Snow Day 1 (Generator Rex, Noex)Snow Day 1More Like This
Noah inhaled the strong scent of evergreen and snow as he walked through the woods. He stopped and pulled out the map that had mysteriously made its way into his locker after classes and tried to figure out how close he was to the X when a snowball hit him in the chest.
"Oi!" Noah shouted in surprised.
"You're late." Rex roared appearing out of nowhere.
"You're lucky I showed up at all." Noah retorted, brushing off snow.
"You know you couldn't resist coming. You never have."
Noah turned ready to retort when he saw behind Rex. "Oh my god."
Maybe You Have (Gen Rex. Implied pre-Noex)Maybe You HaveMore Like This
"I think I'm done with girls," Rex declared as he flopped onto Noah's bed.
"Oh, really?" he asked, not looking up from his homework. "Why's that?"
"They're all crazy, especially the blondes." Rex said goading his friend.
"Don't you act all offended I wasn't talking about you, stupid. I was talking about Annie."
"Oh yeah," Rex repeated.
"You still haven't answered the question," Noah said.
Rex hesitated. "I don't know, maybe I've found something better." He said cryptically and looked at Noah.
He saw Noah turned in his swivel chair. He smiled at him. "Maybe you have.
PushPushMore Like This
"Rex, stop it."
"Oh, come on Noah, what's a little pain if it makes me feel good?"
"I said no! Why can't you understand that?"
"Because I know that you don't mean it."
"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound?"
"Of course I'm crazy. Crazy in love with you!"
"Whatever. It's all about you, isn't it? You just have to accept that my body doesn't bend that way."
"You mean your body doesn't bend that way, yet."
"No, I don't. Ow! Rex. That hurts!"
"Sorry. Hmm, maybe if I moved this way "
"I hate taking pictures with you."
Nearly ImpossibleRex couldn't believe his ears. "I'm sorry, Noe. What do you just ask me?" he asked, expecting Noah to laugh and pronounce the whole thing a joke.More Like This
"I asked if I could kiss you," Noah restated with a lazy hand gesture.
He said it again! How can he say it again and look so damn confident? Rex thought startled. He was slightly annoyed that instead of the shy, slightly fearful blush he normally saw on the blond's face, Noah grinned at him with calm poise. How could I possibly say no that face?
It was nearly impossible.
So he didn't.
Creating TraditionsThis is one of my GR headcanons that I really want to catch on. I think it's a really nice and sweet idea. Contains pre-Noex friendship feels!More Like This
It was tradition for Noah to leave a can of grape soda on Rex's coffee table on April 23rd, the anniversary of the day they met.
The first time Noah did it, Rex didn't realized what the can meant and assumed Noah left it behind from the night before. He left it unopened and when Noah stopped by later on that day Rex tried to give it back.
Noah laughed and shook his head. "That's for you, moron. Don't you know what today is?"
"No. Well, yes, but that's not all. It's been one year." Noah sighed when Rex looked at him blankly. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Rex, we've been friends for one year. It's our friendship anniversary!"
"Do people normally celebrate that?" Rex asked, looking confused.
Noah blushed. "Well, no, but you're not normal are you? So it works!"
"So, today's our anniversary and you've given m
ReminiscingIt'd pestering Rex for as long as he could remember. The same question always found it's way into his mind: morning, noon, and night. No matter what he did, it returned.More Like This
"Where did I leave my jacket now?" Rex questioned out loud. He always left it somewhere. And it was always in the last place he looked.
"I NEEEED to find it! It's freaking freezing there!" Rex mumbled as he looked under the bed for the third time. With a sigh, he stood up again. He threw his head back and uttered a hefty groan.
"I can't find it! It's nowhere! Not there! Or there! Or-" Rex stopped as he looked around his room, if it could be called that. It was a bleach-white box with a shelf, or "bed" as it was supposed to be, apparently. The random posters were the only things that made it remotely homey. What made him stop was Bobo. He was at his usual spot, in his hammock. He had to know where the jacket was. He only left that hammock to get something to eat, use the bathroom, or play poker. It was worth a shot.