Alright, I'm back! I don't know what just happened. I was practically dead for nearly the whole week and I didn't get a chance to reply to my messages. Anyways, be prepared because a friend and I are about to start a little story for you guys real soon! We both don't know what to do yet exactly, but in time we will and the story might come up in a few months or weeks, whichever comes first. Thanks for the support, as well as your feedback telling me not to give up. I really don't want to end up like most people who discontinue their stories just because nobody likes it. I did that with a few of my stories before. I wanted to repost them but I don't know if it's allowed to repost. It might just get annoying for you guys. Anyway, here's the next chapter!
Noah's POV
"Sierra, are you crazy?!" I exasperated.
"I'm always crazy," she answered nonchalantly.
I palmed my face in frustration, "I MEAN, can't you get any crazier?! We can't just go to New York now," I screamed.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"GOSH, Sierra! What he means is we can't just go there unprepared! And another thing, it's only been what… at least THREE days since Cody left. We can't give him the face-to-face welcome wagon just yet," Harold added. I nodded in response to his objection.
"Well we can go there anyday right?" she asked again.
"But we don't have any plans to go there by plane… it'll probably take weeks before we can go onboard it," Owen answered.
"This better not be an excuse just to get out of your little phobia of flying," I retorted.
"Maybe…." He said, sweating as if the sun's just two feet away.
"Who needs flying anyway?" she said as she winked at Izzy. My eyes widened suspiciously. Izzy gave a half-hearted gasp, "You… you mean I can—"
"Yes you can, Izzy. It's your time to shine!"
"Oh crapballs…" Harold started.
"YES! Time to try out that submarine I built," Izzy said excitedly while fiddling with her fingers deviously. My eyes widened in shock. Izzy's been with me almost throughout her teenage lifespan, and I have never seen her leave me for even just an hour. And oftentimes I would go with her just because she goes on a date with Owen. I'm like her sidekick or something. And I hate becoming one too.
"NO WAY, YOU MADE A SUBMARINE?! I'M IN!" Harold said, pushing me aside.
"That's a lot better than flying an airplane… hehe. Count me in!" Owen added, raising his hand.
"Hey, whoa now! First of all, why a submarine? And second of all, is that even safe considering that you built it?" I reminded.
"Noah, don't you trust me?" she asked.
I looked at her blankly, "I have, and you made me break it several times."
Izzy grabbed both my hands firmly, "Don't worry, Noah, we'll be fine! I've got the most reliable and durable supplies needed to build it. And I used a bit of creativity as well," she winked. I looked at her awkwardly and released her grip from me. "Right…"
"Alrighty guys, we can do this! My Cody's going to be really happy to see me again!" Sierra squealed while jumping up and down hysterically.
"Guys, I hate to condescend on your little idea here, but—," I tried to say until Harold butted in on me.
"Noah, don't you want to see Cody again?" he asked.
"Yeah but—"
"Come on, Noah, it's been forever since you two last saw each other face-to-face!" Izzy added.
"It's been at least three days, Izzy," I answered blankly.
"STILL! We all know you can't last a day without the dork," Izzy said teasingly
"That's Sierra, not me," I corrected. I know I miss the little idiot but I don't miss him too much… do I? Nope, definitely not as much as Sierra. Speaking of which, I turned over to her and saw her sniffing on Cody's shirt. Wait, Cody's shirt?
"Where'd you get that?" I asked her.
"Oh, I found it in one of your drawers," she answered. "What WAS it doing there?" It took me a while before I could remember it all. "Oh yeah, that's right. I remember Cody visited my room and slept there for the night. I remember falling asleep on my desk since I was working that time. Turns out he forgot his shirt here and left in a hurry," I recalled.
"Oooh….. so Cody slept on your bed?" Izzy asked mischievously.
"First of all, have you not been hearing every word I just said?" I snarled. "And second of all, where are you getting at here?"
"Nowhere," she answered, giving me that same creepy grin. I rolled my eyes in frustration, "Fine, believe what you want."
