#Total Drama High School AU

[eskiol]

I tried shading gave up mid way (this is for the two later in the story)

[jordanraye47]

Modern High school AU total drama

So as a modern high schooler myself, I decided to try and ‘categorise’ the total drama gen 1 into high school ppl ig. Idk. Except teenager behaviour and jokes.

Heather: Never in any class, and if she is; that’s not her class. Practically runs around the halls with a Louis víton (I can’t spell) bag (Y’know the brown and yellow ugly ones with LV) And probably doesn’t wear too much makeup, but it definitely creases and keeps insisting that she’s clean and has no makeup. Kinda mf to act gay ass hell with her friends, like sit on their lap and make weird as jokes and then be blatantly homophobic. The cheerleading teams capitán and basically just bosses everyone around. She’s also flyer.

Courtnry: Oh my gosh. I have a Courtney in my class. I’ll us fucking tell y’all about her. She doesn’t hesitate to scream when she doesn’t get what she wants, and has even taken over for a substitute teacher cause they ‘weren’t good enough at their job’. She never wears her hair down and always has some braid or something. Uses glasses but refuses to admit it. Has ONE subject she fails so bad. For my class it’s science but Courtney definitely fails smith like French or geography. Bridgette tired to help her but sometimes Courtney is too stubborn and spiteful to accept help (real)

Lindsay: Sweetest girl ever. She’s a girls girl. People are well aware of how dumb she can be, so some either help her steer away from bad people, or are the bad people. She always has lipgloss on her and lash serum infused mascara. She ACTUALLY has good makeup and skin. She gets pimples and breaks outs occasionally but doesn’t think too much of it. Also cheerleader. She’s either side or flyer depending on what preformwncr.

Gwen: maxi skirts. Oh my god EVERYONE calls her emo. I mean who can blame them. (I just remembered I’m taking a 2 hour train tomorrow and I’m very excited) Also gwen constantly draws on her hand and is always down for helping someone do their eyeliner. She’s good friends with Geoff, and someone’s gets jokingly shipped with him by people that doesn’t know them that well. Bridgette understands how the other student are and trusts both gwen and Geoff enough to know that Geoff isn’t cheating. Also she just likes to see them get along. She has aSHIT ton of mesh black tops. I know it she told me.

Bridgette: ALSO CHERR GIRL. She’s back due to her streanghta annd liability. and Bridgette doesn’t have too good access to water around her school, so she only gets to do it during weekends to holidays. Also I’m only doing girls on this list (for now) so I need to include a little Geoff. Geoff gets high and has somehow gotten Bridgette involved in it. (I said expect teenager things so you get teenage things). He has drugs on the parties he throws but Bridgette is way more responsible than him. Also she has her hair down a lot, but is the victim of her hair being braided evertime she sits close to one of her friends for more than 2 seconds.

Leshawna: Everyone knows her. She gets involved in every kinds drama that happens at the school. Also she comforts those girls crying in thr bathroom stalls. Although she’s mean at times, she onto does it to people who deserve it. And he’d standard setting is to be nice to people. (Like she was to Eva in island.) Has goddes braids. She told me it’s true. Idk I’ve always had a vision that she’d love those. Also she’s a good braider. Like crazy good.

Izzy (she’s my fav be prepared): She has a small friend group around her and rarely interacts with anyone outside of that. It’s not like she’s one anti social girl. She just quickly grasped the knowledge that people thought she was weird, and just distanced herself (real). Her friend group is mainly Noah, lindsay, tyler, duncan, cody and sometimes courtney (we love the breakfast club here) ALSO SCARLET SND ISZY ARE SISTERS AND NOBODY CSN TELL ME OTHERWISE. anyways. Most people either see her as really loud or has no idea what shes like cause she’s constantly sprinting though the halls. She has a counsellor and everyone knows, but she refuses to show up to any session and/or meeting cause she has watched too many phsycological horror movies and is afraid of being put in some mental hospital (real pt.2) Also she’s the kinds mf to laugh and then js 😶. Like completely silent dead for thr next hour. And nobody knows why.

here’s pt2 but it’s js Heather and Izzy I’m tired

[pinguplanet]

What if.... the TDI2023 cast went to high school together??

Totally not me projecting because its going to be my last year,,,

[mikatoonist]

total drama high school au! but… australian version 🦘

did this au a while ago, wanted to do it again with some reboot characters!

emma would be such a netball girlie and raj would be super into footy (instead of ice hockey which isn’t big here unfortunately!)

[plato-account-backup-44]

Everyone's Love Pt.1!

“You guys are useless.”

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Yandere!alltotaldrama x angry!reader

Warning: Reader is GN!, There's a bit of yandere to it because right now I can't think of anything, Rated 16+, if you're under 16 you should watch from your parents, may be rude. a little bit

This is my AU!! Yandere High School AU Yay! Before you guys read on. Let me tell you, I'm not good at English. Apologies in advance for my English. And this is the second time writing this time!

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y/n is your name You study at the most prestigious school in Canada. You don't understand how you can study here. But even then, you don't care because you don't care at all. (except for some things) You are a woman who looks like a man. You must accept! You look a lot like your father and that makes you rank among the 2 most handsome people in school. Then think to yourself, is it necessary??

You are a woman who is quite a bit taller than men and women. Your main personality is irritable. You are an easily irritated person. Have you ever punched someone in the face for simply saying (the coolest thing in the world and they said it sucked)

You are the leader of the girls' basketball club. You are very good at sports. But when it comes to studies, you're only good at (your two favorite subjects) and physical education....Yes, your father isn't okay with it........but even so, he's still proud of you. And you are proud of your life. But recently you've started to realize that more people are approaching you than usual. And that annoys you. At first you are happy to have friends but after a while you start to dislike them because they make you scared and disgusted at times.

But you still view them as friends......right?

— You first met her in the cafeteria. You saw she was looking for something so you walked up to her. And then you realize she can't find her friends. You volunteer to help her walk around. cafeteria so you can help her find her friends

— After helping her find her friend You have already concluded that Her friend was sitting near the entrance and it was very visible. And you looked at her like “😐”

— But even so, you weren't mad at her. Because you think she's short-sighted. Because she wears glasses After you escort her to the table You told her “Next time, don't go anywhere alone again. It's dangerous.”

— You heard her screaming with her friends and it scared you.

— You met her again in one of your classes. You saw her and it made you a little surprised that she had ever studied with you on this subject?? In truth, she had been studying this class all along but you just didn't notice her.

— After that you started talking to her. Overall, she's a fun friend for you to talk to. But here's a little bit of a problem she likes to follow you wherever you go And she will always walk near you And it makes you a little scared........

— You first met him in the school park. While you were running away, someone came to eat here. You found him sitting and playing with a rabbit.

— And you thought to yourself, “Do we have rabbits here???????”

— And soon he notices you!

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm fine...”

— Even if you answer him like that He must know you're stressed. Because your face looks like a person who hasn't slept. So he asked if he wanted to play with rabbits to make you better.

— You refused because you came here to eat, not to play with the rabbits.

— Oh no!...He made a sad face! Oh my god that's what you don't like. Because that makes you act incorrectly.

“I mean.....yes!! I will play with it!”

— He's smiling! That made you breathe a sigh of relief Afterwards, you went to play with the rabbits and eat lunch.

— He's quite big But he is also a gentle person, which makes you surprised by his personality. But even so, you liked it.

— While you were holding the rabbit, his hand touched you many times. Until you make a face like this at him “🤨”

— You first met her on the bus. Because at that time your father was busy so he was not available to drop you off at school like he used to do every day.

— After you got on the bus, you sat on a random empty seat and you turned to face her Yes, she was extremely shocked It shocked you too Before you apologize to her

“I…I'm sorry, I accidentally startled you..”

"no! It's okay!!"

— The truth is, she wasn't shocked that you accidentally leaned too hard But I'm shocked that you came to board the bus. Because normally you would never go up. And she also drew a picture of you.

— And she sat closer to the car window. And that makes you feel guilty for accidentally being too rude.

— You first met her on the bus But she first met you at the racetrack At that time you went to compete with another school and she went because her parents dragged her to watch While waiting for the action to begin She notices you You are a tall person (The color of your skin) is outstanding! Plus good looks You have a little muscle in your arms And that made her start to like you.

— And later, when she came to study, she saw you! She is surprised that you study at the same school as her. But even so, she was happy She decided to talk to you.

— There was that time when you were about to take a shower after practice. You go to the women's bathroom. And she walked in so she could start a serious conversation with you But she happened to see you taking off your clothes one by one and it made her shy and look at it inadvertently.

— And that's how she drew a picture of you back then on paper And she doesn't want you to watch it because she's afraid you'll hate her.

— The bus stopped and you were getting up from your seat and Gwen got up before you and a piece of paper fell down.

— That is, she drew you! And you pulled it up!!!!

— “Oh Anatomy so cool, you drew it so beautifully I like the leg raises.”

— She sighed in relief and you gave her the paper back Luckily you didn't notice the Anatomy face she drew.

— He first met you at the ice cream shop At first, he just had his heart broken with a woman he had been flirting with for a long time.

— And you saw him crying and eating ice cream And you made a face at him “😨”

"Why!! Have you never seen anyone cry?!”

— And you saw him again in physical education You and him were forced to play together.

— You and him had fun playing passing the ball together And there were many times when you and him accidentally held hands with him.

— And that made him start to like someone again! He doesn't like that you're handsome or that you accidentally held hands But he likes seeing you smile It makes him happy every time you smile.

— After finishing gym class He immediately walked towards you.

“Hey! Would you be interested in coming to my party? I'll make it at home tonight!”

— You agreed because you didn't have practice this evening And you don't know what to do when you're in the room.

— That night after you went to a party at his house There are some people you know there and he saw you He was delighted and quickly walked towards you.

