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Unslept by Miraidempa
September 12, 2010, 6:14 AM, Pretty damn early wasn't it?
Noah would keep sleeping but a certain person, A plump guy named Owen, called him this early into the day for "emergency", but he doubts it's even important. Probably just ate all of the food in his own apartment.
Now he was walking there, it was at least a few miles from the campus, it's literally somewhere in the city.
Noah lightly scoffed at the cold air as he came out of the campus in his pyjamas. He looked stupid and lazy but at least the campus was open early.
He wanted to go back to the dormitories, Cody was still asleep, Because what dumbass wakes up at 6:00 AM? it's too damn early and the lectures would start at 1:50 PM.
He could stay in bed. He could ignore the world. But no, the universe insists he walks three miles for… whatever Owen calls an "emergency." Brilliant.
He walks a few coffee shops, he should probably drink a coffee but he wanted this to be quick as possible. So he can return to the dark depths called his dorm and slumber like an animal in hibernation.
But he got stopped as suddenly some idiot in a skateboard and a whole damn camera gets shoved into his face. Damn his life.
He could hear the camera guy shouting, "Noah! Noah! Over here! How does it feel to have Sierra in jail?"
Noah blinked once, then slowly twice, his brain processing the absurdity. Right. Because at six in the morning, answering questions about a criminal case is exactly what I wanted to do.
"Uh… fantastic?" he said flatly, voice dripping with sarcasm, like he was offering a Nobel Prize-winning performance in monotony.
The guy leaned closer, jabbing the camera lens like a spear. "You single-handedly took down one of the stalker of former Total Drama cast Cody! Don’t you feel… proud?"
Noah glanced at the camera, deadpan. "Thrilled. Absolutely elated. Can you hear my excitement from three miles away, or do I need to jump on your skateboard and scream it?"
The cameraman blinked. Maybe he didn't get sarcasm. Maybe he didn't survive the IQ test Noah just gave him in two seconds flat.
"C’mon, just a few words for the TV!" the guy pleaded, notebook shaking in his hands. Noah pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sure. Here’s my statement: Go away, I’m getting late for an emergency."
And that’s when the first of the real chaos began-reporters had arrived. The second guy, third guy, someone even had a microphone sticking out like it was going to probe his soul. Noah groaned.
I leave my dorm for three miles into the city. I encounter sunlight. Idiots. And now… a celebrity manhunt? Incredible.
He started walking faster, only slightly jogging. Sarcasm fuelled his stride. "Yes, paparazzi! Chase the genius in pyjamas! I always dreamed of being a raccoon in the wild!" Noah was not athletic in any circumstances, as he pathetically ran through the streets for a good fifteen minutes until he finally got to Owen's building.
He somehow got the elevator to shut before their faces. He presses like two different buttons on the elevator.
When he got into Owen's floor he frantically knocks into the guy's door. No reply, again then finally the chubby man answered. "Dude! I've been chased across the street, what the hell's your emergency now!"
Owen rubbed his tummy before sheepishly saying "...Uhhhh, My fridge is out of food.... I was calling you so-"
Noah shuts the door on Owen's face.
Cody yawned, stretching before the door opens. Noah's up really early.... all slouched and lost of energy as he face planted to Cody's bed.
"Dude, where have you been? It's- it's 7:55 AM!, you know that right?" Cody blinked, glancing the alarm clock back at Noah, and Noah softly sighed "You don't wanna know."