"I don't know where you two are getting at, and I don't like it either," Sierra said suspiciously.
"Don't let Izzy's crazy love story fantasies get to you, Sierra. You should obviously know that they're not real," I remarked blankly with frustration.
"So, Izzy, out of topic but where's that submarine you were talking about?" Harold asked excitedly. Here we go again.
"It's right-"
*At a dock somewhere*
"Here!" she finished. We all had our mouths agape. Oh shit it does look like a submarine… a REAL one to be exact.
"Wow you weren't joking when you said you made one that actually looks safe," I started.
"Really? I think you underestimated me," she answered deviously.
"Whatever."
"I-I dunno Izzy… what if I don't fit? What if… What if I break the whole thing?" Owen asked nervously. I gave Owen a look of concern. He's right, what if that sub can't endure his morbidly obese weight?
"Don't worry, Big O, Izzy's made this submarine vulnerable and resistant towards your sweetly oversized weight," Izzy said soothingly.
"Does the sub have food?" he asked, smiling at her.
"All you can eat my chubby caterpillar," she answered sweetly. Harold and I gagged while Sierra just plainly said aww.
We all walked to the dock and saw the entrance of the sub, where we all have to go down, enjoy the ride, and barf within the next half hour of our trip. We went in and it looked a lot larger on the inside than on the outside. I felt quite impressed but I've never felt this doubtful in my life.
"So, are you guys ready for this!?"
"YEAH!" Everyone said… everyone but me.
"No."
"No?" Izzy asked. The others looked at me with discontentment.
I shook my head and crossed my arms. "Izzy, I don't think this is such a good idea."
"Look wise guy, I know your opinions have always given us a great answer in the end, but come on, you have to trust us on this!" Harold remarked.
"You're missing the point here! Cody's the one living his own life now alright? We've been around him for far too long and he wants to know what it's like to live on his own. Maybe Trent will be by his side for the time being but in the end, he's just looking for independence! He wants to settle his own problems without us. Look, if you're thinking that he doesn't need us well you're wrong. Get a clue you guys, we need to give him a chance! And also, we can't just barge into him at that split second once we see him," I explained.
"Hm fair point… but still, we won't help him, Noah. We just want to see him," Harold pointed out.
"HE HASN'T BEEN GONE FOR A WEEK!" I screamed. "HOW MANY TIMES SHOULD I POINT THAT OUT?!"
We both growled at each other and Izzy broke us apart. "Alright, guys, stop!" She turned to me and smiled. "You're right, Noah. But you do miss the little guy right?"
I growled, "Izzy…"
"No, no, no I'm serious! You do right?"
I glared and looked away, arms crossed once more, "So what if I do?"
"Exactly! We all miss him to the point where we want to see him again."
"I did explain why we can't right?" I asked sarcastically.
"Duh, jeez your memory's acting up," Izzy answered shockingly, unaware of my sarcasm… again.
"Says the sociopath who can't read between the lines," I retorted angrily.
"Well guess what, I've got an idea!"
"You always have an idea," I reminded.
"I know right! Damn I'm so smart!"
"I'm utterly impressed."
"Damn straight!"
"Tell me this 'idea' of yours," I said, quoting 'idea'.
"We're going to disguise ourselves!"
"Disguise ourselves? That's a-" Sierra suddenly got in my way and squealed, "WONDERFUL IDEA IZZY! Let's do it!"
"She read my mind," I answered. You know when I'm being sarcastic or not right?
"Disguise ourselves? How are we going to do that?" Harold asked.
Izzy walked over to the size of the submarine and pressed a button, revealing some kind of wardrobe room, you know, the one where real all-stars get to do their own business.
"Wait, who's driving?" Owen asked.
"Nobody is; this is an automatically driven submarine!" Izzy answered.
"Whoa, sweet…" Harold complimented, jaw dropped. I'd laugh if it stayed there permanently.
"Just what the world needed," I remarked.
"We're going in disguise so real and so unsuspicious that nobody will be able to recognize us!" says the crazy fashion designer. "Any questions?" she added.