“Hey, I'm glad you came!”

— You smiled back at him and he blushed and blushed Which made you laugh a little before walking off to the party with the others.

— As you leave the party because it's late. And you have to hurry home because your parents will be really angry. And he notices it and offers to take you home.

“Hey, I'd rather you take me home.”

“Well.......if you're okay with it. I'm okay with it.”

— She met you for the first time in the cafeteria She saw you with the cushion and she was instantly stunned by your handsomeness! And she'll probably like you right away.

— After that, she immediately approaches you! She tries to talk to you all the time Or sometimes she comes to watch you practice.

— She often invites you to go shopping, watch movies,and eat together That's where she takes you every Saturday.

— She loves to hold your arm because it acts like a couple! Tyler is jealous of both of you.

— She will beg you to come hang out at her house Because she wants to cuddle you while you sleep.

“Plsssss🥺”

— You immediately rejected her Because you have practice But she fusses over you and she tries to get you to sleep with her.

— She tried hard. In many invitations you accept because you are starting to get annoyed with her.

"yay!!"

— Yeah, she didn't really like you when we first met Because she thinks you like messing with her friends.

— Are you annoying, too tall, too handsome, what? Too handsome??? I think she's weird????

— You've seen her go on dates with the handsome boy from school, Alejandro They go on dates twice a week, where you'll see her holding hands with him.

— Or sometimes you'll see her with him at your practice field Which makes you confused as to why they came They will come on dates here when you've been dumped by your date And you will always make this face at them “🙄”

— You first started hanging out with her when you went to the mall with Lindsay while you waited for her to undress. You decide to invite her to talk.

— At first, she ignored you so you didn't continue talking. And she turns to you and asks why you didn't continue talking.

“I think you don't want to talk to me anymore.”

“Sigh...just sayin”

— After that, she talks to you playfully. You and her get along quickly. Even if your tastes are different, you can still be friends!

— On the way home while you and her were parting ways, she asked you for a line.

“Don't misunderstand! I'm not going to flirt with you!!”

“Then why are you telling me.....”

— You think she's a little strange. She is bossy and easily angered. But when I think about it, she's still weird. But she might be a good friend.....maybe??

— You've heard his name many times. Never even seen his face. But you never cared about wanting to see his face anyway.

— People on your team will always tell you: He's handsome and he's very charming. Every woman wants him. Unfortunately, he already has a girlfriend. His girlfriend is the student council president.

“You should try meeting him sometime!”

"I refuse."

— While you are eating under the tree You saw him walking towards you.

“Hey, is anyone sitting?”

"no..."

— You moved your seat for him to sit. You sit and ignore him for a while and he invites you to talk.

“What's your name? I'm Duncan.”

“y/n..”

“Ha! A lot of people are talking about you. You're very famous.”

“um...”

— You didn't want to talk to him because you didn't like talking while eating. But even then, you listen to him but don't answer him much.

— While you were talking (you were just pretending to be listening), you thought about a conversation you had with one of your team members.

— Do you remember her saying His girlfriend always fights and has broken up many times, but in the end they always talk back to each other.

— Hmm, it sounds like he's the kind of person who has toxic relationships. Okay, it sounds like you have to be careful that he doesn't flirt with you.

“Hey, are you free on Saturday?”

“Why do you ask?”

“I just want to take you to the mall. Are you free?”

— Oh, he flirts with you faster than you think.....maybe if you say no he will stop bothering you.

"Sorry, I'm busy. I have practice."

"Really?"

“Yes, Sunday too. Next week I won't be free all day, I have a competition.”

— Successfully, you can stop him from flirting with you in time. But now you think it's all gone? This is just the beginning, little girl.

— Tyler was the name you heard the most in your conversations with Lindsay.

— One day she asked you out like she always does. And this time he's with him, Tyler.

“What! You came too?!”

"Why not? Come and visit with a lot of people and it'll be fun."

“It would be fun without you!”

“Tyler, don't be rude!”

— After arguing between the two of you, you separated yourself. you feel free Yay~...Okay, you don't know where to go, so you decide to go to the bookstore because you don't know where to go. You spent 2 hours there because you found a book that was so fun you couldn't put it down.

— After reading the free book, you walked out of the place because you had spent quite a long time there. And you forget Lindsayd and Tyler.

“Hey, where have you been!”

“Bookstore”

“Do you know that I have been looking for you for a long time! I think you are lost.”

“Lindsay, where have hsr gone?”

“Let's change the subject! I've been looking for you for a long time!! You should tell me where you're going!”

— Surprise, you were angry and you were confused as to why he was so angry. Didn't he say he didn't want to be with you? But all he did was find you??

“Uh....then why are you looking for me? I thought you were going to hang out just the two of you with her??”

“That thing!!!- What.........why couldn't I think of it!”

“......”

— Yes, you felt like you were beginning to get angry at him, but even so, you were annoyed and didn't know what to do, so you chose to go home.

“W..what! Where are you going!"

"house"

“What! Don't hurry back! I don't have anyone to walk with!!”

— Okay, now you know the reason he's looking for you. You immediately thought that after the argument was over she would definitely go home. And Tyler probably doesn't know what else to do except find a friend to walk with. Yes, it must be like that.

“Ok, but you have to feed me food in exchange, is that okay?”

“I will if you come walk with me!”

— You and him are in the same class. You don't talk to him often because you don't know what to say.

— And one day you got to work with him. Your teacher will pair you up so that you can work together in pairs.

— He didn't come to class that day. And you have to go see him tomorrow so we can work together. And it arrived You immediately asked your best friend what the person named Harold looked like. After knowing the information You rushed towards him. And finally you found him!

“Uh...hi..”

“Uh...hi, is there something I can help you with?”

“Uh....well, in science class we worked together. It's a couple event.....so I'm coming to ask if you're free this afternoon. I have a competition tomorrow, so I came to ask you.."

“Oh sure! I'm free. Where can I meet?"

"canteen.."

— After working as a couple back then, you became closer to him. You would often leave practice to play games with him because he was so good at it and you enjoyed it.

— And even though there are people on your team dragging you back to every practice and scowling every time.

"Hey! Am I late?”

"no! You came in time.”

"cool!"

— Even if you come see him from Monday to Friday. But you can come see him during the holidays! So you come to his house or sometimes he comes to your house (but most of the time you go to his house). Because every time he comes to your house, your mother always teases him that he's your boyfriend.)

— Maybe it would be better to go to his house.

— The musician that every girl likes your friend said He is a musician that all the girls adore. It was seen that he liked a girl and he was heartbroken because the girl he liked already had someone he liked.

“Don't you think you'd like to go on a date with some guy?”

“I used to date men.”

“But that was 2 years ago.....”

— On Sunday afternoon you decide to go to the record store to buy some to listen to at home.

— While you were searching for a song, your hand touched someone's hand. which made you quickly remove your hand

"oh! I..I'm sorry!”

"it..it's okay."

— You instantly recognized that the person you met must be Train (because your friend said he always had a guitar bag that he carried).

— At first you were about to ignore him and were about to turn to the song you wanted. But he cut in front of you.

“Hey, if I remember correctly, you're the school's basketball player, right?”

“Ah, yeah...do you have anything?”

“Oh, it's just that my friends always talk about you. You're..uh...quite prettier than I thought.” He laughed slightly.

— prettier? It's quite new for you because overall, only your parents say you're prettier.

— After you were silent for several minutes. He invites you to chat and asks what kind of music you like, blah blah.

— On Sunday you go out with your family. Where you go to the beach You were happy to finally be able to rest after so many days of practice.

— You decided to go surfing because you wanted to give it a try. Because you thought it would be fun.

— During your travels you meet a woman. that you have heard and seen before "Bridget"

— She is looking for something, at first you are about to ignore her and go have fun. But she called you

“Oh hey! y/n oh my god it's so good to see you.” She rushes towards you.

— You looked a little emotionless, but even so, you had no choice but to help her.

"So...is there something wrong?"

“Yeah! I need urgent help.”

“So what have you lost...?”

“I lost my wallet!!”

— New mission: Help her find her wallet. Haha I'm just kidding. You help her find her wallet. and tried to ask her where she had last stored her bag.

— After looking for it for more than half an hour You found it at the ice cream shop near the beach. You quickly picked it up and gave it to her behind her back.

— You saw your picture in her wallet.

— Don't talk about this guy. Even though you have a bad memory But he's the only one you remember.

—The person is the one person who you see in almost every subject you study.

— He always sits next to you. You have to admit, he is very talented. Even though he is a sarcastic person all the time.

— One day, while you were practicing basketball, the teacher called you over to him. And when you go to him He has to tell you bad news. You failed the history test. (If this is your favorite subject, I apologize in advance.)

— The teacher told you that you have to solve this subject within a week and you have to do it quickly. If you don't do it quickly you will definitely get zero points!!!???

— which you cannot accept If you are stuck in the center Your parents must not be okay with this. and they will take away the mobile phone Oh my god, this must be bad!? What...by the way we have someone who got first place in this subject and that is him....Noah.

— Even if you think a little too much, the score comes first. So you tell your coach that you need to hurry and fix your test scores. To which your coach agrees and tells you to hurry up.

— You arrived in front of the library. You took a long time to come to terms with this and after a while you opened the door and walked towards a man.

— After walking for him for a few minutes, you found him. You saw him sitting in front of one of the mirrors. So you walked up to him. And he seems to have noticed you.

"What do you want?"

“Uh...hey, what if I want you to help me revise my history class....”

“Ha, since when did someone like you care about these things?”

“Just tell me whether you will help me or not.”

“Alright....I'll help you, but you'll have to make some concessions.”

— You don't like trade-offs. But you have to do it because of the score!!!!????

“Sigh....fine, what is it?”

“You will be my servant for two weeks”

“Ok....💢”

Because of this, I hate making trade-offs.. - you

— I want to say this here. She kinda likes you and you're quite popular with the girls.

