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Summary: If you got here waiting for another supposedly romantic story with trashy humor and cheap sexually explicit scenes, please, don't even start reading. Thank you. Insert-sarcastic-remark-here, Noah. / Post-series.
Warning: English isn't my first language. It's Spanish. If you notice any grammatical error or something like that, please let me know. Thank you!
Cover by Ringo-Tensai. Thank you so much!
Always
Nirvana was really nice, or at least, that was my personal perception.
I thought that way even before I could see her face, but now it was like an undeniable fact.
The connection I felt with that voice every night was still there, maybe even stronger. The talk was fluid, laughter was outrageous and smiles were sincere.
I was happy. Rarely I'm happy. And I guess that's fine, that way, I can feel happiness more intensely.
"So... Poe or Hemingway?"
Nirvana seemed to analyze my question in deep concentration, as we left the Bookcafé and I accompanied her home.
She grimaced.
"Let's see... Hemingway with love, war, nature, and loss..." she began, in a tone so low that I had to lean a little to hear her. "And Poe, master of the short stories and the father of the Gothic novel... it's a tough decision!"
"Let me see, an easy one..." I muttered, pretending I was thinking deeply. I smiled wryly. "Meyer or James?"
Nirvana gave me a totally incredulous look, before letting out a mocking laugh, which I couldn't help joining seconds later.
"They're the same crap!" she exclaimed, laughing, shaking her head. She sighed to calm herself. "However, I guess the original crap has merit, plus it's not about woman abuse disguised as eroticism. So I'll say Meyer."
"Excellent choice. Glittery vampires deserve love too."
Nirvana laughed again, and I could only smile. She was appeasing her breath slowly and stopping her laughter. She sighed again.
"I consider this as the right moment to inform you that we both attend the same college" she said then, as if it wasn't important, and ignored my incredulous look. "You cannot imagine how hard it was to hide so you wouldn't see me in the halls...!"
"All this time you were close... and didn't say anything?"
"Well, you should've guessed, what college would I attend, if not the closest one, in the city where I've been living for years?"
She turned to me with a small smile that faded as it collided with my serious expression. I couldn't help it. It was frustrating to know I had spent whole nights imagining someone who probably I had already seen by accident.
"I'm sorry" she muttered then, looking away, embarrassed. "Are you angry?"
Was I? No. But I wanted to be, I really wanted to be.
"I'm not, I'm just... I'm disappointed. And frustrated" I mumbled, shrugging and hiding my hands in my pockets. "But I suppose it doesn't matter. Now I know who you are, and you must not hide anymore."
"I won't, never again."
It sounded like a promise.
Nirvana's house was several blocks from Bookcafe, and some more of my apartment. And while yeah, I really still hate walking, I could ignore fatigue.
"So... when's our next date?" she questioned suddenly, and I raised an eyebrow at that. She blushed slightly. "'Cause this was a date, right...?"
"I thought so. Unless you call it differently."
She shrugged, looking away quickly. One thing is hearing her say that she was shy, and quite another was to see it. I smiled a little.
"Tell me where to go, or what you want to do. I haven't dated many girls, so I have no idea" I mumbled, shrugging indifferently. "Honestly, I'm not a ladies man, although my Greek god face says otherwise..."
Nirvana chuckled at that, and shook her head slightly.
"Don't play the innocent, heartbreaker" she joked, giving me a small, harmless hit in the arm. "I haven't dated many people either... my best friend counts?"
"Does he look at you for long periods of time, has silly excuses to touch you and speaks softly just to come closer to you?"
"Yep, sometimes."
"Then yes, he counts."
She shook her head quickly, making het red curls bounce around.
"Nope. He's like my brother, he would never see me that way" she said, though I wasn't so sure. "Anyway... what if we plan it later?"
"Procrastinate everything to the last minute?" I muttered, arching an eyebrow. "That's my specialty."
"That makes two of us, honey."
