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CHAPTER 2. Is this what friends do?
Noel stuck his two fingers in his throat, pointer and his middle. He gagged, but pushed through it. Eventually finding himself over his toilet, throwing up. He was so angry at himself for eating.
“Noel..?” Noel’s body tensed completely, he knew that voice. Mischa.
Mischa stared at him, with heavy eyes. Too drunk to even speak. Just kinda leaned on his shoulder, Noel was conflicted, had he done something wrong? Was telling him a mistake? He sighed and leaned onto Mischa. Their heads on one another’s.
The next day sucked. Noel woke up with a throbbing headache. Waking up in an abandoned shed with.. Mischa.. where’s Mischa? He stammered for a moment, drooling a little. He glared at the spot he swore Mischa fell asleep in.. BANG!! The FUCK WAS THAT? He ran outside. Mischa was shooting trees, waiting for Noel.
“Mischa??” Noel said, wiping his lazy eyes. Smiling, at Mischa. What an odd way to wake Noel up, cute.
“Mm? Whats up, poet. We’re late.” Noel’s lazy eyes widened, shoot. He was too dirty to go to.. fuck. Whatever. He wiped his sweater and grunted in disgust at whatever was on his sweater.
Noel groaned and grabbed Mischa’s wrist, tugging him. “Lets go then, now. Im not risking my attendance!” Mischa laughed softly as Noel ran, not even giving him a chance to disagree. He ran all the way to school, holding Mischa’s arm. He let go when they arrived at the gates.
“..you dont remember last night right?” Noel asked, waiting for a sincere response.. anything.
“..nope?” Mischa did remember, he remembered vividly. He just needed time, just a simple week, to process this. The fact his best friend is gay, and… what doesnt make it better.. is that they’re both dudes.
Noel walked inside. Still wiping himself in disgust, Mischa shook his head with a chuckle. He walked beside Noel, yapping away. “Yeah so, like, basically!! Yap yap yap yap yap yap YAP.” Noel wasnt feeling good, not at all.
The headache got worse. Way worse, he stared at Mischa, stammering and stumbling a little, he grunted every step. Mischa raised an eyebrow, his face dropping to a concerned look. “Poet?”
“Poet, look at me po—..” mischa’s words slowly trailed off.
It all happened so fast. Everything was fast, no, the room was spinning fast. Noel gripped onto Mischa without even hesitating.
“Mischa… Mischa hurry… i — i cant…”
“Noel, noel… noel?!”
“Mischa, i cant like..” Noel was about to pass out, he wasnt even sure why. He was upset though, and he hadnt been eating recently… nor sleeping. “Fuck..” Everything was ringing, everything was spinning.
Alas, Noel passed out, collapsing ontop of Mischa. Shit, the whole hallway started going quiet, staring at them. The display infront of them, some taking pictures, some whispering with a hand infront of their face, some laughing. But the majority was concerned.
“Перестаньте дивитися, виродки!! (Fuck off you bastards!!)” Mischa always yelled in ukrainian whenever he was angry, it always managed to intimidate people, what he wanted.
In the infirmary, Noel was lying down, the nurse staring at him… pure confusion was in the room. “So..? What's with him?” Mischa asked softly, but he was angry. Angry at the nurse, for not putting much effort into this.
The nurse stared at him before giving him a half-assed, “Well, it's clear he hasn't been eating or sleeping. Just get him to sleep and eat. I don't know?” Unbelievable. He was pissed. How couldn't she care?! This stupid rural high school was so annoying!!
At the end of the day, they skipped choir. Noel left a message so that ocean wouldn't chew off their ears. "Too much passion, not enough rage," Mischa muttered to himself, walking down the hallway. Hand in hand with Noel - who was now staring at him in confusion. " ..??" Noel stared at him.
Mischa stared back, before gasping audibly, realizing he hadn't even given context. Slapping a hand to his temple, rubbing it for a moment. "Ukrainians have two emotions: RAGE and passion."
"Right, okay." Noel couldn't even speak, so tired. They eventually arrived at Noel’s home. He let out a long sigh in relief, noticing his mom’s car wasn't there. Probably out partying, oh how Noel wished he could spend his 'youth' like that. " ..Mischa?" Noel whispered softly.
"Yes, мій коханий хлопчик?" (my beloved boy) Now, Noel didn't know Ukrainian, but the way Mischa said that sent shivers down his spine. Mischa’s face was red, realizing what he had just said. "Can you stay, please?" Noel muttered softly, he was still tired.
"Okay, I don't want to go home anyways." They stopped speaking as Noel and Mischa walked inside, their arms tied together. Their hands intertwined. "Why are we like this?" Noel asked, breaking the peace and quiet.
"…I-.. don't know, poet," Mischa muttered quietly, sighing softly. But, he stopped walking, making Noel turn in a flash. Mischa was still partly drunk from last night. So with his slight alcoholic breath, he leaned in and kissed Noel.
Noel’s breath hitched momentarily before he gripped onto Mischa. "You’re an asshole," he muttered between the kisses.
"Is this what friends do?.." Mischa asked, abruptly stopping the kiss, staring at him with wild eyes, frantically looking around. Being gay as a gangsta? Liking Talia but being gay? "I like girls but I like boys. Noel, I don't know what I am."
"Mischa.." Noel tried to make sense of this, but he couldn't, so he trailed off after saying Mischa’s name.
Before Mischa knew it, he had left Noel’s house, his legs going in front of each other, faster than his mind. He didn't know what he was. He didn't want to know. He was just scared.