Heh, just part one of several billion NoahXMe drabbles xD
Me and Noah had gotten voted off weeks ago, and the setting is at the Playa de Losers at night.
HA! Take THAT NoCo fans! ^^
I was in my hotel bed, checking my e-mail and nearly falling asleep, when I heard a scream from outside. Suddenly, something flew through my window at lightning speed and slammed into my dresser. My scrapbooks fell on top of the UFO and I heard a grumble of pain.
I slowly got out of bed and inched toward the mound. Nearly feet away from it, the books slipped to the floor and I saw Noah, rubbing his head with a bruising left eye pulsing grossly.
He opened his eyes and saw me standing there with my hands on my hips. "I can explain..."
"I sure as heck hope you can, Noah." I helped him up and gently touched his eye with one finger. He cried out and his hands flew up to the eye. "Who punched you?"
He winced and looked at himself in my mirror. "Ouch.” He shuddered. “Eva did it after I refused to move one measly inch." He rolled his eyes. "She has a death wish, I tell you."
"If you weren't my wimpy friend, then I would tell her you said that for my own amusement." He scowled at me, and I giggled. "Come on, let's go downstairs and find some ice."
"A raw steak helps it better."
"Don't be picky. Chris isn't rich enough to keep his losers happy."
He raised an eyebrow. "We're in a five star hotel on a paradise of an island."
"I mean opinion-wise. Now shush," I scolded, "and move it." I snuck my jacket on and pushed him out the door.
"NOAH, THERE'S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM, YOU LITTLE WUSS!" I heard someone yell from outside. Noah gasped and grabbed onto my arm.
"Calm down, I'll talk to her," I whispered, shaking him off.
"She'll kill me either way, the psycho..."
"See? Now that's the kind of talk that got you stuck here with her in the first place."
"But it's true," he hissed, looking around as if Eva was listening. "She hates me."
"Whose fault is that?"
"Hers, in a way."
I smacked his arm playfully. "How does your leg feel?"
"What do you mean?"
"It was the first thing to collide with my dresser. Sit down and let me take a look." He hunched down on the floor, against the wall where the elevators lied. I kneeled next to him on the ground. I pressed on his knee cap and he winced. "That hurts?"
"Duh." I lifted his pant leg up to his knee and gasped.
"Dude, you have a huge bruise above your ankle." I shuddered and fell to my butt. “It’s so dark and black...” I shuddered again.
"That explains why it hurts. Now stop gawking at it and let's get that ice." He slipped the pant leg back down and stood up, pressing the down button of the elevator.
When the elevator doors opened, Noah screamed and hid behind me. Glaring at him murderously was Eva.
"Come here, wimp, I have business to finish with you!" she shouted, and started toward him. I blocked her way, and she growled at me. "Get out of my way. I'm not done with him."
"I'm sorry, Eva, for whatever he did to you, but you do know he could die from those hands of yours, right?" I smirked.
"Don't test her patience, stupid!" Noah scolded from behind me.
"Your point?" Eva grimaced, popping her knuckles. My hands trembled.
"I'm just saying, you can take your anger out on something else." I glanced behind me and continued. "Whenever somebody makes me mad, I go to my room and punch the hell outta my pillow. You not only keep your cool while solving your problem in private, but you save someone from getting killed." I wrap my arms around Noah and put a sappy expression on my face. "Poor Noah here doesn't have much time left if you keep beating on him like this," I gushed, sticking my bottom lip out in a pouting fashion, and she sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." She walked past us and slammed her door to her room. All was silent for a moment.
"Well, that was cool." I giggled.
"You were about to scream in fear," Noah smirked, crossing him arms all coolly.
I growled and kicked his shin. He whimperd and hunched over to guard his knee. “Remember; I’m still the strong one.”
He raspberried at me and limped into the elevator.