AN: So, here is the second chapter! Possibly the final one? I don't know, I will end it when I get tired and it's 12:22am right now so. . . We'll see how it goes! I STILL DON'T OWN IT!
Owen finished eating in the kitchen a little while later. Luckily, he was able to restrain himself from eating everything in the kitchen. He didn't know how much Noah and his family would appreciate that.
"I knew skipping lunch was a bad idea," Owen whined to himself. But he was also glad that he came to Noah's in time to help him.
Speaking of Noah, Owen thought it would be a good idea to check on him. He snuck into the living room quietly, not wanting to risk waking him up if he was asleep. He peered over the back of the couch and felt a smile appear on his face when he saw that he was sleeping. Awww!
He left the area, planning to find something to do, when he heard a small noise come from the small teen. He walked over to the couch quietly again, and waited. Sure enough, the noise came again, only a little louder. He saw Noah curl up in a ball and let out a small whimper.
"Noah?" Owen asked gently.
Noah curled up tighter, his arms wrapped around his stomach. "Hurts," Noah breathed out softly, causing Owen to become confused. Since when did Noah admit to anything like that?
"Are you okay?" Owen asked. Stupid question.
He expected a usual, sarcastic answer from Noah, but he became worried when Noah just shook his head.
Owen bit his lip. "Is there anything I can do?"
Noah shook his head again and let out a shaky breath.
"Maybe if you threw up you would feel better?" Owen suggested, not really knowing what to do during this kind of situation. All he had were his own memories of being sick, but everyone he had had, he had his parents alongside him, helping him through every step of it. This clearly wasn't going to be an option for Noah here.
"No!" Noah said a little too quickly. "I don' wanna'."
Owen looked at him in confusion, and a little bit of amusement. "Well no one ever really wants to, but sometimes you have to."
"I h-have E-emetophobia," Noah said quietly.
"Pardon?" Owen asked, not having the slightest clue what that was.
"I get scared when I vomit," he confessed softly. "I don't like doing it."
"There's really nothing to be scared of," Owen said, trying to comfort him. "It's not so bad."
Noah didn't say anything, but just looked away from Owen.
It was quiet for a while, Owen letting out small words of comfort every now-and-then, doing his best to keep Noah's mind busy. It was about 10 minutes later when Noah let out a small groan/whimper and pushed himself off the couch. Owen watched in surprise as Noah stumbled to the bathroom. Owen sat on the arm of the couch for a few seconds before his brain caught up with him and he followed Noah into the bathroom.
Noah was crouched in front of the toilet his head in his hands. He was rocking back and forth slowly and gently.
"Hey, buddy-" Owen stopped when Noah began to vomit into the toilet, shaking and sweating hard. He went over to Noah, and hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder. He was surprised when Noah didn't push him away. He wasn't exactly the touchy feely type.
Owen began to feel really bad about the whole situation. One thing his mom always did for him when he was sick was getting his mind off of it. So, Owen decided to strike up conversation.
"Do you remember when we first became friends?" Owen laughed. "It wasn't until World Tour. We were on the same team back in Wawanakwa, but we never really talked. You were the third camper voted off, and plus, I was kinda scared of you.
"You weren't in TDA so I didn't see you again until World Tour. We were on the same team again. It didn't bother me. I kind of wanted to get to know you. To be honest, you seemed kind of lonely to me.
"My first impression of you during that season wasn't that you were rude or sarcastic, but it was how hilarious you were. You always made me laugh. You're like the funniest guy I know-" he stopped for a moment when he heard Noah get sick again. He patted his best friend's shoulder and continued. "We started to become closer and closer with each episode. I remember the day you got eliminated, I made you laugh for the first time. Actually, it was one of the only times I had heard you laugh period, and it felt good to hear for once.
"I sort of became obsessed with making you laugh after that, but I could tell that I was just annoying you. After Al found out what you said about him, I knew that that was it. I knew that you were going to be out of the game.
"When you first told me that Al was slick, I didn't want to believe you since he seemed like such a great guy. He was one of the only people that actually treated me nicely. But then after you were eliminated, Duncan was trying to convince me to vote Al off. I didn't want to, but Duncan told me to think about what you would do, and that's all it took."
Owen heard the toilet flush and he looked at Noah. Noah was slowly and shakily getting off the floor, and headed toward the sink. He splashed his pale, sweaty face with water, but what Owen was really paying attention to was the smile that he could see on his buddy's face in the mirror. Noah turned around and leaned against the bathroom sink and looked Owen in the eyes. "Thanks," he said sincerely.
Owen felt his smile grow wider. "Oh, it was no problem!" he said honestly. "I've always kind of liked making people feel better. My mom used to do this-" he stopped when he realized what he was saying. "Oh, sorry."
Noah shrugged. "It's really not that big of a deal. I don't cringe every time someone brings up their parents. I've long faced the fact that my mom really will never be around. It stopped bothering me a long time ago." He looked down, as if he couldn't actually believe he was telling someone this.
"It helps to talk about it sometimes," Owen told him. Noah didn't answer, so Owen took this opportunity to change the subject. "Do you have any medicine in this house?" he asked. "Maybe you should take something to settle your stomach. I don't think I have anything else to talk about with you in case that happens again."
To Owen's surprise, Noah chuckled at this. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "I haven't made you laugh since the nose shake incident." Noah laughed at this too, but it turned into a harsh cough. Owen quickly grabbed a small paper cup that was on the side of the sink, filled it with water, and handed it to Noah who shook his head.
"Just take a small sip," Owen pleaded. Noah cleared his throat and did what Owen asked.
"I made you laugh twice!" Owen said excitedly. "Even if it was a bad time to do it, I still did it!"
Noah shook his head and smiled. "You're almost as weird as your girlfriend." He straightened up, and started to slowly make his way back to the couch. Owen followed close behind in case he needed help.
Once Noah was back on the couch, Owen sat down in the chair across from it. "So do you have any medicine in here?"
"Does my mom seem like the type that keeps medicine laying around?" Noah asked. "Trust me, she doesn't plan that far ahead."
Owen frowned. "Well you should take something," he argued. He brightened. "My mom stocks up. I'll just run home."
"You do that," Noah said. He seemed to be back to his usual attitude which Owen guessed was a good thing.
"Will you be okay here alone?" Owen asked worriedly.
Noah closed his eyes. "I can guarantee that I won't be dropping dead anytime soon. Just go. I'll just sleep anyway."
Owen frowned. "If you're sure. . ."
"Positive."
"I'LL BE RIGHT BACK, BUDDY!" Owen announced loudly. "Just be careful!"
"Oh, I will."
So I guess there will be another chapter. Probably just one more. I know Noah was a little different in this one, but that WAS intentional. He probably has to loosen up a little bit every now-and-then. Especially if he's sick. I actually got this idea yesterday because ironically, I got sick. So, all of what you just read was my imagination and me day dreaming of Total Drama while I am curled up in bed feeling sorry for myself.