Hey everyone! Thanks for all the reviews! Yeah, I lost my bet. Who cares? Not me! I couldn't care less! Not even if I tried to care less. I. Do. Not. C-care. *pause* NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Seriously though, that episode was bad. The only good part was that Noah got a line! EEEEEEE!! This chapter is for you, Noah!

Summary: Izzy takes Noah on an... interesting day around town to find his Christmas spirit.

Pairing: IzzyxNoah

Day: December 11

Disclaimer: See previous chapters


Noah closed the blinds on his window, feeling nauseous. All of the buildings were covered in snow and decorations, and people were smiling all the time... it was too much for him to handle. Truth be told, Noah hated the holiday season. He couldn't stand all the joy and goodwill. It was the only thing that made him seasick on dry land.

He sat down in his recliner, opening his newest book. Today was going well. Aside from the moronic ditz who had wished him a Merry Christmas at the bookstore this morning, his day had been very un-Christmasy. And that was exactly how he liked it. He snuggled into his chair and began to read, when he heard three loud knocks against his wall.

"Hey Noah!"

Noah groaned. His neighbor, Izzy, liked to talk to him through the walls. She considered them to be "friends", when in fact, she was the reason he was looking for a new apartment.

"Hey Izzy." He grumbled back unenthusiastically.

"What'cha doing?" Izzy sang cheerfully.

"Planning your merry death."

"Ooh, fun! Can you use a chainsaw? I want it to be really gory!" Before Izzy could start rambling about blood and guts, (you know, classy stuff), Noah cut her off.

"What do you want?" He snapped more harshly than he intended. Izzy, however, didn't seem phased.

"Izzy's just talking to her buddy Noah! Izzy wants Noah to go to a Christmas party with her!" Her voice faded a bit towards the end, almost as if she was nervous. But robots didn't have emotions, and Noah was convinced that Izzy was an android sent from Hell to annoy him.

"Noah says no freaking way, and wants Izzy to leave him alone." Noah turned his chair away from the wall, hoping that the conversation was over. However, a few minutes later, he heard his door open to reveal an angry looking redhead.

"Why?" Izzy asked angrily, stomping over to him. Noah dropped his book in surprise.

"How'd you get into my apartment?" he asked, but she ignored him.

"Answer me." she said simply.

Noah sighed. "I'm not going to a Christmas party to see people I don't know and never will know, where I have to pretend to smile and make small talk about a holiday I hate."

Izzy smiled for a second, looking relieved, then frowned. "Wait... you don't like Christmas?"

"Yes. You just successfully repeated what I just said."

"But Christmas is the best time of the year! It's about a fat secret agent sending bombs into the houses of his enemies!"

"Are you on crack?"

Izzy continued as if she hadn't heard him. "Come on! How can you not like people sneaking into your house?"

Noah rolled his eyes. "Oh, it's a struggle, believe me. Speaking of people sneaking into my apartment, um... HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY APARTMENT!!!!???"

Izzy smiled at him and grabbed his wrist. Noah looked at her hand, blushing. A girl hadn't held his hand since he and his mom were crossing the street when he was five.

"Come on, my little Scrooge, we're going to find your Christmas spirit!"

"I'm not your-" Noah started, but stopped as Izzy dragged him out of his apartment. He could have yelled that he was being kidnapped by a psycho, (which wasn't a lie), but it wasn't like he had anything better to do today. Besides, he didn't want to get rid of the warmth he felt on his wrist.

...

"Where are we going?" Noah grumbled, sitting in the passenger seat while Izzy drove like a maniac. "And why isn't your car equipped with barf bags?"

Izzy shrugged. "We're going wherever the Christmas Spirit takes us."

Noah widened his eyes. "Are you crazy? How are we-"

Before he could finish, Izzy parked the car abruptly, making Noah fly forward in his seat. When he opened his eyes, he saw that they were parked in front of a toy store.

"What are we doing here?" Noah asked, but Izzy was already out of the car, skipping towards the store like a little kid. That was another theory of his, by the way.

He sighed, getting out of the car and following her. And to think, I could have been at home reading right now, he thought cynically.

When he got inside the store, he saw Izzy attacking the Boys section, rummaging through a bin.

"Izzy?" Noah asked. She turned around and grinned, clutching a toy gun to her chest.

"Isn't this the coolest? I wanna get it!"

"Now?"

"Hm, I was thinking for Christmas, but now would be better. It's ten dollars by the way."

"You want me to get it?"

"Yeah! I don't have any money."

