TW: abuse, self harm
A few hours after noels gay crisis, he was sitting alone in his room, quietly laughing to himself. ricky and penny were discussing ricky's new cat, and mischa and ocean were arguing over something, as per usual.
noel liked watching the argument. maybe it was funny watching mischa gang up on ocean, or maybe it was because noel had grown particularly fond of the ukranian boy.
he opened their chat. they spoke a lot more, pretty much daily. Mainly, noel was swooning over this guy in his math class, who happened to be the same guy who walked into tacobell that night.
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Misch<3
поет🥀: mischaaaaa
поет🥀: misch
поет🥀: missssccchhhhaaaa
поет🥀: COME ONLINE THERES AN EMERGENCY
Misch<3: yo
поет🥀: im dying
Misch<3: what?
поет🥀: im dying of boredom
Misch<3: i dont tgink thats a real thing you can die from, noel
поет🥀: well it must be because im dying from it
Misch<3: ok
поет🥀: I TELL YOU IM DYING AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS "ok"!?!??!
Misch<3: but u are not actually dying
Misch<3: so all is good
Misch<3: 😎
поет🥀: youre insane
Misch<3: thank you💥
поет🥀: guess what
Misch<3: what
поет🥀: that cute guy from my school looked at me today
поет🥀: i mean i know he was just looking but stiiiiill
поет🥀: im gonna marry him one day
поет🥀: i know it
Misch<3: sure you are
Misch<3: i will dj your weding 😎😎😎🔥🔥🔥🔥
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Noel laughed, turning his screen off. okay, he may be head over heels for this guy in his class but like..
mischa.
I mean the two were best friends and they hadn't even met. i mean, he didn't even know what he sounded like.
Still, noel was faced with a difficult decision. who did he like more?
noel turned in his bed, suffocating himself in his pillow, until he heard a knock on the door.
"come in.." he said, fear lacing his every word. if his mum was drunk, he was sure in for it tonight.
his mum stood there, very drunk, her hair standing on ends as she loomed at the doorframe.
"why are you in bed?" she slurred her words, each breath infested the air with her alcohol toned breath.
"because its 1am.."
"get up." She stepped closer to him, grabbing onto his hair and pulling him up to the sheets, ripping out some of his hair in the meanwhile.
he swatted her hand away, shoving her off, though she only got worse. she kicked him, he felt her heel dig into his rib as he choked on a sob.
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Rtc Chatfic-ish (nischa)
Humorthey're online besties, noone knows eachother. Mischa gets added by constance and from there who knows what happens.. cover by me :)