"Of course we have questions! How exactly are we going to disguise ourselves, Izzy?" Harold asked impatiently.
"Yeah, last time you had an idea like that and it went so well in the end," I reminded, not wanting to remember that incident.
"Duh, there will be hairstyling, no wigs! You, Harold, will have to wear a new set of contacts instead of glasses. Owen, it's time YOU lose weight. Sierra, you get all the makeup. And lastly, we have to change our personalities!" she finished.
"How can I lose my weight in less than…" Owen stopped as he started counting his fingers, "Three days?" he asked.
"Yeah and how am I going to endure wearing contacts?" Harold asked.
"Hey, that's better than Duncan breaking your spectacles, right?" I asked. All he did was shrug.
"Oh yay! I'm going to need lots of facial cream, and eye liners, and perfumes, and powders and—" I couldn't be bothered to hear any more of what Sierra has to say.
"And, Izzy, I don't like having my head shaved. I like my hair the way it is," I warned. It's long but not long enough to reach my shoulders yet.
"Chill out you guys," Izzy said, giving us each assorted sets of… ugh… make up.
"All we need is a little imagination," she finished. I got a comb from her, Sierra got a perfume, Owen got shaving cream for some reason and Harold got-
"HEY WHY DO I GET LIPSTICK?!" he barked. Izzy flinched, "Whoops…"
"That sure suits you," I muttered to myself. And I'm just glad he didn't hear that.
"Also, keep these close by with you," she said as she gave us each a watch. "Just so you know, our disguises will never stay permanent. That'll just ruin our image! So even though we change ourselves in any way we want, we can always revert back to our normal selves at the push of a button. And that's why we shouldn't lose these." She explained. I got a dark red watch, Harold's got a blue one, Sierra's got purple, Owen's white, and Izzy's green.
"So if we wear this before getting our makeover, the look we currently have will automatically be the original one that the watch will revert us back to at any time?" Owen asked.
"Yup!" We all put our watches on at that exact moment. "Now don't ever take them off. They're water prof and scratch prof as well."
"Whoa! Can we use these to communicate with each other?" Harold asked.
"Nope! It's only designed for time and reversion," she answered.
"Dang!"
"What about our voices?" I asked.
"That, we have to take care of ourselves."
"That's a toughie," Owen mumbled.
"Yeah, but we'll be fine."
- 5 days later at 8 am -
That's right, we've been in that submarine for FIVE days now. Normally a journey to New York from Canada is an hour away through flight and about a six hour drive depending on how far you are, but this is nuts! I knew this was a bad idea. Also, for the past few days, Izzy's been messing with our image and changing them into something vivid. She even made Owen lose fifteen pounds in less than two days! And I can't imagine how that's possible. One, we're in a submarine, and two, this place is bigger than the office Harold and I work in.
"Hey you guys, unfortunately I can't make Owen thinner than I wanted him to be…" she sighed.
"You sure got thinner," Harold commented blankly, referring to Izzy. "Whereas, I'm still not used to these contacts of mine…" Oh yeah, I forgot. Harold's been wearing blue contacts for three days now, and he's been mistaking people for objects and objects for people. His hair has been restyled as well. It's no longer like his bobbed hairstyle. His hair is styled as pompadour, you know the swept up kind of hairstyle and also, it's brown now… I can't take him seriously when he looks like that.
Speaking of which, Owen walked right up to an upset Izzy. I'll admit, he has gotten a bit thinner by a few pounds, but because this science-law-breaking submarine has a buffet and all that, he really couldn't resist eating all the food.
"Cheer up, Izzy, he did lose a few pounds. And like you said, he can always revert back to his normal self if he wanted to," Sierra commented. Speaking of which, Sierra's gotten her makeover as well. She dyed her hair black, just like all those normal girls, and no longer braids them. Her skin's now somewhat lighter than her usual tan due to all the facial and body cream she's used. Her make up's pretty heavy on her face and don't even talk to me about her weight change. She nearly looks like a freaking model. I swear if Cody met her without realizing she's Sierra, he might feel guilty about two timing Sierra if they were in a relationship. In reality, he'll just be dating Sierra in the end.