"No. Way." Noah said slowly, putting emphasis on his words. "Now can we please go home?" Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked toward the door. Behind him, he heard whimpers and sniffs growing in volume. When he turned around to see what was wrong, he saw Izzy crying, clutching the toy harder.

"Oh God." Noah rolled his eyes, but went back to her. "Fine, fine, I'll buy it. Just stop crying!" He handed her a ten dollar bill. Her tears stopped immediately.

"Woo-ho! Now Izzy's gun collection is complete!" Izzy screamed, running towards the counter. Noah couldn't help but smile. She was just like a little kid.

Crap. This ruined his robot theory. Robots can't cry.

...

Somehow, Noah was able to wrestle the car keys from Izzy, who finally let him drive as long as they went where she wanted. Even though he didn't feel like he was in Grand Theft Auto anymore, Noah sort of wished that Izzy was driving, since her hands were free now, and they were fully dedicated to shooting marshmallows at his head.

"Can you please stop that?" Noah asked as nicely as possible while he fought the urge to kill her.

"Die, Colonel Fussy Pants, die!" Izzy cried. "All hail Captain E-scope! Ooh, park here!"

Noah parked the car where she pointed. In front of them was a large, Victorian style house, painted in a disgusting fushia color.

"Please tell me this is the house of your therapist." Noah pleaded sarcastically. Izzy grinned at him.

"Nope! He disappeared after our first session. This is the house of the Christmas party!"

Noah quirked an eyebrow. "And we're here because..."

"I just want to leave them a little surprise... Explosivo style!"

"But I thought... you said... you and me..."

"Yeah, I wanted a friend to be there with me, as sort of a partner in crime, you know?"

"Why didn't you just ask one of your friends?"

Izzy looked at him for a minute, before silently getting out of the car. But Noah understood what she meant: she didn't have any other friends. Now Noah understood her constant talking to him: she was lonely, and though he probably wasn't her first choice, he was the only one who would put up with her. Noah had never felt guilty before, but that day, he found out that he didn't care for it.

"Wait!" Noah called, getting out of the car. Izzy was already in the backyard, setting small, colorful balls around the house.

"What are those?"

"Paint bombs," Izzy said as if she was talking about the weather, "I never liked these people. And now, in the middle of their fancy party, BOOM-BOOM!" She tossed him one of the bombs. "Here. can you stick this up that pipe?" She pointed to a loose pipe.

"What? Why me?"

"Because, out of the two of us, you're the scrawniest." Izzy giggled. "Now move, Colonel Fussy Pants!"

"I hate my life." Noah muttered, but he stuck his arm up the pipe anyway, depositing the bomb. As he was taking his hand out, however, he felt something furry brush against his hand.

"AAAAHH!!! A SPIDER!!!" He screamed, waving his arm in the air and jumping around. Izzy giggled.

"It's not funny! I'm deathly allergic to spiders!" Noah glared at her.

"Sure, sure." Izzy waved her hand. "Come on; there's one more place I want to go to tonight."

...

They were at their destination in a matter of minutes, thanks to Izzy's driving. Noah got out of the car and found himself standing in front of a small, snow covered park. In the middle was what looked like a construction area.

"What's this?" He asked, moving towards it.

"It's a new project the city's working on. It'll be a permanent Christmas in the middle of town! Look, they have an artist's rendering of the finished product." Izzy grabbed his hand and pointed.

In front of the scaffolding was a canvas describing a beautiful forest of evergreen trees covered in snow and lights. Children were making snow angels, while a couple kissed under the lights.

"Wow." Noah breathed.

"Yeah." Izzy replied. They stood there for a few seconds, holding hands, staring at the unfinished buildings, letting the snow and wind play with their hair. Finally, Izzy turned to him.

"What do you think?"

"Not bad for a first date." he replied, smiling contently. That is, until he realized what he just said.

"You thought this was a first date?" Izzy asked, smiling.

"Well, I, um, you see..." Noah searched for a word, but Izzy only smiled at him, removing her hand from his. She took his face in her hands, and kissed him. It took a second for him to get over the shock, and then he returned it, leaning in slightly.

When they finally pulled apart, Izzy grinned at him, "So," she started, gripping his arm as they walked back to the car, "Would you like to go to the party with me?"

"I'd rather be beat over the head with a stick," Noah deadpanned, "But with you? I'd love to."

That was the first year that Noah loved Christmas.


Did you see the Christmas Carol allusion? Toy store= past, Party house= present, and Development= future. Gosh, I'm hilarious.

Okay, It can now be said that Noah and Izzy are the most fun characters on this show to write! Please review!

Tomorrow: Lindsay, Trent, and Christmas music.