Izzycam ch.1

Ch. 1: So the Madness Begins
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It started as a pretty normal day. But as long as Izzy was around nothing was normal and today was no exception. Noah was in the communal bathroom. He had just gotten out of the shower and was putting silk infusion that he “borrowed” from Lindsey in his hair.

“I kissed a boy, and I liked it. The taste of his cherry chap stick. I kissed a boy just to try it. I hope Cody didn't mind it. It felt so wrong, it felt so right. Don't mean I'm in love toni-” He would've continued if a certain 300/296 pound tub of fun he noticed standing beside him.

“Can I help you?” Owen stood there twirling his thumbs.

“Hey Noah, you're smart. The guys and I were wondering...how much chuck could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?” Noah gave him a You're not serious, are you? look but decided to make up an answer so the lug would leave him alone.

“7.”

“You sure?” Owen asked a bit unsure.

“Pretty much.” Noah responded.

Owen let out his trademark “Whoo!” along with a booming “Yes!” followed by “In your face Trent!” then runs out.

Noah, finally relieved, reaches for his clothes but feels nothing. He looks to see a long orange strand of hair in their place.

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Back at the Screaming Gopher cabin, Owen was holding Cody's laser pointer, Jack's nunchuks and $20 from Trent.

“This looks like a time to do the 'Owen was right' dance.” says Owen as he starts dancing. This dance was just like his naked dance, but luckily with his clothes on.

Suddenly, Izzy burst through the door.

“You'll never get me alive!” In her hand were two shirts, one white and one blue, a red sweater vest, khaki pants and dark red silk boxers. She dashes past the boys and hides under sheets on a bottom bunk. “If he ask, I'm not here.”

“Okaaaaaaaay.” Trent was the only one to respond.

After that moment, Noah kicks open the door, wearing only a white towel.

“I know you're in here, Isabelle.”

Izzy sticks her head out from the sheets after she hears her full first name being used. “Ugh, I hate it when you call me that!”

Noah turns his head.

“Eep!” She quickly hides back under covers.

Noah stomps toward Izzy but stops when he notices Cody has been watching him since he entered the cabin. The 90-percent naked teen puts a hand on his hip and leans over the smaller boy.

“Is that a loaf of bread in your pants or are you just happy to see me?”

Taking advantage of the distraction, Izzy runs toward the door.

“Run away!”

Noah goes after her but as soon as Izzy rushes through the door, it slams closed. This forces Noah to run straight into the screen and fall on his back. Owen and the other boys went to his side.

“You okay dude?” he asked.

“Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine.” replied Noah in his usual sarcastic tone. Owen helps him up.

“In fact I like to start my morning chasing a wing-nut around this poor excuse of a summer camp nude because she stoled my clothes in order to make the perfect flag for 'Izzy-polis'.”

“Oh good. For a second there I thought there was something wrong.” Owen said totally oblivious to the sarcasm.

“Jack,” his voice motioned toward an emo-dressed Gopher.

“On it,” he says as he whacks Owen with his bō staff.

“Ow!” Owen falls over.

“Trent I need to borrow some pants,” Noah asked the musician.

“Sure.” Trent goes through his drawer, pulls out black jeans and gives them to Noah. “Here ya go, man.”

Sees Noah motioning to pull off towel and quickly turns away. “You, uh...want us to leave while you change?”

“Are you crazy!?” Owen regained consciousness and gets up. “What if a cameraman comes here and he's naked?”

“I'm pretty sure they'll just pixel it out,” says Trent.

“I don't think they have enough pixels to cover 'it' up.” Owen responds.

Trent looks wide-eyed. Cody nearly spits out his soda. Jack raised an eyebrow with interest. Noah blushed, wondering how Owen knew that.

“Jack!” said Noah in a ticked-off tone.

Jack walks behind Owen and pokes him in the back, activating a pressure point causing the wide teen to fall over unable to move. Noah leads over Owen.

“I don't see why you stick up for me all the time.”

“It's because you're the David Spade to my Chris Farley” Owen answered, still paralyzed on the floor.

“Chris Farley's dead dude” says Cody.

“Thank you for volunteering to stay.” said Jack.

“Wait, what?!” said Cody confused.

“Good luck with that bra.” Trent says as he walks toward the door. Jack follows dragging Owen behind him then locks the door shut.

Cody just stands there, looks at Noah who's hair was still wet, towel hanging dangerously low on his hips in a small knot looking as if it's about to fall off. Noah was probably the only guy in the world who had the same tongue-tied-weak-kneed-sweaty-palm affect on him as Gwen did.

“I'm just gonna...yeah.” Cody faints.