— You often notice her gossiping about you. But you didn't say anything. It's normal for humans to act like that every time someone does this to you. You always ignore it.

— As you were going to the cafeteria you saw her going down the stairs. And you saw her falling down the stairs.

— You rushed over and grabbed her arm. Luckily you grabbed her arm in time. Your heart was pounding quite a bit because you were afraid you wouldn't be able to catch her in time.

"Hey! Are you okay!?”

— She doesn't answer you. She keeps a blank expression and refuses to answer you. You were confused for a moment, so you released her and gently patted her shoulder.

“Next time, you better be careful.”

— You walked away and didn't look back at her. After three days, she walked up to you and handed you something.

"what?"

“(Your favorite thing to eat) I-I saw you liked it so I brought it to you.”

“For what..?”

“The way you helped me that day..”

“...........Oh yeah, I remember now, thank you.”

“No problem^^”

— Technically You don't really like him that much. Because there was one time in physical education class. And today there's a basketball game, he's on the same team as you. And he made your team lose.

— If it were anything else, you would have forgiven him. But when it comes to sports, you will never forgive him. One loss equals a lifetime of shame.

— Even so, you can accept the truth. You give him a little But that means forgiveness, right? Yes, I think that's it.

— You often hear his closest friends say that he's cute, blah blah blah blah.

— You basically ignore your friend's words and pretend you're listening when you're not. And there was one day in PE again. That day it was two PE lessons in a row and the teacher had them pair up with friends in the class. Your friend appears paired with someone else. And there was only him left...

— You clearly have no choice. You feel discouraged about life but the score is most important. So you went up to him and asked if he'd be interested in pairing up together.

“Hey, are you interested in matching together?”

— He was shocked that you suddenly asked him this question but stammered your answer.

“O-oh uh...yeah! I i-interested!”

When he's startled, he's like a cat. Hey! What am I thinking!? Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him!!! - you

— Meeting her for the first time might be a little scary. But life has other things to contend with. Oh yes, I forgot. Fight with her.

— You always admit that you often act angry, but in rankings, she would probably take the number one spot without having to ask why.

— To be honest, the first time you met you, you were afraid. But then you have to trust that even though she acts upset all the time, she might actually be kind.

"What are you doing!!!??????"

— Okay, you seem to be wrong. I'm sorry..

— When you see the terrifying thing in front of you. So I decided it would be better to leave the gym and go somewhere else.

— But God seems to want to punish you for skipping practice. Because the woman you fear has already captured you.

— You turned to look at her with a crooked smile. And she made an angry face at you.

“Where do you think you're going?”

"Go get things...."

— Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. She will teach you instead of your coach. Because today your coach is on sick leave.

—After failing to escape from her, you reluctantly went to practice with her. Which overall is a bit heavy.....she's quite fierce and every time you do something slow or doesn't please her she gets angry.

— There was a time when you were resting. A woman brings you water, but Eva seems upset and takes your water and you are dehydrated for an hour.

— The hottest female student council president that guys like and that girls envy.

— As I said, she is the girlfriend of a flirt and a bad boy. Duncan....okay after that You reject him and he flirts with you all the time, every chance he gets.

— and his girlfriend was never okay with that.

— There was the time when she approached you and told you to break up with her boyfriend. To which you replied to her that I didn't like him. I don't like bad boys.

— But she doesn't seem to believe you. And she gave you one more warning before walking away from you. As you think to yourself “Do you not think that you will believe me at all?”

— After that day, she kept her eyes on you all the time. No matter where you are, you will see her everywhere. She reminds you of Beth. which makes you afraid

— and you know that if you keep an eye on your enemies How do you know what your enemies like to eat?? Or what do you like or dislike? Is that right?

— You will be amazed every day. If all your favorite things were in your locker every morning,

— At first you thought it was your friend. But when you ask, they say no. That makes you wonder who exactly brought it to you.

— You think of her, but you think it's impossible. But it's possible because at lunch she told you if you liked things that she liked.

— You immediately looked shocked because you didn't think it was her. (Even though you thought about it, you didn't expect it to be her.)

— He is the most handsome guy in the school. Yes, I'm not wrong. He is the most handsome in the school.

— You have heard that he is a model. There are often girls going to take pictures with him. Asking for signatures and many other things that I can't think of anymore. sorry..

— You didn't pay much attention to him. He's just a narcissist. You tend to ignore him all the time because if you pay attention to him or talk to him it makes him think you like him.

— and you've always done this. And if you're not lucky enough You won't be this miserable.

— His manager suddenly invites you to a photo shoot because you look good and it stands out in her eyes.

— which of course you have to reject. Because you don't want to waste time on photoshoots, you'd rather use this time to sleep or do whatever you want to do.

— Later that day, his manager told him that he was trying to get you to do a photo shoot with him. which he agreed And every day he always comes and asks you if you want to come and do a photo shoot with me. which you directly rejected him

— and he knew you had to say no. So he further told you that if you agree to go to a photo shoot. You will get a lot of money.

— and you immediately accepted the offer. Who doesn't want money?

— This woman? I don't know how to explain it to you. Let's just say she's a bit strange. She's the only one who likes to annoy you all the time. Until you get so angry you almost explode. But your friends come to help you get rid of your anger every time.

— and she once won a gold medal in sports. Which sometimes makes you jealous.

— You never talked to her. Even your voice never answered her. She will ask you to speak to her. But you did the opposite of what she asked.

“Hey, what color do you like? What do you like best? What is your best friend's name? Please answer me!!!😭😭😭 ”

— You will ignore her and you will ignore her forever.

— But there was one day while you were happily chatting with your best friend. But someone overhears and pops out of the locker in front of you.

“ Ha! I can hear your voice!!!😈😈😈 ”

— And you make a face like “😐 ”

— I don't know if I've told you yet. But this guy knows what he's planning. You're not stupid.

— No matter how insidious the plot is, if he uses it against you. It will be broken from the start.

— He may initially view you as an angry person and may use you in his plans. At first you didn't know you were being used. But after five minutes you realized his plan. And you ruined his plans after that.

— You had so much fun ruining his plans every time. Even though he doesn't like (?) the way you always ruin his plans.

— But what you don't know is He becomes more interested in you when you reject or ruin his plans.

— He knows you are smart but you pretend to be stupid. And he likes that you do that.

— and one thing he knows, you know what he thinks of you.

— THE BEST FRIEND YIPPEE!!!!

— You've probably always wondered - Hmm? Never wondered....well....let's just say you've wondered.

— Okay, let's get back to our story. You may have always wondered who your best friend is in my story.

— Yes, she is your best friend that you don't like. Yea....

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Okay, finally I finished it. Some characters may be short. But if it's short, then I can't figure it out.

I'm sorry some characters aren't included. In the future I will add them. But now...sigh.

Next project : yandere south park x Eri reader ( AU GoodbyeEri )

Thank you for reading to the end. — by Luna

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💙👾Casually gives you a virus👾💙

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to love and to learn

I’ve had this request since 2022 and had half done for more than a year now. Sorry it took so long! 😭

Summary: (to have and to hold)

Zoey navigates her relationship with Mike and co. throughout the year, learning that just because things are tough doesn’t mean you shouldn’t hold onto who they are.

A girl with a heart as big as hers shouldn’t be afraid to speak it.

| he is so many things. he is everything. she loses her heart and gets it back, this time ready to hold on. |

*♥️*🩵*

Mal (Spring)

Zoey unlocked the door to her place, purposefully making more noise than necessary as she closed the door and placed all her belongings on the table.

“I’m back!” She called out.

The empty house said nothing back and Zoey sighed, heart sinking. She didn’t know what she was expecting, to be honest. Her house was always empty, always silent, always dark. Normally, that would be any teenager's dream, but Zoey had always felt constricted when she was alone — like she was one tug away from panicking.

Separation anxiety, is what Courtney would call it. Neglect.

Zoey the Lonely, is what the elementary school kids called her.

It wasn’t like Zoey’s parents were bad or anything like that. They were just … never around. They were busy with work and away on trips often, which was fine because they were making money and putting a roof over her head. So Zoey didn’t say anything when they didn’t call her and she always smiled when the neighbors asked how her parents were and if she was fine …

Zoey shook her head out of the thoughts she wandered in. She had friends — close friends, better than anything she could have asked for — and that was enough.

Zoey walked over to the fridge and opened it — only to find absolutely nothing at all. Zoey quickly began looking through the shelves in the pantry and resisted the urge to sigh.

Right, she was supposed to go grocery shopping like, a week ago, curse finals for making her forget —

Zoey grabbed her wallet, keys, and phone and walked out of the house even though it was midnight.

Anything was better than being alone in an empty house.

* * *

Zoey is a sixteen year old girl walking home alone late at night, and apparently that’s some sort of welcome mat to get mugged.

Her credit card is weeping from the amount of things she’s bought but the food will last her a while so she doesn’t have to go shopping again. Zoey’s in good spirits as she crosses the street.

Normally, she would take the buses, but she doesn’t want to wait around outside when it’s one am and she has school tomorrow — well, today. She's also relaxed enough for the first time in about three months to let her guard down a bit, so it's a real shame that she immediately gets jumped by thugs the moment she does.

Zoey shrieks when a heavy hand covers her mouth and she gets dragged into an alleyway. Her back slams into a wall behind her, and Zoey counts three big, dark, intimidating thugs in front of her.

"Hands up, sweetheart, nice and easy," the biggest guy says, waving his gun at her.

Ice-cold fear shot in her veins and she instinctively reached for her pepper spray. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt empty space. She forgot it!

"He said hands up, kid!" the second guy barks at her, his own gun leveling out somewhere wildly above Zoey’s shoulder.

