I've got a new chapter for you guys! Once again, dead but I don't mind. Deep down I know you're still reading. Sadly, we lost a fave… and I don't like it when that happens. But hey, stuff happens right? Anyways, in the next few chapters there will be no more hauntings and just a regular old high school life for Cody. Insanity won't stop boosting on Noah's part. Woot woot! I'll make this one short… obviously long chapters aren't that worth the write. Even I can't read chapters that are too long. At least a thousand words or two will do.

Cody's POV

I kept the washed dishes and sighed in relief, "Oh now that tasted great." I burped quietly and hiccupped at the same time, "Excuse me."

"Man, you really are still a kid," Trent joked.

"Am I?" I joked.

"Yeah," he laughed.

Silence filled the room.

"So… Skype?" Trent mumbled. I grinned in response and headed for the stairs. "I'm WAY ahead of you!" I giggled as I childishly ran up the stairs. What am I doing? I'm a young adult for crying out loud!

"Hey!" Trent yelped as he followed.

We both headed for my room and I stopped for the door. For your information, I may be wimpy but I can run fast. I opened the door and he pushed me right into my room, both of us landed on the carpet floor.

"That was awesome," Trent laughed. I laughed back. "Yeah! We should do this more often."

"Yes, yes we should."

I looked over to my phone on my bedside table and saw another spamload of messages from Sierra. I smiled and replied back, politely telling her to stop and I'm fine.

"Stay here while I go get my laptop," Trent requested as he went to his bag.

"No kidding, this is my room you know," I answered.

"Haha, yeah."

I heard my phone calling me and answered it. It was Sierra.

"CODY WHERE ARE YOU?" she screamed, loud enough to make my hair blow as if the wind had just passed by.

"AAH!" I yelped, nearly dropping my phone. I grabbed hold of it and placed it on my other ear. "Uh… I mean, I'm at home, Sierra…" I answered, rubbing my other ear in pain.

"Everything ok, dude?" Trent asked. I looked back at him and nodded.

"SKYPE WITH ME NOW PLEASE! I'M ANXIOUS TO SEE YOU RIGHT NOW!" she begged.

"Chill, Sierra I will! Just stop screaming in my ear please. You're deafening me!" I cried.

"Oh, sorry," she apologized, her voice finally toning down to a lower volume.

"It's okay a-"

"Call us later! PLEASE!" she barked, her voice rising again.

"Ok, ok! Just wait please!" I answered as I ended the call.

Trent grabbed his laptop and walked over to me, "Dude, did Sierra just scream at you?" he set himself and his laptop on my bed, and I sat with him. "Whoa… is that a Mac?" I asked, eyes widened.

"Yup," he answered. "You jelly?" he asked jokingly.

"I'm as jelly as candy," I responded, making him laugh.

"Good one." He clicked the Skype button and erased his username, "It's all yours, man."

"Why thank you," I said as he gave me his laptop and I logged in. "Can you touch the screen of this?" I asked. "You sure can."

"Awesome!" I exclaimed as I put in my login details. "Here goes nothing," I said as I clicked login.

Instantly, there was a call coming in. for some reason, it ended. As a matter of fact, my messages were spammed with several missed calls from Harold. Either they logged into Harold's account just to call me nonstop, or Sierra just hacked into his account just to spam call me.

"That's a lot of missed calls you got there…" Trent sighed.

"Please, wait till you see my chatbox with Sierra," I warned as I clicked it, showing thousands of missed calls.

"DUDE," his eye sockets grew huge and zoomed his face into the screen. "This is more than the number of times I tried to call Gwen after we broke up!"

"Heh, I could break the Guinness Book of World Records with this," I chuckled. He stared at me and released his grip from the screen. "That would totally make sense. Quick, let's make a call."

"You wish," I snorted and heard him laugh. I gave them a webcam call and saw Trent getting off the bed and started hiding at the side.

"What are you doing?" I smiled curiously.

"They won't know I'm here until they see me. So shush," he said.

"Oh yea-"

"CODY!" Sierra squealed. I jumped on my bed, my face landing on my pillow and away from the camera. Trent tried to hold back his laughs.

