I'm going to skip a few days so I can get to when Cody takes his cast off. If I wrote out everyday at Playa des Losers, you would get bored, lol.
Disclaimer: I don't own TDI, because I fail at life. =(
WARNING: You should know by now this is NoahxCody. You don't? Well, it's NoahxCody. Now you know.
"Get up, get up, get up, get up...." Izzy is saying over Noah, who's still laying in bed and sleeping even though it's noon.
"Go away, Izzy!" he grumbles, throwing the blankets over his head. I stifle a giggle.
"It's the afternoon! Get up, I'm bored!"
"Wake up Cody, then."
"But he's injured! I can't have fun with an injured person!" she glances at me, then at Noah, "A broken arm I could work with, or even a comma, but not a full body cast!"
"Go away." he says, attempting to go back to sleep.
"Hmph. Fine." Izzy left, mumbling some unintelligible.
"How do her parents deal with her?" Noah asks, to no one really, but I still respond.
"Maybe they're crazy, too."
"Maybe." he looks up at me, and I notice his skin is an even lighter shade of brown than usual-- like he's going pale.
"What's wrong? You look pale."
"You can't be pale if you're not caucasian, Cody."
"Oh. Right." realizing he's trying to change the subject, I ask again, "So what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired. And starving." he says.
"I could go get you something...."
"No." he says harshly.
"But--"
"I'm fine." he says.
I don't believe him, I feel honestly concerned for his health, but I still comply with an "Okay..."
I wish I could leave him alone so that he could sleep in peace, but I'm in too much pain to go outside. The sun would probably fry me, like it usually did when I tried to tan. I make a mental note to try to tan when I'm out of my cast, then decide to just take a nap again. It's not like I can do much else. Even though I'm a morning person, I feel completely drained of energy. So drained that, as soon as I close my eyes, I'm asleep again.
Finally, I could take my cast off! I left the Playa des Losers infirmary, smiling and walking-- more like strutting-- to the elevator. The Codemeister is back, baby!
"Cody? Come with me to my room?" I turn to see Beth.
"Okay, sure." I shrug. I was planning on telling Noah first about my cast, but I was cool with Beth, too.
While we're walking to her room, she seems anxious and excited. What's that about? I wonder. We come to her door and step inside, where I hear a few clicks. I turn around to see Beth's locked the door, like she doesn't want anyone to walk in. O-kaaaay, I think, Weird... Beth sighs dreamily, grabbing my hands in hers. Her hands are sweaty.
"I don't have a roommate." she said.
"Yeah. I know."
"So, you, um, wanna be my room mate?" Beth asks in a voice I think is meant to sound husky.
"Well, Noah's my roommate. Has been since I was eliminated." I realize I sound dreamy, like Noah's the only, uh, roommate for me.
Beth sighs, "Cody... I do not want for us to be like this!" she squeezes my hands.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I wish to have real relationship with you! I do not want to have to hide it!" she sounds like a character in a bad soap opera.
I pause, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Is it not obvious? Can you not see? Our love, our feelings, our passion for each other!"
Is she talking about me? She thinks we're in a relationship? She kissed me on the cheek, once. I talked to her once, maybe twice. And she /likes/ me, actually thinks we have some sort of 'forbidden burning passion' bull crap? I could never even be interested in her. I mean, she's nice and all, but I could never be attracted to her like I am to No-- Gwen. Definitely Gwen. Nobody else. She smiles excitedly. "What are you--"
I'm cut off by Beth attacking me. She starts kissing my face, touching me all over. I try to push her off. I don't want this. I don't want her. Beth is way too insistent. She has no clue how to do anything sexual, and honestly? Neither do I. Nothing about this feels right. It's gross, how her nose starts running in the middle of it all. She starts drooling, too, and making these disgusting noises. I finally shove her off.
"Beth, what the hell?" I exclaim.
"What's wrong, baby?" she asks, and I run out of the room. I run immediately to the bathroom to clean myself off. My mouth is filled with the taste of snot and onions.