Zoey flinches. Great, not only would she be killed by thugs, she would be killed by amateur thugs. With the way they were holding the guns, she would most likely be shot by their own carelessness rather than actual intention.

"We don't want any trouble, just your money."

Zoey bit back a retort. Yeah, because teenagers just happen to be real millionaires. Who's even teaching these guys how to pick targets —

The thugs move forward, and Zoey cuts off her inner dialogue. Adrenaline races through her veins and her hands tremble at her sides. Just as she tries to summon her voice to call for help, or to desperately use one of Courtney’s self-defense lessons —

“Hey.”

All four of them jump, and the three thugs turn around to see two figures. Zoey couldn’t make out their facial features in the dark, but one was short and stocky while the other was tall and lanky.

The short one took a menacing step forward. “Leave the girl alone, and I promise we’ll leave you with your teeth intact.”

The thugs laugh. “Oh yeah? Last I checked, there’s three of us, and two of you. And we have guns.”

The tall one walks forward, and the thugs gasp. From her place Zoey can’t see who he is, but it makes the thugs tremble.

“B-boss … it’s the Malevolent One! And … the short mohawked green punk!”

Short mohawked green punk? That sounded like someone she knew, but who was the Malevolent One?

Caught up in her musings, Zoey almost didn’t notice the conversation going on.

"Hey kid, we said — hey, stop that creepy grinning, we're pointing a gun at you — "

Duncan just grins wider, cracks his knuckles, and throws himself into a fight.

Zoey screams as Duncan tackles the thug that called him short and gleefully begins going to town on him. The Malevolent One moves like a shadow, knocking the gun from the thug leader and sending him unconscious.

Slowly, they both turn to look at the last thug standing.

The thug’s face loses all its color and he jumps back in terror, screaming as he drops his gun in his haste to escape.

Zoey is frozen, gasping hard as her knees tremble. The two took on three armed thugs and managed to escape with only bruised knuckles.

Zoey’s legs suddenly give out.

“Hey, Zo, are you okay?” A hand is placed on her shoulder, and Zoey looks up to see Duncan staring down at her.

Zoey can’t help but smile. Duncan liked to put up this bad-boy image to make him seem tough, but secretly he had a soft heart. Zoey was glad to be one of the few to see it.

“Yeah, I — um, yeah. Just in shock. No need to worry about me.”

Duncan offers a hand to help her up, handing her the groceries in the process. Zoey shakily stands up, letting out a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Duncan.”

She looks at the other guy, whose figure was hiding in the shadows. “Thanks …” she trails off hesitantly.

He steps into the light and her heart stops. Mike, is her first thought. The tall, lanky body, the skin color, the face. Then she looks closer — the frown on his lips, the dark look on his face, the hair covering his eye.

“Mal,” Zoey says. Her throat suddenly feels extremely dry and she resists the urge to swallow.

“Zoey,” he responded neutrally.

Duncan looks back and forth, obviously picking up the strange air between them. “So, are you headed home?” He asked. Zoey and Mal both broke off the weird trance they found themselves in from staring at each other.

“Yeah,” Zoey nodded. “I was just walking back.”

Duncan takes the grocery bags and turns away. “Come on, we’ll walk with you! Don’t want you to get mugged again, do we?”

Zoey exchanged a bewildered look with Mal, but when he merely raised a brow she quickly flushed and hurried after Duncan.

No way was she letting herself be robbed two times in a night.

* * *

“Hey,” Zoey suddenly asked on the walk back. “Where’s Scott?”

Scott, Duncan, and Mal were the “bad guys” of the neighborhood, the misfits. They liked going out at night and causing trouble — nothing serious or endangering, but just enough graffiti to give the police a headache.

Zoey wasn’t very fond of Scott, but if his friends liked him and they were happy, who was she to judge?

“He stayed in because he had to do a biology project.” Duncan said casually, swinging her grocery bags from side to side. On her other side, Mal was carrying her other bags.

Zoey raised a brow. “And he cares because …”

“He’s failing. He spent three hours begging Dawn to help him out.”

Zoey cringed. He must really be desperate if he went crawling to Dawn. She hated his guts more than Zoey did.

“Right…” Zoey said, because she didn’t really know where to take the conversation.

“Anyway, where’re your parents?” Duncan asks. “Should they be the ones doing grocery shopping? Or at the very least, make you do it at a decent time?”

Zoey shrugged, suddenly not in a very chatty mood. “Oh, uh, they’re on a business trip.”

Duncan narrowed his eyes. “Wait, didn’t you say that last month? What —”

Zoey cut him off. “Duncan, I’m tired. So please drop the topic or else I'll text Courtney that you were on the streets beating up thugs at two am on a final’s night.” Zoey waved the phone for emphasis.

Duncan instantly backed off at the threat of bringing Courtney in. He definitely didn’t want his on-and-off girlfriend to get on his case again (even if they were broken up now). “Okay, okay, fine. I get it, I’ll back off.”

Zoey sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

She turned to look at Mal and found his eyes already on her. They were dark and scorching, and it felt like they were burning her body apart to look into her soul. It felt like he knew every secret scrawled under her skin and was taking it apart to observe at his leisure.

Zoey looked away, her heart beating nervously as her skin tingled under his eyes. “This is my stop.” Zoey stopped walking in front of her house. “Thank you for walking me home and for carrying my bags. That was very nice of you.” Zoey sent Duncan a cheeky grin, knowing how much he disliked being called “nice”.

“Just don’t tell anyone about it,” Duncan huffed, handing her the bags. “Probably about time to start heading back anyway. Later, Zoey. See ya, Mal.” With that, Duncan turned away and walked down the street.

Leaving Zoey and Mal standing alone together on the sidewalk.

“Thanks for walking me home, Mal. I appreciate it.” Zoey held out her hand for the other grocery bag.

Mal stared at her open hand uncomprehendingly, long enough for Zoey to get uncomfortable before saying, “I’m supposed to be walking you to your house.”

“We are at my house.”

“No, we’re in front of your house,” Mal corrects.

“My house is literally right there,” Zoey stabs a finger up the front lawn. “I can carry a couple of bags across the lawn. I’ll be fine.”

But Mal just stared at her unwaveringly, so Zoey huffs and marches towards the door. Mal trails after her, and it’s only until she unlocks the front door and opens it when he gives the bags to her.

Zoey flicks on the light, already feeling unsettled by the darkness before she turns to Mal. He’s already staring at her intently, and Zoey bites her lip uncertainty. “Thank you for walking me back,” she says. “For real, this time.”

“No problem,” Mal shoves his hands in his pockets, eyes flicking behind her to see the undeniably empty house. He turns to walk away, before he hesitates. “If you’re ever feeling lonely …” he starts, looking like he was already regretting it, “call me. I’ll always be there.”

Zoey’s face explodes in red and her mouth drops open. Mal quickly turns around and hurries away, leaving Zoey to gape after him in shock.

She closes the door before leaning against it sliding down to the floor. She buries her face in her hands, cheeks hot from her blush.

Yeah, she would call him. She did have his number after all.

She had all of theirs.

* * *

Vito (Spring)

Now, Vito has always been a massive player.

While Manitoba liked to flirt, Vito actually went out with girls. When he wasn't busy starting fights, he was chasing skirts — and while his behavior had always bothered Zoey, lately it bothered her for an entirely different reason.

That reason used to be because she hated the way Vito eyed girls like they were a piece of meat. The smug smirk he wore whenever he flirted with them made her want to punch him.

These days, it was because he flirted with girls. Period.

Not because he was a jerk about it, not because he was crude, not because he finally realized females were more than just boobs and a butt.

It was because every time she caught him winking at a girl or talking her up, it sent her blood spiking. Zoey would find herself gritting her teeth and clenching her fists and she didn't know why.

(Well, she did know why. She just didn't like it, so she ignored it.)

But the fact remained that something had changed, and it was aggravating the life out of her.

Despite everything, Zoey had resolved to simply ignore it. Whatever had happened to her would fade over time, and Vito was his own person (well … sort of. As much as he could be with five others in his brain). He was allowed to make out with whoever he wanted to.

Zoey also knew she was a major people’s pleaser and the type to obsess over every single detail — so she stuck to the mindset of ignoring Vito as well.

And it served her well, until one day after art club she rounded the corner and nearly crashed into Vito, who was currently sucking face with Anne Maria.

Zoey gasped and skidded to a halt. For a moment she simply stood there, gaping. Her feet were glued to the floor and her heart was pounding rapidly.

Zoey clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palm to clear her head. Zoey could feel a powerful emotion bubbling up and she bit her tongue.

What was Vito doing here? Football practice was over, he should have driven home by now. If he wanted to make out with Anne Maria then he should have done it under the bleachers — unless it was occupied by Geoff and Bridgette again. But why would he bring her here? He knew this was the path she always took to get to the bus —

Zoey suddenly stopped at the thought.

She watched as Vito pulled away and noticed Zoey staring at them in shock. For a moment their eyes met, holding a connection as they looked at each other.

Then Vito had the audacity to smirk at her, mouth pulling up in a cocky smile. His hands rested on Anne Maria’s hips and Zoey’s blood boiled.

She wanted to punch him. She wanted to punch him so bad, and she wanted to rip Anne Maria off him and yell and yell and yell until he made her shut up. But she knew what Vito would look like if she did that and Zoey would rather die than give him the satisfaction.

So instead Zoey clenched her fists, scoffed in annoyance, and brushed right past them with her head held high.

Zoey was jealous. Vito didn’t need to know that.

* * *

Chester (Winter)

Zoey was late, and she was dying.

The girl flies by pedestrians, red hair blowing out behind her as she runs down the sidewalk in a full sprint. Her legs burned and her lungs ached as she took heaving breaths of cold air.

It was one of those days in Canada where the air was so frigid it literally hurt to breathe, but the clouds still stubbornly clung to the snow that would fall later. She was late to her shift at work — too busy studying for classes after school — and had missed her bus, leaving her to wait for the second one impatiently.

