. I'm still on the plane all the way to New York and it's been 3 hours since it last took flight. I'm now starting to have second thoughts on my decision.

No. I'm doing this for my future… And I'm also doing this because I'm tired of my parents treating me unfairly. What made me more tired was that I really need to get over with Gwen; she'll never love me… not one slight bit. And that's just great… I can't sleep anymore.

I shrugged. "Now what good movies are on here…?" I asked myself as I reached for the remote to switch on the small TV in front of me.

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Noah's POV

I typed up the last code for the new game I made to be handed up. It was a thing we did at our small group, which now became even smaller now that Cody's not around. Basically it was him, me, and Harold. And now that Cody's gone, Harold and I are the only ones managing our little Nerd Lodge. It became a lot quieter without him, not that I needed it or anything, and Harold obviously didn't need any silence. He wasn't in his best mood at all. And I have to admit, so was i. I'm just too clever to hide it.

"Why did you let him go?" he asked me darkly. I took of my glasses and looked away from the computer, "Why did you agree with me?" I asked blankly.

"I had to because I wanted what's best for him… but now that he's gone, I'm starting to think that your idea of letting Cody leave was wrong!"

"It wasn't my idea, it was Cody's."

"Even so! He was our friend, we wanted him to stay, and you're the only one who agrees with him?! What's wrong with you?! Don't you even CARE about what may happen to him?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "And what exactly would happen then if Cody stayed? We're not an enough reason for him to stay here, Harold. Also, the real reason why he left Canada was to be away from his parents. We can't stop him because it's HIS decision. I don't want to be responsible for ruining his future now would I, Harold?"

"Yes, but there are people in New York are bastardized jerks! Who knows what would happen if Cody spends the rest of his days there. This isn't just about his decision we're talking about here, Noah; it's his safety!" he snapped.

I glared and stood up from my chair. "Lots of guys we knew here were bastardized jerks too. And if that's what you think, then why the hell do you think Cody made it to the Final Three?"

"It was probably dumb luck! And that's why he has to stay!"

I palmed myself. For a nerd like him, I can't name one time where he's never given me a headache. "No, it's not just dumb luck. He really is just trying. Unlike everyone else, who just ends up lollygagging and cheating, he plays by the rules. And somehow, which can be somewhat saddening, is that Chris's neglect upon him is what made him get through."

"Exactly, that's dumb luck!"

"Didn't you hear every word I said and not just the last sentence…?" I growled lowly.

Harold crossed his arms. "Whatever, he should have stayed!"

I finally snapped. "For the endth time, Harold, it's CODY's decision, not ours! You miss him, I miss him, we all do! We know it's not fair but this is what Cody wants! He wants to be free. Furthermore, we're all 18 years old, Harold. Nothing can stop us from making our own decisions, not even our own friends. It's our choice, and we go where our future takes us. So suck it up already! Cody. Will. Be. Fine. He can protect himself, and we will know when something goes wrong, so please stop pestering me will all of this!"

Harold just froze at me as a panted after every last word I spat. I rolled my eyes in frustration and sat down to face the computer.

I put on my reading glasses and heard Harold sigh. "Despite all that, you do miss the little guy, right?"

I sighed back, "As difficult as it is for me to admit it, I do, but what more can I ask for than Cody trying to find his own happiness? It's his choice, so only Cody will know whether he made it right or not. And besides, he's bound to visit us anytime right?" I turned to face him arms crossed.

Harold scratched his head. "I guess." I stared at him blankly and stood up, hearing the doorbell.
"Good, and I hope you're hungry, cuz lunch has arrived." Harold shot me a small smile and gave me the payment.


And there goes the second chapter. Hopefully nobody'll be dead on this one. Read, yadda yadda fricking yadda.

Once again, thanks for your support! And I must say, Noah might just be beyond good looking with glasses on eh? Or he'll just be beyond nerdy... or both.