NOAHS POV (third person limited!)
needless to say, noah was dreading this party.
every single social gathering hed ever been to had never failed to dissapoint him. full of idotic teens all pining for eachother and playing dumb party games in attempts to get a kiss. dumbasses who only idea of fun is embarrassing others and trying to make as much drama as possible. it was horrific.
not to mention this very night in particular. not only did noah have to somehow manage to steal a kiss tonight, courtesy of an impulsive decision to prevent sierra from getting new binoculars, he had also had the 'delight' of nearly everyone arriving to ship him and the cody emmet jameson anderson.
yeah. this night would be fucking wonderful.
thankfully, he had brought along eva, so if anyone decided to pull some funny stuff, he could just tell eva that they insulted izzy.
noah had a dilemma. he was... friends... with cody, so if he were to bail on the bet and let sierra get binoculars to stalk cody, hed be letting him down. and besides, kissing someone shouldn't be that difficult, right? hed kissed plenty of people he never had feelings for. figuring out who to kiss, however, would definitely be the worst part.
he was closest with eva and izzy, but no way was he kissing either of them. to put it short, eva wasnt his type and he did /not/ want to know where izzy's mouth had been. even if it was just a peck on the lips, noah didnt want to contract the spanish flu or some dumb shit like that.
he had pondered for a lot longer than he should have about kissing lindsay. she was dumb. confused him for tyler. a pitch-perfect manipulation target if hed ever see one. one issue: tyler was here, and noah didnt feel like getting beat up today. that was if tyler didnt knock himself out on accident first.
honestly, it would be hilarious if we went backwards with the bet and kissed sierra. she would freak out. but, noah didnt want to jeopardize her getting an obsession with him as well, and also he didnt to kiss sierra in general, so she was out of the question. she probably spent her freetime kissing codys clothes or pictures of him.
his moments of silence had been interrupted by a bought of screeching, and noah had slapped his hands over his ears. who had izzy maimed THIS time?
the himbo himself, tyler, sprinted from the kitchen at such a speed towards the bathroom, flailing his arm madly and opening the door. a slap of his palm against the faucet, and the gentle flow of water, and the high pitched screaming had finally subsided.
oh, almost forgot to mention his hand was literally on fire. fucking fantastic.
is there a gun anywhere that he could use? please?
"yikes. whatd he do? touch a png of a campfire?" noah rolled his eyes, referencing the 'athletes' rather unfortunate way of always getting hurt in rather... unique and unrealistic ways.
izzy had burst out laughing at his rather weak joke, her hand slapping loud against her knee as she doubled over. noah quirked a brow, taking a few steps away to distance himself, and not be associated with the psycho.
"oh, hey noah!" a voice had announced itself, and cody had hopped down from the back of the couch to sit beside noah. the tan teen frowned and rolled his eyes.
"dont act all buddy-buddy with me yet, honey. thanks to you, i got to steal a kiss tonight so sierra doesnt go all psycho and get binoculars to watch your ass. literally." noah huffed, slouching forward with his hand propped up by his palm, elbow digging into the arm rest.
cody went red at the ass comment, his real eyes widening at the idea. an exasperated groan came from the shorter boy, and he buried his face in his hands.