Zoey burst into the shop. “I’m here!” She announced grandly.

Gwen looked up mid page-turn from her book at the register, observing the disarray that was Zoey. “You’re late,” she raised a judgemental brow.

“I know, sorry. I was just so caught up with school I lost track of time.” Zoey sighs, taking off her coat. Things would be so much easier for her if she had a ride … unfortunately, she and her ride had had a falling out a while ago and she doubted they would want to talk to her anytime soon.

Shaking off the negative thoughts, Zoey falls into the routine of getting ready. She worked at a small vintage shop that was tucked into the corner of the block for decades. Gwen had introduced it to her, and she had fallen in love with the still, older vibe of the place. Zoey was naturally attracted to older aesthetics, so it made sense that she fit in here.

Gwen and Zoey worked in tandem, attending to customers and working the register until people came in fewer and fewer. After a few hours, Zoey took a breath, checking her phone. Evening had come early, the sky turning a gorgeous shade of midnight blue outside.

Gwen reappeared from the back, bundled in a beanie and scarf. “I’m going to head out early. You okay with closing?”

Zoey smiled. “Of course,” she said, waving off Gwen’s guilty eyes. “Go have fun with Trent. I’ll see you at school.”

Gwen turned crimson, said a quick goodbye, then ran out the shop to the car parked outside at the curb. She slammed the door shut, and Zoey caught a quick glimpse of Trent waving at her before they took off.

Zoey sighed and started to close up. She was glad Gwen and Trent were back together after the rocky hardships that had actually led them to breaking up for a little bit. She wasn’t sure about the details of it — some jealousies and lack of communication — but she knew for sure that Gwen had found it hard to deal with her boyfriend's OCD, and struggled to manage it. She had confessed to Zoey about it, how she struggled to keep a normal relationship with Trent when his mental disorder was constantly interfering.

Gwen had come to her about that, asking for her advice about how to have a partner and manage their mental health, and Zoey had given it, feeling like a total hypocrite in the process.

The ding of the doorbell interrupts her thoughts, and Zoey looks up with an automatic smile to treat the last customer of the day before she freezes as she recognizes the person walking through the door.

Chester.

The alter shakes out his coat, wiping snow with a decisive sort of disdain off his cane. He looks up, takes note of Zoey’s unflattering stunned expression, and says, “Are you goin’ to be sittin’ there starin’ till my bones drop off or are you goin’ to make me some tea?”

Snapping out of it, Zoey blushes, rushing to make the drink under Chester's freezing glare. She sets down the pot, pouring the liquid into the cup as Chester grumbles before sitting down awkwardly.

“So,” Zoey manages to get her voice not to squeak. “How have you been, Chester?”

“Like you care,” Chester says gruffly and takes a sip of his tea. Perfect, just how it's always been. He and Zoey always had the same taste.

“I do care, that’s why I asked,” Zoey responds patiently. Without realizing it, her tone slips into the familiar, soothing, serenade that usually came out whenever Chester made a mean comment. “Just because we haven’t spoken in a while doesn’t mean I don’t wonder how you or everyone else is.”

Chester eyes her suspiciously, and Zoey finds herself randomly struck with how she sees him as Chester, and not Mike. To anyone else, it would look like a teenage boy was acting like an old man, but that wasn’t it. Chester hunched in on himself, and had crooked fingers that always itched for his cane; he subconsciously squinted in one eye and spoke with an inflection that Zoey never knew came from. Mike was the total opposite — he walked straight, but with a small slump in his spine as if to make himself less taller; he used enthusiastic hand motions and spoke loudly when excited. He didn't even like tea like Chester — he preferred juice.

“I’m as fine as these old bones can be in this weather,” Chester says after a moment.

“I see,” Zoey smiles. “You should stay inside and keep warm — what will happen if you slip and fall?” Even if Mike’s body was still young and strong, he had Chester’s psychology — so if he fell, he’d be in immense pain because he believed he had the bones of an old man and wouldn’t be able to get up on his own because of the psychological limits in Chester’s own mind.

“ ’s not like I meant to come out on my own,” Chester scowls. “The boy was already frustrated before that darn hooligan ran the red light while we were crossing. Nearly hit us too, that no good son of a —”

“You’re walking in this weather?” Zoey interrupts before he can go on his tirade. “What about your car?” Mike’s parents had bought him a car in the middle of autumn for passing his drivers test, a beat-up old thing. But still, Mike loved it, and the rest of his alters did too, taking it and driving it around to all their individual appointments.

It had been a fight for Mike to get his license — officials were too worried about him disassociating and switching out while he was driving — but thanks to his psychiatrist’s approval and his adopted parents pushing, he was finally able to get it. She can still remember how proudly Mike's eyes had shone when he first showed her his ID.

“Parents took it away,” Chester grunted. “He was switchin’ out with the rest of us too much.”

“Oh,” Zoey’s mouth felt dry. “I —”

“He's a mess without you, you know. They all are, those stupid young fools. But you should know, with what you said before.”

Zoey feels the words hit, like a sucker-punch to the gut. Her mind flashes back to the time when she asked Mike out. She had worn her favorite red halter top, with wildflower sticker tattoos stamped up her arm as she had rubbed it shyly. She had been so nervous; it had felt like the nerves her belly had turned into a livewire full of electric butterflies.

The words she’d said to him came back to her when he asked why she liked him.

"It's just that … the sort of mess you are ... has always felt like the sort of mess I am.”

How cruel of Chester to bring that up so suddenly. But then again, Chester never really had a problem with being cruel when he wanted to get his words across. Zoey found herself momentarily at a loss of words, stomach flipping in guilt. “That’s not … I didn’t …” What was she supposed to say? Sorry? As great at apologizing as she was, that felt too insensitive to say.

She was self-aware enough to know that she couldn’t keep her friendship with Mike, not after how much she’d hurt him. Maybe if they talked more, if she’d been more commutative …

The familiar sting of tears building up mortifies Zoey and she hides her face behind her hand, squeezing her eyes shut. That only makes it worse as the pressure causes a few wayward drops to slip out. God no, she wouldn’t cry in front of Chester, she wouldn’t …

Zoey waits for the sound of disgust that should be coming from him, a grumble about how sentimental young people were, but —

Something soft touches her cheek and she looks up to see Chester avoiding her eyes, holding out a handkerchief. She sniffles, taking it from his hand and unceremoniously scrubbing her eyes as hard as she can.

“You want to help everyone. You're too sweet to be alone,” Chester says gruffly. “Too dependent on others. You’d save a houseplant if you thought it could be your friend.”

Zoey lets out a choked laugh, not sure if she should be amused or offended at the words. “I just — I thought I'd get over it by now. We weren't even together that long anyways.”

Chester stared at her. “Why do ya still miss him? You’re the one that left.”

Zoey stares down into her cup, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “Sometimes you don't get a choice. You think about someone ... a lot.” After she broke up with Mike, she had hoped that that would be the last of it. That he would fade into the background of all the other students, and that the only thing left would be a bittersweet memory.

But no. He still lingers, in her heart and in her mind. He was a bolt out of the blue, and a catastrophe that shakes her to the core. She could go about her day just like any other, and like a habit, she'd think of him.

“That’s what happens when ya give up on somethin’ ya care about. You grieve it just as much as you loved it.”

Zoey glances up at Chester before looking away again.

“What do I do now?” She whispers.

Chester takes a sip of his tea. “Ya know what you did wrong. Ya know what ya wanna change. The only thing that you can do now is try to be better next time around.”

Zoey blinks, the bowstring tightness drawn around her shoulders loosening at his words. She gazes into the mug like it holds all the answers, thoughts swirling around her head like a whirlwind. The fears and insecurities still weighed in her consciousness but now — although tentative — resolve was there as well.

She took a sip of her tea as well, chamomile lingering on her tongue. She could still try.

She wanted to try.

* * *

Svetlana (Winter)

Zoey watches on the sidelines as Svetlana dances on the ice, lost in her own music. The scrapes of ice against her blades are the only sound in the rink. It's completely empty, which she felt fortunate for because now Svetlana can completely focus on her routine while Zoey sits on the sidelines.

Svetlana skates by again, arms moving like the wind, somehow making the most complicated movements look like the easiest thing in the world.

She was intricately beautiful, and Zoey can’t take her eyes off her. Even with all the inner turmoil in her head, she can’t help but stop and stare at her. She knew this place — here, on the ice rink — was where Svetlana belonged. Skating was her passion, and the movements of the dance were her religion. The air rushing by her ears could clear her head more than any words can, and Zoey knows that she is the reason why Svetlana is out on the ice.

The cold bites her fingers numb and brings a rosy color to her cheeks, stinging like a slap. Zoey didn’t bring gloves with her, a self-inflicting punishment for what is to come. If this was, perhaps, a month ago, she would have been out on the ice with her, sliding on her skates and trying to catch up to Svetlana. Laughter would be echoing throughout the rink as she kept on slipping, not the void of silence now between them.

She couldn't do it anymore.

She could feel her mind fracturing the more she was stretched thin.

She was just so tired. She couldn't handle it. Dating five personalities, each with their own individual traumas, was too much. The stress, the insecurities, the fears were piling up and she just wanted a break.

She thinks (or hopes, maybe) that the others can sense it — her pulling away. It was cowardly, but she hoped that they would willingly drift off into the sea of faces in the school so that Zoey wouldn’t be able to say anything at all.

Svetlana dances across the ice, blissfully lost in her own winter wonderland and slows to a stop. She opens her eyes and catches Zoey’s. She isn’t quite sure what look reads in her gaze, but Svetlana doesn’t skate forward and close the seemingly sudden large gap between them.

Zoey was gonna break her heart. Take the fragile organ that all of the alters held so dear and shatter it into a million pieces.