I lean over the toilet and throw up, then start brushing my teeth. I gargle four times with mouth wash. I know, I'm awful. But it seems like her taste just can't disappear. Once I feel clean again from the sloppy kiss, I go to my room.
Noah's just sitting there, reading. Of course. I think, smiling a little, All he does is read and sleep and listen to music. Doesn't even eat. I realize I'd never seen Noah eat anything. In the morning, when everyone was eating breakfest, I never saw him. Or Izzy, or Eva, for that matter. Well, I'd heard Izzy and Eva's room had a mini-fridge. His doesn't.
I snap out of my thoughts when I feel him staring at me. "Do you always burst into rooms, then stare blankly at the wall?" he asks.
"Oh, uh," I clear my throat. I can't remember why I came here.
"You got your cast off?" he asks, standing up and coming toward me. I nod my head in response, not trusting my voice to work right. Acting on a very strong impulse, I hug him tightly, burying my face in his hair. Butterflies flutter crazily in my stomach... I realize Noah seems kind of uncomfortable with my hug.
"Um, Cody, you're crushing me." he says, making me pull away. No wonder he seemed so uncomfortable. Oops.
"S-sorry, I was, um, just really, uh, excited.... Hehe..." I let out a nervous laugh at the end-- that annoying little 'hehe' chuckle I make that signifies I'm either in pain, nervous, or uncomfortable. I tried and failed for years to get rid of that habit.
Noah's staring at me, head tilted to the side, just the way it was back when we were in the elevator. Remembering that, I say again, "Thanks for saving my life."
"Cody, you've said that about twenty-seven times."
"Well, I mean it. Really. I owe you one." I say, sounding light and casual, despite the fact fireworks are going off inside me.
"You owe me nothing. I don't need anything from you." he says, but he starts eying me hungrily. Hungrily? Was I imagining that? Yes, I decide, Most definetley. It just seems like he's looking at me like I'm some kind of dessert.
"Okay, if you say so." I shrug.
Noah blinks, "Um, right." he closes his eyes and looks away, mouth tightly shut again. I giggle, and he gives me a questioning look from over his shoulder.
"This is like what happened in the elevator. You stare at me, I say something stupid, then you look away from me and shut your mouth and eyes real tight."
"Have I done that before?" he asks, eyes still closed.
"Yep!" I nod, smiling.
Noah laughs slightly, "Cody..." he says simply.
"What?" I ask, "I'm too quick-minded for ya?" I like it like this! I like the funny, easy conversation going on between us.
"No, I just think you're cute." he smiles, finally looking at me again.
"What's so cute about me?" I ask, still giggling.
"Everything," he pauses, "You're adorable, like puppy or a kitten."
"I'm no kitten!" I say defensively, even though I'm still smiling. It would have been uncharacteristic for him to say, if not for the fact I knew we were just joking around.
"Yeah, whatever." he smiles now. I bet we look like two smiling idiots.
"I can be bad." I try to make my voice all dangerous-like, but I think I failed.
"Yeah, Cody. You're real bad. Bad to the bone."
"You're darn right!"
I realize too late that he was being sarcastic. He laughs and ruffles my hair. I'm so caught up in the moment I just smile and let his hand trail down to the side of my face. I'm too enticed by his cold/warm hands to focus. Noah's touch is like dry ice-- his hands are so cold, they burn me. Maybe that's not completely true, though, because touching dry ice for too long can seriously injure you. Oh, well. A metaphor's a metaphor. Or would that be a simile?
"What's the difference between a metaphor and a simile?" I ask accidentally out loud.
"A simile is a metaphor that uses the words 'like' or 'as'," he looks confused, "Why would you ask me that? It's kind of random."
I shrug, not really knowing why I asked that, and he moves his hand off of my face. I frown. "What?" he asks.
"Nothing." I say, pushing him playfully.