"That's a nice booty by the way," Sierra purred. It was facing the camera wasn't it… I blushed and immediately sat up.

"Wha- I- What are you talking about?!" I stammered. In the background I heard Owen and Harold laughing.

"Wow, Cody's got the booty," Harold complimented. I snared.

"Wait till I visit you, Harold," I warned.

"Yeah. Hey, why not come over here right now and we can whoop Harold's ass together," Noah suggested. I started laughing really hard at that point.

"You'll be surprised on what I can do with a scrawny figure like this," I said as I gestured to my wimpy self. Noah chuckled, "I'll look forward to that."

"So, what did you guys have?" I asked, referring to their dinner.

"PIZZA!" Owen squealed.

"Oh, dude, is that Owen?!" Trent exclaimed, jumping on my bed. So much for the surprise…

"TRENT!?" Owen stammered. "YOU'RE ALIVE?!"

"I always was, man!" he answered.

"Ohoho, dude! It's great to see you again!" Harold greeted.

"Hey Trent," Noah greeted.

"Hi, Trent! I don't know if you know or remember me, but I'm Sierra," Sierra greeted.

"Hey. Don't worry, Sierra, I've remembered you since the Manhunt," Trent replied.

"YIPPEE~!" she squealed. "CODY! I MISS YOU SO MUCH; EVEN BEFORE YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE. EEEEEEE!"

"I miss you too… hehe," I said nervously while scratching my head. Trent nudged me on the shoulder playfully and I blushed, making him stop.

"Looks like the Codemeister's in love…" Harold teased.

"Am not!" I retorted, my face getting redder.

"You sure? I'm not convinced by that rosy face of yours," Noah teased, crossing his arms.

"Noah… I will find you, and I will get you," I warned.

"I'd like to see you try."

I groaned, "Don't challenge me!"

"Too late."

"You wait, know-it-all!"

"Indeed I will," he answered, unthreatened.

I scowled inwardly and gave up, "Fine, you win."

"Yeah that's what I thought," he smirked. I glared and turned away arms crossed. "Hmph!"

"Hey, Harold, how's Justin doing?" Trent asked.

"Oh, he's fine. He finally became a supermodel… a gay looking one to be more precise," Harold answered.

"Psh, don't say that. I assure you that Justin was born to be a model," Trent replied.

"No kidding," he answered rhetorically.

"TRENT! I STILL HAVE YOUR OLD GUITAR WITH ME," Owen screamed.

"Yeah, I figured. Will you guys be coming over soon?"

"Uh I don't know. I'm pretty sure we will," he answered.

For some reason, it felt like someone was missing.

"Hey, Noah."

"Yeah?"

"…Where's Izzy?"

"Yeah…. About her, she's asleep," he replied.

"Really!?"

"Yeah. She was on a pizza high." My eyes widened.

"And I thought only Owen could do that."

"Meh, they're just too perfect for each other."

I laughed softly, "Yeah… I guess they are."

Sierra suddenly jumped in onto the camera and spoke, "HEY CODY! BE PREPARED, CUZ WE'RE GOING TO SEE YOU IN A COUPLE OF DAYS!"

"You are?" I asked

"They are?" Trent asked.

"We are?" Owen, Harold and Noah asked.

"YEP!" Sierra said excitedly. "SO YOU BETTER GET READY! OMG I'M SO EXCITED EEEEEE!"

"Oh dang, good luck man," Trent said, patting my back.

I gulped, "I can't wait to die…"

"Don't you dare do that, Cody, I will freaking kill you if you die," Harold warned.

"And I will certainly kill you if you kill him," Noah muttered darkly.

"Gee, you're right. They do care about you," Trent turned to me, smiling. I looked at him skeptically, "I swear, I'm not even joking."

All of a sudden, we both heard Izzy's voice, "Izzy's AWAKE!" she screamed.

"Hi, Izzy! It's been a while," Trent greeted.

"Trent? Is that you? Or am I still dreaming?" Izzy asked, rubbing her eyes and pinching her skin.

