straight friend convos // nischa + chat fic //

u r a n i u m

"It's 1:11! Make a wish!" Noel enthusiastically said as they sat down and he checked his phone to see if there were any texts from Ocean. 

"I wish Noel a happy eating." Mischa said out loud.

Noel playfully slapped his hand. "It doesn't work like that! You can't tell me!" He grinned and Mischa giggled. 

"Your food." The waitress came over and eyed Mischa. 

"Siblings? Or cousins?" She asked hopefully. Noel looked at Mischa and he shrugged.

"Just hanging out." Noel slowly said. Mischa nodded his head enthusiastically, trying to sell the act. "Oh, alright! In that case.." She set the food down, took out her notepad and pen, and wrote her number down to give to Mischa. As she walked away, she mimicked "call me".

Making sure she was out of earshot, Noel burst into laughter. "Oh my god.. sorry.. Oh my god.." Mischa looked like he was about to burst into laughter any moment as well, but tried to compose himself as he got up and threw the piece of paper away.

"I feel bad." He simply stated. Noel stared and tilted his head slightly. "You shouldn't have to. Better she just doesn't know, because it could lead to bad things happening." 

Mischa sighed and slumped down into his chair like a tired kid. "I guess you're right."

Noel softly smiled and passed Mischa his sandwich. "Enjoy."

They chatted and enjoyed their food for around an hour. No texts from Ocean, Noel assumed, as his phone didn't go off. As they were getting ready to get up and leave, Noel glanced at familiar face.

Jackson and his friends. 

"We need to go." Noel hurriedly hid his body slightly behind Mischa.

"What? Why?" Mischa reluctantly grabbed his stuff and started walking to the door with a confused expression.

"We just do. Go." Noel snapped. Mischa looked at him with a now hurt expression replacing the confused one. 

"I'm sorry, please can we go?" Noel pleaded. He wanted to get out of there before Jackson and his stupid gang saw them.

"What was that all about?" Mischa asked, slightly angry.

"Um, just a sort of bad feeling. I didn't like the vibes in there." Noel lied through his teeth. 

"You're lying. You always fidget around when you lie. Your shoes are knocking together." Mischa stated firmly.

He was, indeed, knocking his feet together. He immediately stopped.

"Who did you see? Or what did you see?" Mischa asked.

Noel checked his phone, hands shaking. He didn't like being confronted. Most often times, he would start crying at the idea of being firmly talked to. Well, he would start crying AT being firmly talked to. 

Ocean had not texted him.