A Shadow of Fire // NoCo Fanfic

★ Talk to me ★

Noahs Perspective
3rd person

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     Noah ruffled his hair and saw himself in the mirror from the corner of his eye, his face scrunching up at the sight of himself. Not that he was ugly or hideous, just the fact he was beetroot red. Noah turned fully to face the reflecting glass, slapping his face and dragging his eyes down a bit, "What the fuck, Noah," He murmured to himself.
     Noah has been acting like this for awhile. Anytime he would think about cody. Red. Talk to cody. Red. See cody. Red. Everything red. His insides would do gymnastics of some sort with any form of interaction towards the chatterbox. It genuinely made Noah rethink a lot of things about his own person and figure.
     He always knew himself as quiet and sassy (Sassy man apocalypse ayyy). But never flustered or stuttery. Noah usually had no hesitance in what he said, he never stuttered. But when it came to cody? Hell yes he stuttered tons and hesitated to say things. Probably because he was scared to confess his romantic feelings towards the boy... IF he had any. Which he doesn't.
     Noah blinked when he heard the door of the bathroom fling open, immediately whipping his head in that direction. His pupils contracted the moment he was met face to face with a familiar buddy. Cody,
     "God, Anderson, what are you doing in here? Do you have to invade my space and privacy every chance you get," Noah pushed with a grumble. Cody rose a brow, sticking his tongue out, "Your space, is my space," He quickly said. Before Noah could even protest or open his mouth, cody stopped him with his own words, "Anyways. All jokes and sass beside— Noah, I'm genuinely worried about you, what's going on? You know you can talk to me, I do have ears," He began, giving Noah a gentle smile of comfort.
     Noah's face immediately reddened, clearing his throat and looking away while crossing his arms, "Nothing, Cody. I'm fine. Just a bit on edge," He sighed, his eye twitching. Cody shrugged, looking at the disgusting floor of the bathroom and wincing a bit, "You're obviously not fine. You ran away from me this morning? Is this because of last night," He spat at the other. Noah tensed up, his fingers curling into fist,
     "Cody. Cody I can't do this right now. I don't need you shoving your way into my life and making me feel— Making me distracted! I have to focus, and I can easily do that when you're out of my face. So Cody, I'm not fine— All because you are causing things that I prefer not to confess at the moment!" Noah snapped before huffing and shoving Cody out of the way, walking out of the bathroom.
     Cody reached his hand out a bit, his mouth falling agape. His eyes watered a bit before hearing a stall door swing open behind him. Cody turned around to see Owen, standing there awkwardly, "That was a lot to listen to, and I myself will surely pretend I didn't hear any of it," He said with a thumbs up, walking out of the bathroom. Cody blinked before flopping his hands to his sides and rolling his eyes.
God damnit, Noah.

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     The day had finally ended, Noah flopping down on his bed with relief. He sighed, turning to his side and looking at his phone. Cody introduced him to The Smiths, and he had taken liking to them since. Music wasn't all that bad I guess, but he really didn't wanna do anything that would remind him of Cody, so instead he just lied there, staring at the wall, deep in his thoughts.
     Noah suddenly jumped when he heard a text message ding from his phone, grabbing it immediately.

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Emma🫨:
Dude, you totally dashed away from me and Codester today? You alright, or did the men period get to ya?

Me:
Shut up, Emma. I'm fine. Cody told you to text me, didn't he? And plus, there is scientifically no such thing as a so-called 'man period'.

Emma🫨:
Maybe he did tell me to text you. But, that is private information. But by the looks of your moody and sassy attitude, i believe you proved there is a man period after all!

Me:
I'm gonna rip your hair out.

Emma🫨:
As if.

Me:
Shut up.

Emma🫨:
😛😋
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     Noah grumbled, placing his phone down on his nightstand and sitting up, turning so his feet were hanging over the edge of the bed. He mumbled to himself, putting his head in his hands,
     "Why can't people just get out of my damn shit. It's not their problem to worry about," He whispered before lifting his head back up and his elbows resting on his knees while his chin rested in the palm of his hands.
     Noah was never fond of the whole 'opening up' idea. He hated having people see his saddened and vulnerable side. He doesn't know what they'll do with all that information about him? He also didn't get how people can just dump all their thoughts and trauma on someone. Like imagine you're are venting to someone and on the inside they don't give a flying fuck on what you have to say? Yea, that's what he worries about. Opening up.