* * *

Manitoba (Fall)

Manitoba pulled her along by her hand, dragging her to wherever he was taking her. She honestly had no clue. Mike had switched when he was in gym class, and the now-present Manitoba Smith had promptly ditched and went to seek Zoey out, even though she was in a different class at the time.

It had been … an experience to find out about Mike’s alters. She had known that he had some sort of disorder, because he always seemed to have a pink slip note of visiting the counselor’s office. It wasn’t until Mike had told her about his Multiple Personality Disorder —or Dissociative Identity Disorder, as Cameron often corrected— and Cameron had explained what it was when she suddenly understood.

Apparently, back at his old school, Mike had been severely bullied for his disorder and was often called a freak. Monster. Jekyll and Hyde. It had enraged Zoey beyond reason. She herself had been picked on for being different back in her old town, and she knew how much words could hurt.

When he came here, Mike’s plan of laying low was shot when he saw Duncan, who recognized him when they were in juvie, and from Scott, who had wrangled the truth from Cameron with slightly unethical means. Because it was a small school, the information traveled around the grapevine. Nobody batted an eye. Wawanaka High, if nothing else, was filled with eccentric people.

Mike had explained that he didn’t tell her about his personalities sooner because he was afraid she would think he was a freak, but Zoey had simply laughed and told him how much she loved oddballs. But secretly, she was nervous. She had no idea on how to handle his alters, or his trauma that sometimes arose at the most random things. It had been weird, and scary, and confusing, to see the boy she liked (like … really liked), acting like someone else entirely. His posture, his voice, his entire attitude did a complete turn around, and she didn’t know how to handle it.

“Why are you dragging me out of class?” Zoey complains. “We have midterms coming up, and—”

“You’re focusing on the wrong things, treasure!” Manitoba laughs. Zoey trips at the nickname. “You only live once! Why not make this one worth living with adventure!”

Easy for him to say. Mike was the only one who had to focus on school grades and studying. All the others were there for fun.

Manitoba leads them up the stairs to the roof and Zoey withdraws when she sees the Emergency Exit plastered on the doorway.

“Wait, what are you doing?!”

“Huh?”

“You’ll set off the fire alarm!”

Manitoba laughs like she’s said something cute. He opens the doorway to the rooftop and Zoey holds her breath, waiting for the alarms to start. When there is nothing, she lets it out almost disappointedly. A dud.

Manitoba doesn’t let go of her hand as they walk onto the roof and Zoey doesn’t pull away either as she looks around. So this is where Manitoba went whenever Mike switched out with him. Since Mike had a full-time pass to the counselor’s, he was technically obligated to go there whenever he felt like he was about to dissociate, but he and the others never did. She knows that for a fact because the other alters have been caught trying to leave school (Vito and Manitoba mostly) and now Zoey finally knows where one of them disappears.

Zoey can’t help but stare at him while his back is towards her.

She liked to keep busy. Needed to, really, because then she can ignore the persistent loneliness that ached whenever she was alone in a house that was too big for only her. So she made friends, joined clubs, and studied hard. She took it as a challenge when Cameron had asked if she would date any of the alters since she was dating Mike. If her boyfriend had more parts of himself then she wanted to know them as well.

And she liked them, too. Zoey didn’t doubt that before long she would like them just as much as she liked Mike. Svetlana had a beautiful soul and Zoey loved spending time with her. Manitoba was wild but captivating and she could feel herself getting used to him as well. Vito was coming around as well, taking her on drives whenever possible. She was slowly finding the gaps in Chester’s prickly nature and she remained a polite distance with the ever-elusive Mal.

There were doubts, perhaps, that she had been too hopeful. Not that she would ever think Mike a freak, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she had bitten off more than she could chew. If she was truly the right person to handle this. Zoey had her own problems and insecurities, and she could admit that she was prone to keeping it in due to her upbringing — unlike Mike, who knew how to communicate thanks to his training with his therapist.

“You get quiet when you’re stressed.”

She blinks, broken out of her thoughts due to Manitoba’s casual remark.

“Sorry,” she said. “I think more in my head than aloud.”

“I know, love.”

Zoey is glad Manitoba doesn’t comment on the small jerk she makes at his nickname and her furious blush. It was still embarrassing to get used to the others’ affection.

“Now, get on the ledge, Sheila.”

Zoey raises a brow.

Manitoba’s mouth curved into a smirk. “’Course, if you’re feeling afraid I’ll have no problem holding onto a beautiful—”

Maybe it was because of the thought of Manitoba thinking that she was weak or too afraid or boring to do it, but before she thought about it she grabbed onto the metal bars separating her from the ledge and leaped over them. Her converse hit the other side and Zoey spun around to face open air. The wind wasn’t too bad, but if she let go of the bar it would only take a push to send her careening to her death.

Zoey glanced over her shoulder, a smile tugging at her lips. “You were saying?”

Manitoba gazed at her, none of his usual cockiness in his eyes. “Look.”

She's never had a fear of heights, so she isn't afraid when she stares down at the world. Trees dappled with red, orange, and gold leaves lined the block of houses they adorned. The cars looked like toys on the winding road, the people so small they looked like ants. She hears Manitoba jump on the ledge to join her but doesn't turn her head.

“Wrong place, Shiela.”

“What?” Zoey asks. She turns to look at Manitoba only to see him watching her already.

“You’re looking in the wrong place.”

Without any further comment, he takes her chin and gently lifts it up so her gaze shifts upwards. Away from the town and to the world beyond that. Midnight-colored lakes, rolling plains, and forests stretching as far as the eye can see. And even farther, mountains peaking towards the blue sky, desperate to touch the clouds.

The air rushed out of her in her next breath.

And suddenly, Zoey understood what Manitoba was trying to make her get. There was a whole world out there. A whole country, and whole continent, even, and Zoey was still lost in her head. Her problems seemed like nothing in the grand scheme of things, and Zoey was just letting her life pass her by because she let them consume her.

She stands on the edge of the rooftop. Wind brushes along her skin, causing goosebumps to rise along her arm, but Zoey doesn’t say anything. She didn’t bring her jacket, and Manitoba wasn’t wearing one either. Even if he was, she doubted she would ask for it. She stands on the ledge, making no move to shield herself from the wind and looks at the Canadian wilderness in front of them.

She tips her head back and closes her eyes, the wind making the loose strands of her hair fly around her. Her feet felt rooted to her place, but she imagines herself as free as a bird. She could taste the tantalizing weight of wilderness on her tongue and wants.

So Zoey stands, and stares, and breathes.

* * *

Mike (Fall)

Zoey walked into her last class of the day, Chemistry. It had taken her a while to find the classroom, so most of the tables were filled up. She spotted Lightning in the back showing off with Cody staring up with adoring eyes. Noah was on the other side of the class, rolling his eyes at the antics before burying his nose in his book.

Apprehension pooled her gut. She didn’t know who to sit by and barely knew anyone. The class was mainly filled with seniors she only knew by name with only a handful of juniors she had never spoken to.

Zoey feels sick. She wants to walk right out. Why was her social anxiety starting to act up now?

She spots a boy sitting with a table to himself, a giant bookbag next to him. He’s hunched over, like he wasn’t used to the open air around him, and is wearing thick glasses and a giant red hoodie that hide nothing with how scrawny he is. Zoey is surprised to see him have such a big bag, seeing as how the boy is basically twigs it looks like even the weight of a butterfly could knock him over.

He seemed like the safest bet to sit next to.

Zoey walks towards the small boy — anxiety trembling in her bones — and gives him a nice smile, trying to appear more confident than she truely was.

“Hi!” She greets cheerfully. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

The boy jolts so hard that he nearly topples to the floor. “Oh! Yeah, sure! No problem!” He eagerly swipes all his belongings off the side of the table to make room for her.

“Thanks,” she says, taking a seat. Continue the conversation, ask questions rings in her head from all the How-To-Make-Friends podcasts she had obsessively listened to over the summer. “I don't think I've ever seen you around before. Are you a freshman?”

The boy lights up, and soon he is talking a mile a minute. His name is Cameron, and he's sixteen like her — which surprised her, given his small stature — but this is his first year of attending Wawanakwa High after being homeschooled all his life. Apparently his mother was obsessively overprotective of her only son and as a result, Cameron was what was known as a “bubble boy”. He was sweet though, and eager, even though he lacked any real world experience he was quite knowledgeable in academics.

By the time Cameron kindly offers her some hand sanitizer, Zoey is estatic to find that she has made her first real friend of the year.

Their conversation comes to a natural lull and Zoey busies herself organizing her backpack and pulling out the notebook she will need for the class.

Officially, chemistry should have already started, but none of the seniors pause in their continuous chatter and after waiting for another awkward couple of minutes, Cameron turns and asks a senior, Courtney, where the teacher was. The honors student makes a face, nose wrinkling in a way that makes her freckles scrunch cutely and responds, “Our teacher is Blainely. She never shows up to class on time, no matter how much Principal McLean complains.”

A desk over, a girl named Heather with beautiful, glossy long hair, scoffs in a way that shows her just how much she’s a fan of their teacher and goes back to filing her nails. Zoey wants to compliment her on her hair, but something primal very deep inside of her tells her that any word spoken to her would be met with a nasty comment on her hair.

She goes back to doodling on her own notebook before all of the sudden the door slams open and a harried teen rushes in. He’s holding a pink slip that meant he was coming from the office, and after seeing that the teacher is nowhere in sight, looks for a table.

He lights up as he sees the only open seat on Cameron’s other side and hurries towards it, practically dumping all his belongings on the table as he collapses in his seat.

“Hey,” he says, running his fingers through his spiky hair. “Did class start yet?”

Cameron shook his head no.

“Really? But didn’t class start like —” he glances at the clock, “— ten minutes ago?”

