I got bored so I decided to make this. And good beef in gravy, I haven't made a NoDy story in ages. I already warned you that I find it uneasy writing slash… And everyone who does writes it so much better than I do. I'll make this short, and I'll also make it quick. That one popular song, Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift, inspired me to make this. And I did mention once that I'll be writing this oneshot.

Don't hate. This story's not made for haters. It's made for the few existing NoDy/NoCo fans out there.

Books Fly

I immediately rushed to the library to do my homework. I had one for every subject, so procrastination was not my obligation.

And why the library you ask?

I went there to study. Yeah, that's it. It's peaceful, spacious, and not many people pick a fight with you until you pump up the volume in your vocal chords. Other than that, there isn't any other reason why I chose to spend the day there. I mean, I could have just gone home since classes were over. It was quiet in my abode, too. But I chose to stay here.

Almost everyone left the school. Some went straight home, while others went to a night out in the city doing who-knows-what. A few stayed in because they had after school classes… or detention. Meanwhile, I stayed out of trouble in this eerily quiet room. Luckily, I wasn't alone. Last time I checked, I saw the librarian, and one of the smartest (or possibly the smartest) and the laziest student of the school: Noah

The dude was too cool to own a surname. Oftentimes, people like Izzy would ask me: "Hey, Cody, do you happen to like-like Noah? I just want to make sure." I was disturbed by questions like that. The fact is I'm heterosexual. But when it comes to the bookworm, it feels like a whole new different page of a different book. Okay, so maybe I do look away when he gives me a cold stare. Or maybe I do turn ten to twenty shades of pink whenever he's near me. And maybe he was the reason why I chose to stay in the library after classes until it closes-

Did I say too much?

It wasn't my fault! I mean, it's not my fault I grew into him. I mean, why should I even like the guy? I had so many reasons not to. The first reason is he's a guy, and that's way too obvious to observe. Secondly, he's a jerk to everyone! He insults everyone with his pride and patronizes everyone for even the littlest faults. To him, he's just being candid, but to everyone, they all think he's a stuck-up wise guy.

Has he ever insulted me? He has. I was never offended. He did tell the truth after all. I don't know how but he just did. Speaking of which, here's how it started:

I was in the library, one afternoon, searching for a book about calculus. Not that we weren't learning it yet, I just wanted to study in advance. After a long, careful search, I finally found one. It was on the top shelf, approximately two feet taller than my height. Geez, if Chris could afford shelves like these, then he should afford to buy edible food for the whole cafeteria. There was no ladder near me, and I was desperate to grab it. I stood to the tip of my toes and struggled to reach the book, unaware of the footsteps slowly pacing towards me. I grunted, hoping to reach the top part of the book and pull it away from the shelf. Unfortunately, I lost my balance. I gasped in horror as I thought I was about to fall.

Before I could completely lose my balance, something, or someone, kept me from falling. I knew it was someone. Embarrassed, I looked behind to apologize to the person I stumbled back against.

"I'm sorry-" Completely turning myself around, I noticed that Noah just stood there. His face was expressionless, just as it always was. His eyes were half closed and his hands were in his pockets.

"Need some help?" he asked blankly. My eyes widened slightly. Heat rushed up my body and towards my cheeks. I was embarrassed. "N-no, it's okay."

"Last time I checked, failing to grab a book and nearly falling on your butt doesn't mean it's okay," he replied. He walked in front of me and grabbed the book I was going to get. He gave it to me.

"T-thank you," I stuttered shyly. My hands slightly shuddered after taking the book from Noah. The areas where he held it felt warm. For some reason, he didn't comment why I wanted to study more about calculus. He didn't respond to my thanks. He just walked past me. I could have sworn I saw a faint smile that day. It was not a smirk. And then it faded when I no longer took a glimpse of his face. I don't think I'll ever see him smile like that again.

Ever since that day began, I thought of nothing but books. Just books. I didn't know exactly why. A part of me also couldn't stop thinking of that smile. In my mind, all I saw were a pile of books lying on the table. They were closed and nobody touched them. And all of a sudden, a gust of wind gently moved past them. With enough energy and force, the covers opened, with empty pages turning fast until there was no page left to turn. I never understood why those pages were empty. The wind grew stronger when I saw his smile. Because of its intensity, the books flew from the table and all around my head. A huge whirlwind kept them revolving in sync. It was an awfully strange feeling that I couldn't let go of.