Then I realize what we're doing. We're flirting. I'm flirting with Noah. Noah is flirting with me. Two guys, two males, flirting. Was I making this up? That tends to be a question I keep asking myself. Am I making all this up? In an attempt to distract myself, I look out the window. Well, I try to, but I'm noticing for the first time that it's blacked-out. I can't see the sun, or anything outside for that matter. Just blackness. Noah notices me looking at the window, but he doesn't mention anything. I go over to the door, about to leave, but suddenly stop and turn around.
"Noah?" I ask.
"Yes?" he looks up from his book.
"I..." I feel like I should say something. Should I?
"Yeah?"
"Wanna go outside with me?" I feel really stupid for asking it, I don't know why, though.
"No!" he says quickly, like when you watch a horror movie and scream for the dumb girl not to go downstairs when she hears the chainsaw. "I just really don't like sun." he adds when he sees my face.
"Okay," ironically, I love sun, "Well... Guess I'll see you later."
"Okay. Yeah." he opens his book again, takes out a CD player and starts playing XTC. Why doesn't he have an iPod? Everyone else seems to.
It's a reasonable question, but I decide not to ask. He wouldn't hear me through the music anyway. I turn around and leave, going into the elevator and down to the main room. I look around. There weren't a lot of others here. I remember that someone was going to be eliminated soon. I'd have someone else to talk to. I hope it's Gwen, so I can try to enchant her with my moves. Or maybe Owen-- he's fun. Sighing, I step outside into the sunshine for the first time in who knows how long.
"Hey, Cody!" Katie and Sadie yell and squeal in unison. They were holding hands, looking extremely happy to be together again.
"Hey, girls!" I say, winking at them.
I sit on a chair near Eva, who's working out. Her MP3 player's loudly blaring some rock song, so loud I can hear it even though she's got on earphones. It sounds like that band Noah listens to, Korn. After about twenty minutes, she notices me sitting there and turns off her music, "What?" she asks harshly.
"Nothing, I'm just tanning." I shrug, trying to hide how much she scares me.
"Tanning?" she snorts, "You're turning pink."
"Am not! Besides, a tan'll show off my awesome abs," I smile widely. She shakes her head, turning back on the metal band and continuing to exercise. I decide to go talk to someone else.
"Yo, Cody! Go long!" Tyler calls, throwing a football. It smacks me in the eye.
"I-I wasn't ready!" I yell, picking up the football and throwing it to him. It hits him in the eye.
"I wasn't ready, either!"
It pretty much went on like that for a while. Throw, smack, excuse for not catching the ball. Throw, smack, excuse.... Throw, smack, excuse.... Eva catches the football and rips a hole in it with her teeth, "Oops!" she says.
"You know," I say, "I strongly doubt anybody would accidentally puncture a ball with their teeth."
"Aww, come on, babe!" Tyler says, "Why ya gotta play me like that?" Eva walks over and bends his arm behind his back.
"Don't call me babe!" I decide to just stay out of it.
I notice Izzy scarfing down hamburgers at the buffet table. And by 'hamburgers' I mean 'raw hamburger patties'. That seems both gross and unhealthy, but she explains to me that she's actually supposed to be eating meat like that, because... Okay, I can not follow anything this crazy girl says.
"Ugh, fine!" I hear someone say, "But Izzy owes me!"
"Noah!" I say with way too much excitement. Even I can picture my tail wagging at this point.
"Yay! You're outside!" Izzy runs over and wraps Noah in a death grip, "Now all of my friends are out here!"
"/Let. Go./" he struggles to get out of her grip, but she just hugs him tighter.
I can't help but feel small trickles of jealousy. You want to hug Izzy. the logical part of me says, while there's another part saying You want Noah! The two voices yell at each other, having a weird argument in my head. I swallow past the dryness in my throat when Noah sits next to me at the buffet table, squinting when the sun shines on us.
"Why do you hate the sun so much?" I ask.
"It's uncomfortable." he says through his teeth, like he's in pain.
"I love the sun! I'm getting a tan, you know."