“Well, our teacher for this class is Ms. Blainely, and I heard she doesn't care about tardiness because she's always late.” Zoey reports back what Courtney said to her.

“Can’t see why,” the boy responds flippantly. “We’re as pleasant as all the teachers in the school.”

Zoey feels her cheeks pull up in a grin and she giggles. “Nice to meet you. I’m —”

Blainely slams through the door of her classroom like a typhoon of bravado and too-much confidence for a teacher who was late to her own class by ten minutes. “Alright, you little brats, it’s time for Chemistry!” She sing-songs.

There’s a thunk from behind of Bridgette slamming her head into her table and her deskmate Lindsay sympathetically pats her on the back. A few tables over, Heather fake gags.

Blainely, in her true, characteristic nonchalant fashion, tells them to have at it in mixing the chemicals after barely skimming the safety protocols and handing out labs.

Her, Cameron, and their new teammate work in tandem together, like they’re a well-oiled machine. He cracks jokes with Cameron and laughs with Zoey, and she feels her cheeks getting sore with how much she's grinning.

She hasn't had this much fun in a long time. Their new teammate is charismatic. And cute. And nice. Zoey didn’t really have a type, but if she did …

Well. It would probably be him.

From over Cameron’s head where he’s chattering, Zoey chances a peek at the boy to see him already watching her. Her heart leaps in surprise and she can’t help but stare at him even after he quickly glances away. Does she have pen ink on her face? It wouldn’t be the first time. Zoey opens her mouth to ask, but before she could —

The bell rings.

The students stir and begin packing their bags with vigor, chatter filling the air as the last class of the day is finished. Cameron bids them goodbye and leaves quickly, and Zoey waves as he practically sprints towards the door, saying something about his mom picking him up.

She spots the boy beginning to pack his bag with the new chemistry papers and realizes amongst all the fun they had together, she has yet to learn his name.

“Hey,” Zoey smiles over the space at the boy. “My name is Zoey.”

The boy blinks, then gives her this big, beautiful, beaming grin that seemed to light up his entire face. Zoey feels her heart skip a beat, then trip and stumble and crash against her ribcage at the sight of it. Oh boy.

“I'm … Mike.”

* * *

[perpetualexistence]

Alley Cats AU Masterpost

(I will continue to stand by this sloppily put together edit I made. It's indicative of the silly fun times they have that are definitely not covering up for tragic backstories.)

So, an actual masterpost for Alley Cats AU!

It's a high school AU where each member of Team CIRRRRH + Eva have been made into social outcasts in their own unique and special ways. Their one place of solace is a dumpster alley behind the school.

It's still being worked on, but for now here are all the posts for the AU in roughly chronological order:

Backstories

What Noah Did

What Eva Did

What Izzy Did

What Alejandro Did

Shenanigans & Chicannery

Noah and Eva talk about dating

Team E-Scope help Eva with her anger issues

Alley Cats vs. José Pt 1

Alley Cats vs. José Pt 2

[miusato]

Ahh yes, the autism brothers 🤝🤝🤝

[gh0stzinl0ve]

hey! a fun fact for my au is that Noah and Courtney are EXTREME academic rivals. fighting for a good grade or the title of class president at every moment!

Speaking of class president, Noah has won about 6 times in 6 years(6th-11th), leaving poor courtney as vice president every time. No one really knows why Noah has been elected so many times, but Courtney has reason to believe him and his friends have been messing with the votes

[dozing-marshmallow]

Hi I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind writing high school au Lindsay x masc!reader x Tyler. Where reader writes like notes and reminders of who people are and where things are. And carries a first aid kit for Tyler and is always redirecting him from getting hurt. Reader and Lindsay sit and cheering with Lindsay at Tyler’s hockey games.

Helloo! Thank you so much for the request, this was a lot of fun to write for! 😊 regarding your other ask, I’ll get that done too! Thank you, and enjoy! 💜

(HIGH SCHOOL!) TYLER + MASC! READER + LINDSAY HEADCANONS

Every morning, you wake up and go to school with Lindsay and Tyler.

In your packed lunch, you always made sure to spare a small fruit salad for Lindsay and Tyler, a protein bar.

You weren’t the third wheel. You were the dad.

“Mind your step, Tyler.” you pull said sportsman from slipping on a spill on the stairs that could have earned him an injury so early in the day.

“Oh! Thanks!” Tyler smiled in gratitude,“Man, sports first thing is the best breakfast to have to start the day!”

You nod,“I’ll be getting my psychology test results back, so I’m hyped for that.” you turn to Lindsay whose naive eyes weren’t present,“Do you know what lesson you’ll be having first?”

“Huh?” Lindsay blinks and pointed a finger to her chin,“Something about reading...” so, no.

“English?”

“Ohh! I have Art and design! That tech thing with horses!” Strange how reading was the first thing that came to mind then,“Which way do I go for it again?”

“That way, Lindsay,” you point to the left.

“That’s why so many people are going there!” the gorgeous girl stares at the large chunks of students she’s probably never spoken to before walking in unison as though it was new, before her bottom lip quivers,“I don’t wanna go by myself, could one of you maybe come with me?”

“Course, Linds!” Tyler volunteers happily, putting his arm around Lindsay,“We’ll see you at the cafeteria, (Y/N)!”

“Have a good lesson, you guys!” you wave at the couple,“Wrong way!”

There were some classes you shared with Lindsay and Tyler, sometimes with just one of the other(mainly the subjects that didn’t have sets).

Lindsay always loves sitting next to you in the middle of the classroom. You played frequent drawing games with her between writing down the lesson’s content and she asked you a lot of relationship advice.

With the classes you had with Tyler, you wouldn’t be just sitting as a pair, but nearby other male acquaintances and have yourselves deep conversations with them.

You, Lindsay and Tyler had your presumed “closer” friends from different cliques, yet you three preferred spending lunch with each other on the same table, by the window.

You’re normally the first one there.

With the other two, it was hard to know, but easy to calculate- if Lindsay arrived second, that means Tyler got hurt somewhere. But if Tyler arrived second, that meant Lindsay got distracted and completely forgot she was meant to be having lunch.

As available, it was the first fate.

“Tyler... What happened to you?” you asked your friend who was setting his tray down, face messed up.

“Oh Theodore, what did they do to you!” Lindsay squeaked similarly, more as fright than as question.

“Tyler, Lindsay...” he mumbles Lindsay’s mistake, dropping his heavy bag under the table and taking his seat next to you,“Do you have a plaster I could use?”

“I got you.” you zip open your bag for your first aid kit.

“Tyler, don’t schools have a nurse?” Lindsay asked, tilting her head,“I thought every school had a nurse...”

“Those old ladies don’t do anything...” her boyfriend groans at the pressure of your finger applying the plaster,“Thanks, dude. I would be dead if it wasn’t for you.”

“Oh my gosh, me too!“ Lindsay gasps, dropping her fork,“(Y/N) has been the best smoothies I’ve ever gotten! My skin has been softer than a bunny rabbit since I drank it!”

A valid confusion spreads across Tyler’s bandaged face, trying not to move as you went on to clean his cheek,“Linds... What are you talking about?”

“That smoothie you bought for me last Saturday! Or was it Monday?” she suddenly turns to you,“(Y/N)! I didn’t see you there! You have this amazing smoothie named after you, I’m jealous! I wish I was named after something so phenomenal! So um, the (Y/N) that can blink, could you help me with this math homework I got?” she picks up her large pink handbag and begins searching through it,“I know we’re at school, but I don’t wanna do this at home when I have fashion to attend to!”

“I always knew you would rock the runaway!” Tyler grinned a toothy grin, digging into his school tray of pasta after you finished.

“Thanks, Tyler!” she blows him a kiss, with a hand gripping on a booklet,“But I gotta use some of my mascara ink to write as well. Could you help me, (Y/N)?”

You nod,“I’ll talk you through it.” she pushes her chair closer to your side.

She was in the lower class, so her homework should be more easy- to you, anyway.

Well, Lindsay must really have no idea how maths functioned because you were now on the eighth question, skipping the other seven, this one about simultaneous equations,“Which value do you want to make the same?”

“Uhhh...” she taps her temple,“All of them!”

“It doesn’t work like that, Lindsay.”

“Why not?”

“Because you need to have either x or y be the same so you can cancel them out to find the value to substitute in to find the other.” you explained, circling the two different xs,“So if you decide to make x the same, you will need to multiply both the x, the y and the outputs by the the lowest common multiple of the xs which is-“ 

“Ahhh, I give up!” she whines, using her multicolour pen to scribble over the question,“I can’t do this, I’m not made for this! First they make me wear a cardigan, now they make me do maths? Why couldn’t I do makeup instead...? All this is just living proof that school is founded on tearing down teen spirit!”

“Bang on, Lindsay.” you flick through the booklet to see how many pages she had left. Three, which was a quarter of what you’d usually get,“But it’s just a few more years and you won’t have to ever worry about it again.”

“Who says I’m worrying now!” she giggles, taking the homework back,“Thanks, (Y/N)!”

A part of you wanted to do the entire thing for her, but you knew that wouldn’t be ethical for her record,“Let me know if you need help finishing it.” pointless since Lindsay never remembers to finish her homework.

“Ohh, that reminds me!” she declares, shoving the work back into her bag,“Someone called uh, Summers wanted to see me at lunch, but uh... I’m sorta having a rusty time knowing who she is and what she wanted to talk to me about.”

“Biology.”

“Huh?”

“Mrs Summers. Your biology teacher?” you frown,“Did you lose that profile sheet I made for you?”

“Ohhh right! And I didn’t lose it! I just can’t find it.” the blonde claims, standing up from her seat and replacing the space with her handbag,“Don’t let the food bugs bite! I’ll be back!”

So, it was just you and Tyler.