"It's not that.. it's just that… I don't want Owen to lose weight. I love him that way!" Izzy cried. I'm pretty sure she forgot about the watches she gave us.
"Aww, don't worry, Izzy! I'm still me. And also, I don't think I ever want to get thin again now that you said that," he said, hugging Izzy gently. Speaking of which, I said nothing all day. If you're wondering what's changed about me, the answer is simple: nothing.
"Aw, that's sweet. Now how are you going to change me?" I asked.
Izzy pulled her hug from Owen and grabbed my wrist. "Oh don't worry, I'll change you alright. You'll be the ultimate magnet of our gang, meaning you'll be the one to attract all them ladies out there," Izzy said, winking at me.
"I think I have enough fangirls already…"
"I know, but like I said, make sure Cody doesn't know," she said, winking again.
"Will you stop winking at me?" I asked angrily.
"Alright fine, party pooper," she said and off to the dressing room she led me.
"Wait, it's been five freaking days already, how much longer are we going to reach New York anyway?" I asked her. She giggled nervously at me and I raised an eyebrow at her suspiciously. "Yeah… about that, we reached New York about four days ago. I couldn't be bothered taking you guys out because we'll have nowhere else to stay."
"And we could have just accessorized ourselves in those little shops in the city?!" I asked.
"Yeah, but we might bump into Cody or Trent, or any Total Drama member we know who lives there. Nobody can keep a secret except us for now anyway," she explained.
I sighed and crossed my arms, "Fine, show me what you got."
"Excellent!" she chirped. Then she grabbed a megaphone out of nowhere and headed outside the room. "Attention everyone! We have reached our destination four days ago, please get out and stay by the dock. DON'T GO ANY FURTHER THAN THAT!" she screamed. Everyone, outside, started complaining and murmuring as I heard them leave. Izzy later returned and grabbed my shoulder.
"Let's get fabulizing!" I looked at her blankly. "This should be interesting…" I muttered dryly at her.
- 8:30 am —
"Alright guys, let's roll!" Izzy said. Her image changed after she changed mine. Her hair was straightened, she's wearing contacts of a different color, like Harold, and she's also wearing glasses. Don't ask me what we're all wearing, I can't describe that.
"Where's Noah?" Harold asked.
I got off the submarine and everyone had their jaws dropped at me.
"What?" I asked.
Izzy seemed to have changed me a lot differently to my normal self… well kind of. My hair has been styled by her. My formerly side swept bangs are now somewhat messier in terms of additional layers. The back of my hair's been trimmed slightly, my tan got slightly lighter and… I don't know. I'm just happy I don't look like some K-Pop singer. That would be as weird as hell.
"Wowee…" Harold commented.
"I love Cody, I love Cody, I LOVE CODY," Sierra mumbled to herself.
"Calm down fanzilla, I'm not going to date you," I answered monotonously.
"I know, he looks hot. Now let's think of our own separate personalities…" Izzy said as she wondered off into her own head for a bit.
"I got it! I'll be the leader of this gang of ours, Harold is the guy who starts a harem," she started.
"Hey! I don't start harems!" he objected.
"You sure did to Heather once," I retorted. Harold blushed and scowled, "Shut up!"
"Owen's the 'sweetheart' of our group, Sierra's the shy one-"
"Yeah… that's gonna be a little hard to follow," Sierra interrupted.
"Chill out, just don't talk too much until Cody tries to start a conversation with you."
"Ok, easy!" she chirped, suddenly changing her mind.
"And Noah, you'll be the smart aleck who always stays quiet. Not a word to anyone and just stay anti-social until the right person comes along," she said.
"That I can deal with," I replied. "Shouldn't we change our names as well?" I added.
"Yep! We should. Harold, you're Harry now, got it?" she asked him.
"Hm… not bad for a name. I'll take it," he said.
"Yeah this is going to work…" I muttered to myself.
"Come on, Noah. We've come this far, have faith!" Izzy said.
