xxx. disney disaster

                                    

                                          
BELLYACHE !
                          
CHAPTER THIRTY- DISNEY DISASTER !









                          
REAL LIFE !



















                          
FROM THE MOMENT they arrived on set, conan knew something was up. 
                          
maybe the first hint was actually last night, when noah had asked to sleepover. in itself it wasn't too weird, but their friendship usually didn't involve sleeping over at each other's houses. that was more of a millie and noah thing. 
                          
now, though, noah was acting weird, weirder than usual. plus, his dad had been constantly checking up on him today. the latter shouldn't have seemed so out of the ordinary, but he knew better. 
                          
his dad trusted him to make the right decisions, and besides, how much trouble could he get in in a closed set filled with the cast and crew?
                          
"alright, spill the beans. what's up?" conan finally asked noah as they were getting their hair done into their iconic bowl styles. he'd been shaking his leg up and down long enough for it to be annoying, and conan was curious as to what was going on. 
                          
"nothing!" noah shouted, confirming even further that there was in fact something going on. 
                          
"nothing." he said, trying again to keep conan unsuspectful, and obviously failing. "also, who even says "spill the beans" anymore?"
                          
"lots of people! but that's not the point. stop changing the subject."
                          
"translation: dylan probably said it once and it caught on."
                          
conan rolled his eyes at that, murmuring out a, "shut up," while both of their hairstylists chuckled. 
                          
"seriously though, nothing's going on right now. you know me, extra and," he paused, taking a deep breath in before continuing, "LOUD!"
                          
"god! my eardrums, noah!" conan exclaimed, leaning over to smack him while noah just laughed. sarah, the stylist currently straightening conan's hair, warned for them both to settle down, and after that, they did, and the questions about what was going on were dropped. 
                          
throughout the day, filming had gone smoothly. as smoothly as it could've gone, anyway. did they break character sometimes? sure. did caleb start laughing in the middle of a take? definitely. but nonetheless, it was a good day. 
                          
"conan!" noah shouted as if he were across the set and not just across the room, "stay after for a little bit until i'm done, will you?" 
                          
they were the last two teens left and were currently in the break room, but now conan was done for the day already, too. 
                          
"if i didn't know any better, i'd say you had a crush on me with how you've been acting." he joked. 
                          
"oh, please. like we both don't know who holds your heart." noah said, rolling his eyes. 
                          
"noah!" conan hissed. 
                          
"it's not like there's anybody in the room with us!" 
                          
just as conan was about to rant about how many rom coms are based on people overhearing things they weren't supposed to know, noah's called onto set.