“You’re a genius, (Y/N)!” was the first thing he said in the one on one interaction.

“I really am not.” you laugh lightly, taking a first bite of your sandwich after tending to Lindsay.

“You sure are! Linds and I dread this kind of stuff, and here you are, looking like you do it for fun!” the jock exalts, sipping on the straw of his juice box,“About that smoothie thing, Lindsay forgot her name when ordering so she decided to name it after you, thinking your name as something she could always rely on.” he chuckles,“Know anything about that from psychology?”

Oh, loveable Lindsay,“There’s probably a link!”

“While we’re on the topic... We were thinking of going there after school today. Wanna come with?”

You beam,“Count me in.”

Lunchtime was over and in every four weeks, the hockey jocks got to showcase how they’ve been working against other schools- they’d make their way early to the changing rooms, while everyone else had to make their way into the school ice rink for the bleachers.

Lindsay grabbed onto your arm to not get lost in the crowd. While you weren’t a sports fan, you did enjoy cheering your friends on.

“Go Tyler!” Lindsay proudly takes first place in shouting out the name of her boyfriend.

“Looks like he forgot to wear his helmet again...” your gut was right to bring out your first aid kit again. You’ll take care of the injuries later. For now, you hold your hand next to your mouth as the whistle blew,“Go Tyler!”

[eskiol]

Td highschool au wip

Au: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49744186

[jordanraye47]

modern day total drama headcanons (HS I guess) pt 2

they’re teenagers doing modern teenager stuff don’t come for me😔😔🙏 there will be sexual jokes btw ‼️

Heather: laughs when the popular guys moan in class. Idk she’d just be annoying like that. “Did I ask” AHHHHWIRJFUFUFU KILL ME. I like Heather but thank god she’s a millennial I would’ve hunted her down if she went to my school. “WHO YOU CALLIN A LESBIAN YOU FUCKIG FAGGOT” those live girls. Like if zshe was lesbian she would’ve denied it for years like “only faggots are lesbians”

Izzy [fucking ginger]: this isn’t even angst but she’d be bullied tbh. Curly ginger hair? Freackles? Talkative? Bro she’d be dead. Like trust me shes my fav and so cool but let’s be real. Kinda mf to be like “heyyy how have you been” snf hug her friends and be like “im gonna touch you” (shes js like me fr) we all saw that she was dressed up on total drama but tbh I don’t think shed be that dressed up in school. She’d either have “SLIPKNOT DEATH DATH EMO” written shirts or those fucked up Walter white shirts. SHED BE THAT KID WHO WAS AKWAYS CALLED OUT OD CLASS LIKE “is Izzy here? Yeah, pack your things and come with me” and literally nobody sees her for the rest of the day. I don’t wanna start a war here so for nemma shippers: she’d be such good friends with kitty. They’d hang out whenever Emma and noah were out on dates or just hanging. Kitty has so many pics of them together tbh. for noco shippers: she’d be the biggest nco shipper ever. Y’know in the intro w Zoey Mike and sierra? She’d do that sierra thing to noah and Cody.

probably more coming idk

[natalynsie]

Swerving Down a Backroad Away from the Police (Noco Oneshot)

Was driving at the age of eighteen with seven passengers in the car in Canada legal?

No.

Was driving at all under the age of eighteen in Canada legal?

No.

What was Noah doing?

Seventeen years old, one of seven passengers in the car, 10 at night, swerving down a backroad away from the police.

How did he get here?

“LORD HELP ME!” Duncan shouted, jumping in the front seat of Eva’s sister’s van, dropping a backpack full of alcohol into Eva’s lap.

“What the fuck, Duncan?” Eva asked.

“SHUT UP AND LET ME DRIVE!”

Duncan hit the gas and started driving out of the parking lot.

“What happened?” Trent asked, holding onto the car door handle on the right side of the car as Duncan turned onto the road.

“I didn’t know there were police right outside! I usually get away with this!”

“He stole beer and… other stuff,” Eva said, making a disgusted face aimed at the bag.

“Ooh! Sounds fun! I haven’t been in a police chase in a while!” Izzy exclaimed happily, leaning forward onto the central console.

“I hope Eva’s sister isn’t mad we stole her car,” Owen added, peeking up over Izzy to look at Eva.

Eva clutched her brow. “I’m so gonna get grounded.”

“Well I’m gonna get arrested and you are too, you’re accomplices now,” Duncan yelled.

“Fuck you Duncan,” Gwen began, leaning over a now smiling Cody in the backseat to get a better look at Duncan. “You did not have to drag us into this.”

“If I get anything on my record, I’m going to be very mad,” Noah stated, arms and legs crossed.

“Well what are you going to do about it?” Duncan asked.

“Go faster,” Izzy suggested.

“Sounds fun.” Duncan smirked, taking a sharp left.

Cody’s shoulder smashed into Noah’s.

“Ow,” Noah deadpanned.

“Sorry,” Cody apologized.

“Did you ever take driver’s ed, Duncan?” Noah questioned.

“I got a D+,” Duncan grinned, taking another sharp turn on the windy road that they were on, trying to throw off the cop car now following.

Cody grabbed Noah and Gwen's legs to avoid crashing into anyone. Noah tensed up and his heart skipped a beat.

“Sorry again,” Cody repeated.

“Not a problem,” Noah articulated.

It was about this time Noah realized.

With all this extra speed, Noah was now pressed flush against Cody. Cody was holding onto him for dear life.

Noah began to feel hot.

Noah already knew. He knew he liked Cody for a little while now. He knew both Gwen and Owen, who were both in the car, knew he knew. He knew Izzy knew before he did. He knew Gwen was looking at him.

Noah looked at her.

She smirked at him, glancing between him and a blissfully unaware Cody with a clenched jaw.

Noah turned back to facing forward, and just wondered when Izzy and Owen would take a peek in the backseat.

And at this point he noticed everyone was shouting.

“So, are we going to just be okay with the fact that Duncan just came in and decided we were all going to die?” Gwen asked.

“I mean, what choice do we have?” Trent asked. “The deal's been done.”

“Unless you have anything to say about it. I'm talking to both of you nerds in the backseat.”

Owen turned around.

Cody was currently wincing at the latest turn, which shoved him harshly onto Noah's side.

Noah didn't know if this was the correct moment to get butterflies in his stomach, but the universe decided it was.

Owen wiggled his eyebrows, and Noah cringed. All he could do was hope Cody didn't see.

“This is bullshit,” Eva stated, picking up her phone. “I’m calling my sister.”

Duncan started shouting about something, but Noah tuned it out. He looked over to Cody, who had moved his hand from Noah’s leg to clench his sleeve, and pulled on it as they took a right turn, falling onto Gwen’s side of the car.

At this point, Cody was clutching Noah’s wrist. Noah couldn’t focus. His head was pounding not only from Cody but also from the driving. His heart was beating quickly not only from the driving but from Cody.

Noah thought he was bold in his head.

He grabbed Cody’s hand.

A thousand sparks rushed through his body.

God, I’m pathetic, he thought to himself.

Noah was never fond of romance as a child. He thought everyone involved was weak. Or stupid. In most cases, both. He was pretty embarrassed that he ended up having a crush. His younger self would probably taunt him.

Maybe he was weak. Well, not maybe, he knew he was weak. He couldn’t run, never mind a ten-minute mile. Back to the topic- maybe he was stupid. This was most definitely pathetic. But he didn’t hate it.

Cody’s eyes were squeezed shut as they took a turn onto a dirt path. Noah heard screams of “JESUS CHRIST” and “DUNCAN WHAT THE FUCK” but he was preoccupied.

He was holding Cody’s hand.

While crashing through the woods being chased by police.

But a win’s a win.

“Did we lose them?” Noah heard Duncan ask.

Noah turned behind them as they began to drive a little less violently.

“I think so?” Noah replied.

“Did they get the plate?” Trent asked. “Eva could be in big trouble.”

“It’s way too dark and we were way too far ahead for them to see anything,” Gwen responded.

Duncan sighed, parking the car at the end of the dirt road.

Eva actually put the setting in park.

The car unloaded, Owen threw up somewhere, and Noah leaned against a tree with Eva and Izzy.

“So, did you call your sister and tell her about the whole ordeal?” Noah asked.

“Yeah. We yelled about that for like, an entire minute. You really didn’t catch it?” Eva asked.

“No, he was too busy making googly-eyes at Cody,” Izzy smiled.

“No I wasn’t!”

“Yes you were.”

“Not.”

“Were.”

“Was not.”

“Were were were were were were were were were were were were were were were!”

“Uh, I can break this tie,” Trent began, leaning over to the group. “He totally did.”

Noah stopped as Trent walked back away. “I have no comment.”

Eva snickered. “Pathetic.”

Noah facepalmed. “I know.”

“Well hey,” Eva smiled, “I don’t know. Maybe you have a chance. When he isn’t all Gwen it seems like he’s pretty into you.”

“He’s into Gwen.”

“He could be into you too.” Eva shrugged. “Now I gotta tell my sister where we actually are so she can drive us home. I figure Duncan’s already gone before we can actually do anything about it. See you guys.”

She walked off a bit farther, and Noah looked around. She was right- Duncan was gone. But Noah wasn’t going to call the police. If Eva’s sister wanted to do that, she could. Noah didn’t care enough.

Izzy smirked. “So, gonna go talk to Cody?”

Noah glanced over his shoulder to see Cody talking with Gwen.

“Nah. Maybe later.”

“If you say so,” Izzy smiled, and skipped off to find Owen.

[mikatoonist]

total drama high school au but australian 🇦🇺🦘

ive always wanted to make a td high school au but im aussie and know nothing about canadian schools so i drew this for fun! imagine if they were australian…

[jaylaraye47]

GIVE ME GEN 1 TOTAL DRAMA CHARACTERS TO DRAW

NOW

THIS IS A THREAT