"You mean you've come this far, right?" I asked sharply.
"Alright fine… this is your one and only chance, Izzy."
"Oh thank you!" she said, hugging me.
"Ack!"
"Oh, Izzy, what's my name?" Sierra giggled.
"Your name's Sarah for now," Izzy answered.
"Yay!"
"Owen, your name is now… um… Oscar?" she asked.
"No… I don't like that name," he said.
"Yeah neither do I… how about Orlando?"
"Sounds good, after all it'll never stay the same forever right?"
"Right!" Izzy smiled.
"Why am I always the last?" I asked.
"Problem?" she asked me.
I glared, "What do you think?"
"I'm joking silly!"
"Whatever… just give me a different name…"
"Give him a nerdy name," Harold joked.
"How about Niall?" Izzy asked.
I glared at her more, "I think he meant 'nerd' not 'directioner'…"
"More like directionerd…" Sierra joked, making Owen and Harold laugh. I growled at them eerily.
"Alright fine, how about… Noel?"
"Too obvious," I replied.
"Niall it is," she concluded. I flinched.
"Yes!" Harold exclaimed.
"I'll murder you guys one day," I warned.
"Also, we're not going to show up with Cody altogether. We'll have to split up when we're in school and at least just try to be his friend separately. If we go altogether he'll surely find out that it's us," Harold planned.
"That's so clever of you, Harry," I mocked.
"Why thank you, directionerd," he mocked back, making me glare daggers at him. Oh if only they were real. All of us soon went our own way and ended up meeting at Cody's school, which Sierra was able to track down with her CPS. And don't even ask me what that means, because I'm sure you've heard of this before.
Cody's POV
"You ready for the test today, Trent?" I asked.
"I've never been more ready than anything," he answered. "Do you think Ms. Clark will get rid of that ghost in your apartment?"
"Yeah, she's got a paranormal investigation team to take care of that. I demanded an explanation too so we'll be talking later tonight."
"Oh, sweet. I can go with you."
"Thanks!"
We went to our seats and popped our bags down. The teacher came in not long after and gave us our test papers. It was a physics test and I'm fairly good at it. Science is my thing, without it, I doubt I'll ever be good at technology.
"Now before you start your tests, I have a new student to introduce you," he said. "Please come here and stop wasting our time."
The boy came closer and closer and as he showed his full self, all the girls started squealing.
"Who's that hottie over there?" says one of the girls.
"Psh… look, even my girlfriend's attracted to him," Trent huffed.
"You mean soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend right?" I whispered.
"Yep," he whispered back. I took a closer look at the boy. He had dark brown hair with side swept bangs, his eyes are blue, and he's wearing a casual burgundy collared shirt with black jeans and sneakers. For some reason, I couldn't stop looking at the guy.
"Cody? You too huh?" Trent smirked.
"Huh, what? Oh sorry," I muttered.
"Please welcome, Niall everyone," the teacher greeted.
"SIT WITH ME NIALL!" the girls squealed. I stared at the boy longer. He didn't say a word. He just had his hands in his pockets and glances around like a security camera. His eyes stayed normal and all he did was breathe.
"You ready to take an unexpected exam, Niall?" the teacher asked. "It's a physics exam."
The boy nodded and the teacher asked him to take his seat. "There's a seat in front of Trent, so go sit there." The boy took his test paper and walked over to the empty seat anterior to Trent's.
The girls sitting next to that seat just squealed and forgot all about the test. He gave me a short glance and blinked away calmly. I think I forgot about the test too…
"You may now start your test. You have twenty minutes," the professor announced, starting his timer.
I got my question and started to check the first question:
'Why is the sky blue?'
I stretched my hands and smiled, "This is too easy," I mumbled to myself.
Next up, talk to the new guy. Niall huh? I wanna hear his voice.
That took a while to get done. The update really took a long time didn't it? Well tell that to my other stories. Here's the chapter you wanted. Trust me, I'm not trying to ruin their images. Heck even I like them the way they are. Update coming soon! Heh, Niall.. wow.
