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The Drama Brothers were officially wrapping up their recording session, after just barely managing to record a song they didn’t mind listening back to. It was far more difficult than they thought it’d be, no thanks to the clashing personalities of some of the members of the group. Cody fought the urge to roll his eyes after watching Justin and Harold argue about stupid bullshit that they’d already been arguing about for the past 3 hours. Thankfully, this was the last of this nonsense that he’d have to deal with for the next week.
After gathering his things, Cody decided to let his bandmates know he was leaving.
Before he could say goodbye, however, Trent spoke. “Uh, hey, did anyone else just get a text from Owen? About a Halloween party?”
Cody perked up at this, suddenly feeling less dreary. He pulled his phone from his pocket just as the others did, satisfied when he saw an unread text from Geoff, an invite meant just for him.
“I didn’t get a text from Owen.” Justin scoffed. There was the beginnings of what could’ve been a frown, but it disappeared after re-checking his phone. He smirked, holding his phone up to show Trent. “Your text was from Owen, but mine was from Bridgette. I still got it, huh? Girls with boyfriends want me!”
Trent seemed to mostly ignore this, making a point not to look at the phone being shoved in his face. He looked at the two other men in the room. “What about you guys? Any texts about the party?”
Harold had a tight lipped frown as he stared down at his screen, the text notification reflecting in his glasses. “You guys, Bridgette invited me. I can’t be having girls up in my phone like this. What would my queen think? How’d she even get my number?”
Cody slapped Harold on the shoulder in what was meant to be a friendly gesture, but was done too harshly. Harold aimed his frown at Cody, but Cody ignored him. “She probably got your number from Owen. No need to worry, bro!”
“I’m assuming you got invited too?”
“You’d be assuming correctly, my man.” Cody proudly showed the text to his bandmates. “But mine was from Geoff. Guess they’re co-hosting? Or would it be tri-hosting…” That last part was really just him thinking out loud, but Justin had apparently decided to answer anyway.
“Does it matter? Anyway, it says it’s a costume party. I already have an idea of what I’ll do for mine.”
Cody frowned at that. No ideas came to mind. The idea of a costume party was really fun, but there was a big issue when it came to Cody and that sort of stuff, that being he couldn’t choose a costume that both he and his friends would think was cool. He considered googling for ideas at that point.
Later that day, after an embarrassing amount of research into different types of costumes, he’d settled on dressing up as Raggedy Andy. He had clothes already that would work for it, along with a red wig he’d borrowed from Harold. He figured it would be good enough. He set his costume out on the floor of his bedroom so he’d be prepared for the next day. The party was set to start at around 7:30pm, so he planned that he’d start getting ready at 6 or so. Looking over the costume, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He assumed it was probably Gwen or Sierra responding to him, since he’d asked them both to match with him, thinking one—if not both—would say no. He pulled his phone out, surprised to see not only had neither responded, but that it was Noah who texted him.
Noah: Hey, Cody. Did you get a text invite for a Halloween party earlier?
Cody: yeah i did
Cody: why?
Noah: Are you going?
Cody: yeah pretty sure
Noah: Okay. I wanted to ask because I wasn’t sure if I was going or not. I’m sure it wouldn’t be as insufferable with a friend.
Cody: i get it lol
Cody: ok see u tomorrow then
Cody smiled at his phone. He’d been worried earlier that Noah might not attend, it didn’t really seem like something he’d typically enjoy, but now he was excited for the party. In the years they’d known each other, he’d never seen Noah really dress up for anything, so he was curious what costume Noah would wear. Maybe a character from a book?
“Who’s that?” A voice said out of nowhere.
Cody screamed, dropping his phone. It fell to the carpet with a thud. He got up from the couch and whipped his head around, seeing Harold standing behind where Cody’d been. “Harold! What the hell, dude? You snuck up on me!”
“Jumpy much? GOSH. I can’t help it, man, I have ninja training,” Harold picked up Cody’s phone from where it lay on the ground. “Oh, cool. Didn’t think he’d come. I haven’t heard from him in a while,” Harold continued rambling about Noah and the party, half to Cody, half to himself, while Cody snatched his phone back. “Did you see him on Jersey Shore? It was so hilarious. Never laughed harder. Except for maybe that one time when Justin hit hi-”
“Noah was on Jersey Shore?!” Cody butted in, this being the only part of Harold’s ramblings to catch his interest.
“Yeah, man. Ask him about it tomorrow!” Harold began making his way to the other side of the house. “It’s time I call it a night. You should too. Busy day tomorrow. Oyasumi, from both me and Leshawna.”
“Night.” With that, Cody headed to bed.
Or he tried, at least. It took three and a half hours for him to fall asleep. Maybe he should invest in melatonin.