"Nope, it really is him," Owen finished.

"Oooooh! HI TRENT! I'm Izzy! What's yours?" she asked.

Trent laughed, "It's been nearly five long years and you haven't changed a bit… well your hair got straightened up a bit and your voice kinda changed."

"I know right? I sound like…like…" all of us just waited for her to respond. "…like a girl…"

Noah face palmed himself, "Wow… Don't worry, Cody. She's not even a human being."

"You're probably right…" I mumbled.

"That's right, ladies. Izzy's a UFO!" she interrupted.

"Wow… big shocker. Gosh," Harold muttered blankly.

"Yeah… you've got an alien, and we've got-" Trent got cut off as I told him not to.

"Don't say it!" I whispered.

"Oh… I mean, we've got…. A new clone of Heather."

"A new clone of Heather?" Harold asked.

"Yeah… I had a girlfriend but we broke up," he answered.

"Oooh…. Gwent fans will be devastated if they see this," Sierra sighed.

"It's not like they're still active. Also, Gwen and I are just friends now," Trent explained. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"That's sad… you still love her right?" Owen asked.

"…I guess…." He admitted. "But you should see Cody, he's WAY over her now."

"We know… we've been there," Noah explained. I scratched my head nervously.

"Oh… sorry, Cody," Trent apologized.

"All good, for once in my life, I don't have to die everyday just by thinking about her," I sighed.

"That's okay, Codykinz…. Because I die everyday thinking about how you left me…" Sierra cried.

"I'll be fine, Sierra. I'll keep in touch with you everyday."

"YOU REALLY THINK SO?!"

"I know so," shouldn't she be expecting that?

"EEEEE!" I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Cute.. but seriously Sierra, enough with the squealing," Noah replied.

"Sorry."

"Hold on, Cody, you hung up on me earlier. What's the big deal?" Noah asked, with a slight tone of frustration in his voice.

"Ooh…. I guess you could say I was hungry that time," I said, half-lie, half-truth.

"Oh I so totally believe you," he answered sarcastically.

"Oooooh… Tell us Cody!" Izzy pleaded.

"It's not important really," Cody said.

"I wanna know to. Your temperature rose that time," Trent added. I flinched. "Trent!"

"Did Noah make you mad?!" Sierra asked.

"Um... well no. It just got pretty hot in here a while ago… hehe. See? Nothing strange here," I explained, not giving them eye contact.

"Okay then…" Noah said, giving up. I feel bad now.

"Anyways, we better go now, Cody. We'll chat with you tomorrow!" Harold said.

"Again?"

"Nope, just a normal cellphone call," he finished.

"Ah, ok."

"Good luck tomorrow. Oh and Trent, PROTECT MY CODYKINZ, PLEASE!" Sierra half barked half pleaded.

"Of course, Sierra," he smiled.

"GOODBYE!" Owen cried, still high on pizza.

"Later, Codygator!" Izzy said.

"See ya," Noah said simply, with a wave on the hand.

"Bye you guys," I said as I ended the call.

Trent and I just stared at each other. Silence filled the room. "Now what?" I asked.

"Wanna play a video game?"

"Sure," I said with a smile and grabbed two controllers and a game from my bag.

Noah's Apartment Room at 10 PM

"Well at least that call wasn't as insane as the last one," Harold sighed.

"Yeah," Noah answered.

"I don't know about you but I'm going to use your bathroom. Hope you don't mind, Noah," Izzy said.

"Oh… not at all," Noah scowled.

All of a sudden, Sierra started giving them each a bag.

"What are these for?" Owen asked.

"Pack your bags, guys. We're going to New York!" she squealed.

"WHAT?!" the boys screamed.

"When?" Izzy asked nonchalantly.

"TOMORROW!" she finally said.

"WHAT!?" the rest of them asked exaggeratedly.

I'm done for now. And yes, it's pretty short. I doubt I'm gonna submit a chapter with more than 3,000 words anytime soon. Anyways, feedback? None? I'm used to it. I have nearly one or two giving feedback and that alone makes me happy. Thanks for your continued support everyone!