I smiled again, and she returned the gesture instantly. She stopped suddenly and pointed to a house with an old facade, like a child asking for ice cream.
"Here it is" she confirmed, with a brief sigh."You better go, before the big bad wolf, aka my mother, sees you."
You don't have permission to date yet, you big girl?" I asked with a mocking tone, but I really wanted to know
"Yes, I have permission. But I don't want her to see you, not yet. Is it wrong?"
"I don't care. I'm dating you, not your mom."
"Preach it."
She giggled softly, before standing on tiptoe to kiss my cheek briefly. She turned away, blushing, and I was pretty sure that the heat on my skin was visible.
"See you, Noah."
I nodded once, unconsciously smiling at her words.
"See you, literally."
My good mood lasted two whole weeks before being replaced by exhaustion and the conclusion that my literature teacher hated me and needed to get laid.
Speaking of literature teacher who need to get laid, or people who dress like literature teachers and also need to get laid, Scarlett was working hard to introduce her psychotic person in the gangster gnome's life.
She was good at it. One Friday night, she was better.
She arrived at the apartment a little early, and I could hear her footsteps coming running to the living room. Still, I didn't lift my eyes from my book when she stopped at the door.
"Noah!" she cried, and her extremely happy tone made me look at her in disbelief, only to see a huge smile on her face and several shopping bags hanging on her arms. "What time is it?"
"Adventure Time?"
"Yes...! Wait, no!"
Her smile (so wide that it was creepy) didn't vanish when she approached me to drop herself on the couch next to me. I couldn't help but move away a little, suspicious.
"It's time for my victory, my high IQ friend" she said, with a short cynical laugh. "Because my plan has finally paid off. Literally, I must say."
Before I could drop some sarcastic and biting remark, she dropped her shopping bags and opened her leather bag (new, by the way) to take a wad of cash. A fucking very generous wad of cash.
"Do you know what this is?"
"Paper with monetary value?"
"Exactly. And it's mine, all mine" she boasted, looking at the money like a mother would stare at her firstborn. "Because I, Scarlett Stone, am Mr. Parker's new assistant."
I arched my eyebrows in disbelief. Her daily reports on her progress were good, but not 'sooo' good, as for this.
Besides, who the hell would 'hire' the person who tried to murder you a few years ago? Only an idiot. I guess it makes sense in this context, then.
"Then the dwarf fell into your trap" I mumbled with a nonchalant grin. "Congratulations...?"
"Thank you" she said, obviously proud of her achievements. "I admit I have fought my overriding desire to abandon the plan and avoid the humiliation serving to such a pathetic human specimen, but... it's worth it."
She looked again to her wad of money, and all her shopping bags around her ñ. Her smile returned.
"It's worth it."
She repeated it, perhaps to convince herself, or to add unnecessary drama to the situation.
No matter the reason, o just know that she will regret this. I bet my Lord of the Rings books that she will regret this. Yes, I'm really serious.
Really serious.
Hey there again!
Chapter ten. What will happen with Noah and Nirvana? Will Scarlett steal Max's fortune, I mean, Mr. Parker's fortune? Will I stop asking questions? Yes, I will xD
Anyway... I have some reviews to answer.
Acosta Perez Jose Ramiro: Thank you! Nirvana is the first OC I ever created, and I made her specially for this story. Anyway, I signed her in some SYOC stories while I was creating her.
Brozonglover52: Well, right now I'm writing a chapter that features them, so...
Artemis Raven Courtney: She accomplished something now, we'll see what happens next...
MyNameDontMatter: Things are gonna go wrong, awfully wrong... just wait and see. Thank you!
The Abysswalker: Yeah, it was Nirvana. Maybe everyone should have seen it coming :P Thanks, sincerely.
Ali6132: Thank you. Well, maybe she was just guided got what she saw on TV, and there wasn't much interaction between the them apart from that special. Heh, I feel bad for them too, I guess. Poor Max, I know. Bye!
Well, I gotta go. Take care, you're loved.
Read you soon!
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