It's been a week since I borrowed the calculus book. I returned it to the shelf, expecting Noah to be in that section. He wasn't. I sighed in frustration. I was done with all my homework, and I was surprised by the amount of time I spared, but I didn't feel like going home. I didn't pay attention to the weather either. I randomly checked other sections and categories in the library. For some reason, I was drawn to a particular novel.

The Maze Runner

"Huh," I sighed. I recall watching the movie once. It was good, and the ending kind of saddened me. It left me in suspense too. I never read the novel before. Slowly I opened it, and I couldn't believe what I saw: On the borrower's card, I saw Noah's name written on it. I closed my eyes and brought the book closer. I wasn't dreaming. I was just drawn to a novel that he previously read! It was borrowed recently too – probably three weeks ago. And he returned it the next day. He must have been interested! I became interested, so I placed my library card in the book so I wouldn't forget to borrow it.

My heart pounded as I clutched it onto my chest. Realizing what I was doing, I hastily brought it away from my chest. "What am I doing?!" I hissed to myself. I took a peek from the shelf and saw Noah sitting alone on a table next to where my stuff was. Blood rushed to my heart within seconds, making it beat faster. It was a rare sight.

He was reading another novel, much thicker than the one I held. There was no hint of coldness in his eyes. After every half minute blink, he turned each page. His elbow calmly rested on the table, while his hand palmed the side of his face. I wanted to go to him, but my body wouldn't let me. How does that even work? I immediately took cover once he lazily lifted his pupils.

I felt like I was going to die. My heart was palpitating too fast. I held the book tightly against my chest and took deep breaths. Finally calm, I looked to the ceiling. What should I do? I don't like him that way. And I certainly know that he doesn't like me. He's probably straight too! And furthermore, how can I get my stuff back while he's still there?

I heard a chair dragging on the ground. I saw Noah leave his spot, returning the book he borrowed. Now was my chance. I raced to my desk and hurriedly grabbed my stuff, ready to rush out of the building and away from Noah's sight. Unknowingly, a couple of things escaped my grasp, and my mind. I wanted to go back and get them but there was no turning back.

Once I was out of the building, I felt a drop of rain splash on my hair. More and more of it came. I put down my bag and searched for my umbrella before the rain grew stronger. I started panicking. "Come on, come on. Where is it?" I asked myself desperately. It wasn't there. "Dang it!" I swore to myself. It was still in the library! I didn't want to go back… not while Noah's still in there.

The drizzle finally became a storm – close to it anyway. I placed my bag on and hugged myself. It felt cold. Thankfully, my house is just a few blocks away. Everyone around me had umbrellas to hold on to. They didn't need to cross the road that night. I was exposed. Soon, I was soaked in the rain, while waiting for the stoplight to turn green so I could cross. Why do I even like Noah anyway? I thought to myself randomly. Night fell and I was alone, waiting for a green light.

And then it stopped raining. Wait, no, it didn't. I still saw rain, but I didn't feel it. I soon realized that I was being protected by an umbrella. It was my umbrella! And the worst (or best) part of it was: Noah was holding it. He gave me a cold, disappointed stare. "W-what are you-? Why do you have my-?" I shuddered. I was cold, but the blush that crept up my face kept me warm. He didn't answer. He just glared. He had his bag with him so I assumed he was leaving as well. Could it be that he actually cares?

He walked closer to me and waited with me. Our forearms slightly brushed against each other. My heart pounded harder. I felt like panting inside. Finally, the light turned green and we both crossed the street together.

It was dark, and the lamp posts lit the way. The headlights only helped for a couple of seconds. It was quiet and only the two of us walked on the same sidewalk underneath a wet, large towel wringing droplets of precipitation after being soaked in a pool of water. I wanted to break the silence. It wasn't my forte to listen to it.

"So… thanks for finding my umbrella. Hehe," I said softly. He still said nothing. All he did was breathe into the cold, thin air. "Did you have a good day?" I asked. He sighed in response and still said nothing.

"N-Never mind," I stuttered hopelessly, looking to the wet concrete beneath me.

"I did until you left." I felt my eyes widen. Did Noah just say that?

"S-sorry, i-t's just th-tha-that I-? W-wait, how did you know I was with you?" I asked curiously.

"Your stuff was still there," he answered, keeping his gaze on the sidewalk. Oh, right, he sat on a table near mine. Hold up, did that mean he saw me stalking him?

"O-oh… yeah," I said shyly, blushing embarrassedly. Man, I feel like a girl. I have to keep in mind that the two of us walking home together means nothing. I lightly sneezed, but made sure Noah didn't hear it.

