Total Drama Hellhole

Did you mind me kissing you?

To all of my Noah simps...
Really hoping he's not too out of character.
Oh. And reader is as neutral as possible, I think.

Word count: 1.000
Warnings: None. They just kiss bruh, though it isn't specified if it's platonic or romantic, as you're free to interpret it however you'd like.

"Doesn't it just feel weird when you just read forums on the Internet and you find a topic that was answered the year you were born?"

You looked up to the boy sitting on your bed, your laptop still resting on your legs, warming up your thighs. The sound of the keyboard being repeatedly pressed stopped as soon as your eyes expected to meet the dark eyes of your classmate. Instead, he was still nose deep in his book, not bothering to look up to focus on you. Which didn't stop him from answering your question.

"I mean, yeah. And?"

"Doesn't it just... Makes you wonder where this person is today? If they still use that forum at all? Or if they're even alive?"

Noah turned around, only to give you that look. You've been friends with him for a few months, and you still didn't understand what was the exact meaning of that look. But if you knew one thing by heart, it's the fact that Noah would usually give that look to pretty much everyone he knew, then he would make one of his well-known sarcastic comments.

"Emotional, aren't we?" he mocked.

"I expected you to get what I meant, though."

"Well, I do get it. The thing is, we need to finish that book report."

"You're not really helping, right now."

He decided to shift his position, leaning closer to you - rolling his eyes with exaggeration in the process. The tanned boy was now laying on the bed. Since you were sitting on the cool wood flooring of your bedroom, he simply had to look over your shoulder. His head right next to yours, scanning silently each of the words you had typed out. He would sometimes pause, then read the sentence once more, this time in a low whisper, to hear himself properly.

Noah's soothing tone made you feel funny, and suddenly you felt yourself shudder from the sudden lack of space between the both of us. You bit your lip, hoping he didn't notice it, or at least catch on it. Simply pretending you were really concentrating on your homework. Soon enough, you began wandering in your own thoughts, losing track of Noah's reading. When you first arrived at your new highschool, he was the first one who had greeted you and showed you around - which is the least a class president would do for a new student. But, through your dark humour, your movie and book reference and your easy-going personality, you managed to catch his attention, somehow. And, as a loner, he ended up being one of your few friends, along with some other students from your grade. You're still not quite sure how and why you're getting along with people like Owen or Cody, but you don't really mind.

"Snap out of it."

He gave you a painless headbutt.

"Hah, sorry. What were you saying?"

"UGH."

The tanned boy pointed a line with his finger, tapping lightly on the screen.

"That line. It makes no sense. Sounds like a toddler struggling to get its first words out. You can do better than this, come on."

You turned your head, obviously pretending to be offended.

"Ouch. What are you, Gordon Ramsey?"

"No, I am tired."

"Hello, tired. I am-"

"Just shut up and correct that. It's making me cringe."

"Your face isn't really expressing any form of discomfort."

He turned around, his face perfectly still. Unmoved. Unamused. Noah's usual self. You froze, right when his brown eyes met yours.

"Correct. However, I verbally implied that it's not aesthetically pleasing. Could you please, for the love of God, modify that sentence."

You didn't answer. Better yet, Noah smirked and maintained eye contact. That sneaky brat knew what was going on. You silently stared a little more. The heat on your face was going all the way up to your ears, and it was becoming unbearable. You tried calling him out, ready to make good use of that sardonic tone of yours. Instead, all you managed to do was breathing out a little more heavily. Your face was way too close to his. But by some means, you didn't mind it. Noah's eyes wandered and ended up laying on your lips. Your heart skipped a beat. You held on your laptop harder, so hard that you think your knuckles started turning paler. You forced yourself to remain calm, but to no avail, your eyes widened when you felt him getting closer. Closer. And closer. Almost an inch by an inch.

And within a second, his lips caressed yours, as you felt he was still not sure if he should go all in. Your body felt similar to wet clay. You decided it would be better to close your eyes and focus on the feeling instead of just staring creepily at him. He then made use of his hand to cup your face, holding your cheek in a gentle manner. You let go of your keyboard and used the tip of your fingers to stroke his. You could feel him tremble more and more. You tried to reassure him, smiling against his thin lips, even though you could feel your own bloodstream racing like crazy, making your head spin like a weathervane.

A few seconds passed. Five, to be more precise. He pulled away smoothly, and only then you allowed yourself to open your eyes again.

"Dang. Did you read How to Kiss 101 before dropping at my place?", you joked around, trying to make him less anxious about what just happened.

"Well— No— I mean, I should have, is that an insult or—"

You put the laptop down your legs and turned around to face him, sitting on your feet.

"Hey, chill out. I'm just kidding."

"You're no fun."

A faint blush appears on his face, and he looks away from you.

"I... I'm sorry if you didn't want this. I thought I read the mood well."

He turns his head away, gazing at the window to try to concentrate on something else. Or was it just that he didn't want you to see how flushed this whole situation made him?

"Wait... You think I didn't like it?"

"Well it's not about liking it, because of course you did", he beamed, a cocky smirk now appearing on his face. "Did you mind me kissing you?"

"Not at all."

"Really?"

You grabbed his hand. He looked at you again. Feeling a little more confident.

"The way I feel about you is still very confusing, but I'm sure of one thing: it's all positive."

Noah decided to let slip his rare, nice, genuine smile.