"Is that why you're pink?"
I frown at him. "I'm not pink. I'm... light tan. Sort of."
"Yeah, Cody. You're dark and I'm pale."
"With how much you avoid the sun, you should be."
"One of the very few perks of not being caucasian," he smiles dryly, "Usually there are just downsides."
"Melodramatic, much?" I laugh, but Noah doesn't.
"I don't think discrimination is very melodramatic, Cody." he rolls his eyes.
"No one is racist anymore." I say, shrugging.
"You don't know a single white person who's said, as you would put it, the 'N-Word'? You don't know a single person who was cut off while driving and said 'Must be a Chinese driver'?"
I stop laughing. To be honest, my dad had said both those things. A lot. "Exactly." Noah says.
"Not everyone is bad, Noah. You can trust some people."
He scoffs, "Maybe you can. But there are certain things no one here can know about me, honey."
"Even me?" I tilt my head to the side and make my eyes big, batting my eyelashes. Even though I'm not really trying to do anything, a smile he was fighting breaks onto his face. He winces out of the sunshine.
"Yes, even you. No matter how adorable you are."
My insides warm when he compliments me like that, smiling at me, eyes completely focused and melting into mine and-- damn it! I need to stop feeling this way around him. I finally realize Izzy's smiling and staring at us. Noah even seems surprised to see her, and that was weird since he always seemed to be more aware of his surroundings.
"What?" I ask, trying to move away from Miss Crazy.
"You two are such a cute couple!" she gushes like she's talking to the Jonas Brothers, or whoever else girls like.
"We aren't a couple, Izzy!" Noah says, suddenly moving a little further away from me, "We're just friends."
There's a pause.
"Sexy friends?" Izzy arches an eyebrow. Can everyone do that but me?
"Leave!" Noah and I yell in unison. Izzy spins around in her backless chair, "You guys'll have to talk about it sooner or later! Ha ha!" she laughed like a wild maniac. You don't need to explain what she's talking about. When you say 'It' to me and Noah, we know you mean when he kissed and spooned me back on the Island. But she did raise an interesting point. And I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to ever since the dodge ball challenge. I was going to talk to him about it then, but he had been eliminated.
"Maybe we should talk about it," I say in a whispery voice to him. I notice he's ordered some blue drink. "Is there alcohol in that?" I ask.
"Probably." he smirks at me.
"Aren't you underage?"
"Aren't you under-height?" I laugh, even though the joke's on me. Noah laughs too, a warm and slightly deep laugh that wraps around me, and we're back to that easy conversation between the two of us. I smile, wishing I could move my chair closer to his without it seeming totally obvious.
"Awwwww, you guys are so cute when you're flirting!" Izzy giggles. So he is flirting with me! I wasn't imagining anything. She'd seen too!
"Izzy, shut up." Noah says, leaning away from me again. She looks like she's going to speak, but then she notices a raccoon over near a tree.
"Ooooh! A raccoon!" she says, running after the creature. I don't even want to know what she's going to do to it.
"Izzy's crazy." I say.
"Yes, but she's surprisingly intelligent." Noah says, "And she's nice, usually. And her fashion sense isn't as horrible as some the other Britney wannabees around here."
"Hey... You like her, don't you?"
"What?" he asks in disbelief.
"You like Izzy. You like-like her!" I laugh. I know I'm wrong, but the look on his face is priceless!
"Ugh, ewww! I would never! Me and Izzy? Disgusting. Revolting. Impossible." he shudders like I just suggested he watch Chef Hatchett take a shower.
"What's gross about her? She's hot." I say, picking at a hangnail on my finger. Noah grimaces, like he doesn't think she's atractive at all, and takes a large gulp of the possibly-alcoholic blue stuff.
"What-ever, honey," he says, then I think I hear him mumble, "Not even on that team."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing. Just... Nothing." he says, seeming even more uncomfortable. But when a dark, gray cloud floats over to block out the sun, he finally relaxes.
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