He did.

"Cold?" he asked.

"After being drenched in rain… you could say that," I answered sheepishly.

Noah smirked, but it wasn't the same smile I saw that day. "I think I can fix that." I blushed harder. I expected him to do something intimate, but he just ruffled my hair. It was soaked, and cold. But when Noah's hand went through my strands and touched my scalp, I felt warmth. I know, it's weird. He just kept playing with it. And finally, he stopped. I was beet red and my heart pumped faster. Did I feel warmer? Heck yeah I freaking did!

"See? Works like a charm," Noah chuckled. I looked at him and turned away once I realized he was looking at me. I still had that blush on my face. "Yeah… thanks," I muttered. And then I sneezed. I feel like I'll be absent on the next day.

We reached Noah's house. I didn't even know he lived in my neighborhood! Then again, we don't see eye to eye too often in school. This was the closest I've ever been with Noah. He acted differently towards me as well.

"Here." He gave back my umbrella. He held it for me on the way here. I smiled and took it. Our fingers slightly touched and my heart beat quickened again. I gulped. I'm just wondering why I'm not dead yet. That imagery in my mind started appearing again: Books, and a whirlwind blowing them away as they flew lightly into the air that was my spinning head. I felt enchanted just by having him here with me. He searched his bag and gave me a familiar book with my library card in it. "H-how?!" I gasped.

"You left them with your umbrella. I borrowed it for you using your card," he explained. It was a little soaked, but it was still in one piece. Majority of the pages were still dry.

The moment he stepped out of the umbrella's protection, he calmly headed to the door. Like me, he was soaked in a matter of minutes. "Y-you know I could w-walk you to your doorway! You look a little wet…" I called out. He froze in place and it finally stopped raining. Dropping his bag, he slowly walked back to me. Then his pace quickened. His bangs partially covered his eyes, so it was hard to tell the expression he made. His lips made no form.

"N-never mind… It stopped raining s-so you can-" All was silent. The rain stopped, the neighborhood was in a peaceful bliss. All they could hear was the wind that followed the rain. My body was stiff and I dropped my umbrella. Without a word, and at the blink of an eye, I felt Noah kiss me softly. His hand cupped my burning cheeks. The kiss was rough at first, since he almost ran to me, but then it got calmer. His eyes were closed, and soon were mine. I returned it, moaning softly from his touch. I felt the pulse within his hands, on my cheeks, beat faster. In my mind, I thought that gust of wind would become a hurricane. It didn't. Instead, gravity lessened, and books flew lightly everywhere, gently falling endlessly within my thoughts.

After what felt like eternity, he slowly pulled himself away from me. Just inches away, I saw that very same smile of his. It was the exact same smile I saw in the library on that very day. My eyes were as huge as saucers when I realized it. It may have lasted a few seconds, but it's a memory I'll hold forever. Turning his back on me, he rushed to grab his bag and headed for the door, shutting it before me as I stood meters away from it.

I was still frozen in place. I slowly reached for my lips from which he touched with his own. I covered the grin I couldn't resist to make. I took my dropped umbrella and closed it. And then I walked myself home, not wanting to forget this moment. I mean, sure it wasn't my first kiss, but it was a first given to me by someone I never thought I would like.

Ever since that particular moment occurred, I couldn't help but feel that kiss brought us closer. We're not like those lovey dovey couples who make out through the whole day. We act like friends in front of everyone, but as ourselves to each other. I read The Maze Runner, while Noah watched the movie. I would walk home with him, while he can help me with my work. It was a mutual win for both of us. And there were those times where we would just share a moment together.

The wind in my head blew at a steady pace, just as it did in the beginning. Those empty pages started forming words – words I couldn't comprehend. They're in my head and I don't know what they mean. How ironic. It could be one of the books was writing a story for me.

It could be the start of our relationship. Of course every story has an ending. And to me, it's an unsettling feeling. But as long as we can make it last, I can add as many pages as I want.

All done! So what did you think of that?

*crickets chirping*

See, this is why I don't write slash anymore. Nah, I'm kidding. It's just not my cup of tea. I sincerely hope it's not too cliché. If it is, then down the bin it goes!

This inspired me to continue on with my collaborated story with Applauze! I'm halfway done with it and delays are still getting in the way. Dork Squad and New Dork City are still in progress, and so is Love is Insane. I have a couple of stories that need updating as well so don't expect another oneshot too soon.

You have every right to do anything but flame.