PAPARAZZI!1!1! (NOCO) {REWRITING.}

ELEVEN, CODY: Falling for you

Falling For You - Weezer

[02/03/####]

Trent stood behind me, quickly reading through the page I had given him. It was short, but I've been working on it for a while now. I don't usually write songs, but I guess this was different. I had to get these feelings out some way or another. Sure, I've had my fair share of crushes. This was different though. I've never felt so passionate about a crush as I do now.

I guess this is my proper way of admitting my feelings for Noah.
Maybe he'll see this as a romantic gesture and I can lift him off his feet like a shitty quality romance movie that teenage girls sob over for hours.

Trent laid the slightly crumpled paper on the desk in front of him. Nodding ominously, trying to keep his chill attitude. He liked being that chill guy that you can trust with your issues.. But really, he has trust issues.

The room was dimly lit, as usual. Trent insisted it was the only way he could work.
"Yeah, okay." Trent looked up at me from the chair, spinning around to face me. "I can work with this. You sure you don't want to sing it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, no thanks. I think I'd die on the spot." I let out a nervous chuckle. "Just.. don't outright tell the guys who or what its about. They'll figure it out on their own." I scratched the back of my neck.

Trent gave me a nod, spinning around in his chair. He opened a notebook. Jotting down words. "I can't make any promises I wont slip while drunk."

. . .

I walked out of the building and into the freezing cold air. Quickly zipping up my jacket to try and prevent the wind from hitting me directly.

I can't lie. I was nervous for this. What if I had gotten the wrong impression?
Even though I've been rejected hundreds of times, theres something about this time that would make it hurt worse than a thousand rejections.

- - -

[NOW]

The hotel room was twenty times better than the RV. I really tried to love it, I really did. (stewie reference hehe family guy)
Something about an RV feels so nostalgic, but in a way where if that nostalgia came to life, you'd hate it.

We got 3 rooms, one for Harold. (Nobody wants to hear his snores,) One for me and Noah, and one for Trent and Justin.

Sharing a room with Noah was like any other day. He was living at my house. But, we didn't sleep in the same room. And for some reason this felt.. awkward.
An awkward I haven't felt around him in ages.

The yellow toned light made the room feel unpleasant on the eyes. The giant window facing my bed made me feel uneasy and uncomfortable.
The fact that Noah seemed more.. serious than usual made my stomach hurt. I wanted to hurl.

I don't want to stay awkward.
I sat on the edge of my bed, giving a confident smile for him to see.
"First show in America tomorrow. Pretty cool, yeah?"

Noah looked over at me, nodding. "So cool having to be in a new country so I can buy you donuts in the mornings." Noah said with a slight smile, rolling his eyes and picking up the book I got him for Christmas off his nightstand.

I took a breath, fidgeting and pushing around the loose skin on the back of my hand.
"You're more important than just that. I would go crazy hanging out with them all day without you to keep us normal." I smiled at him.

He looked over at me, smiling a bit. "Thanks man. It's like you pay me to hang out with you, I guess." He chuckled a bit.

"Hey! I wrote a song for the show." I mentioned, perking up like a puppy dog excited to be pet.
"I told Trent that I wanted to play it life before recording it and stuff." I smiled confidently.

Noah slid on his reading glasses. Glasses that fit his face so well.
"Oh? Are you singing it?" He asked, leaning back against the bed rest.

I shook my head. Scratching my neck nervously. "Heck no.. I couldn't do that."

He cocked an eyebrow, "Why? You sung in Total drama fine." He looked away from his book and at me. Locking eyes.

I tried to keep eye contact, but it was hard not being nervous when I was. My hands were warm and clammy..
"Not by choice." I said with a sigh.

Noah nodded at me, looking back towards his book. "I understand that." He said flipping the page. A loud ringing sound coming from his pocket.

I looked at him confused as he took his phone out of his pocket. A look of fear on his face. He quickly answered, getting out of bed and pacing quickly to the restroom.

Guess it was private, and urgent.
Maybe it was a sibling or something.. Yeah, a sibling. He has a lot of those.
What if he has a secret girlfriend?

I mean, him and Emma have been broken up for a couple of months now. But why would he keep that a secret?
Nobody here is one to judge for frequent dating. Even then, this isn't frequent.

Man, I wish that were me.
I turned off the light next to me. Lying down, i pulled the blanket high up. Reaching past my nose.

It's time for bed.