straight friend convos // nischa + chat fic //

i'm pretty sure you don't exist

"Noel."

"Noel?"

He was shaken strongly by Mischa and snapped up. "You were staring at the board. Are you okay? Class ended like, five minutes ago." Mischa asked and kneeled down. 

"Class?" Noel asked, looking around. "Oh! Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just daydreaming a little." 

"You barely moved after the bell rang." Mischa accused. 

"I just get really into it, I guess? Then I wake up or whatever and realize this world exists." Noel slouched in his seat.

Mischa smiled and laid his head on the desk. They sat like that for a while before some specific red head Capricorn ruined everything.

"I don't wanna ruin the moment, but we gotta get going." Ocean stood, hand on hip, other hand holding her phone that most definitely took a picture of the two. 

"Feels like a movie I've seen before." Noel murmured. 

"One of your trashy French romcoms?" Mischa turned his head and looked up, grinning toothily.

"One of my trashy French romcoms, exactly." Noel smiled.

"You know, Mischa, I don't think you exist. I'm pretty sure you don't exist." Noel said, organizing his scrapbooking papers and CDs, with Mischa sitting on the bed, counting the tiny dots that made up the bedsheet pattern.

"What?" Mischa looked up, slightly groggily.

"I'm pretty sure you don't exist." Noel repeated. 

"Why so?" Mischa walked over and sat himself down next to Noel, taking his hands and putting them around his shoulders. 

"In all my stupid daydreams, the ones I've never wanted to wake up from, it seems the man of my dreams is always in there. He suspiciously looked.. a little like you." Noel said. "You sure you're real?"

Mischa laughed. Loud. "Am I? How do I know you're real?"

"Well, I go through some pretty real problems. I think you know my lips feel pretty damn real." Noel stated back, slightly glancing at Mischa.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Mischa muttered into Noels neck. 

"You breathed. You didn't have to do much." Noel sighed and set down his scrapbooking supplies. "You're kinda cute, so that's a plus." He joked.

"Thanks." Mischa grinned. "I like being in your trashy French romcoms. I think I'll stay here forever. And do me a favor, please, poet." 

"Yes?" 

"Keep me in your dream things. I'll let you be late as long as I know I'm the one you are thinking about." 

"I was planning on it." Noel responded. Mischa softly kissed him.

"That felt very real like." Mischa confirmed. Noel laughed loudly and Mischa's face lit up.