Michael x Noah 🙏

8. ~Stupid Secrets~

(I was re-reading some other parts of this and completely forgot that I said Noah's sister also lived with him, so just pretend Michael has already met her and everything!!)

Noah's pov:
Finally that stupid meeting was over. I checked my phone and realized Michael hasn't texted me what so ever. Weird. Normally he texts me when I'm in the kitchen for more than five minutes without him. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating but you get the point. It's been 7 and a half hours.

I walk into the house and notice only the kitchen window lights were on. Maybe Michael didn't come out? Wait, my note moved to the other side of the counter so he saw it. But did he actually eat though- I've noticed over the few weeks he's been here that he only eats when I bring food to him and tell him to eat, so my guess is probably not.

I walk up the stairs and down the hallway my room is in. From halfway down I figure he must be in my room since I can hear slight talking from the tv.
I open my door and see him sitting on my bed, just staring at me. My room is all clean like it was before I left except my desk. Why was my desk all messy? I didn't leave it like that...
I notice my Mafia card out in sight and look at Michael.
Fuck.

"Noah Carter." I hear Michael call me. Still starting at me from my bed. "You've got five fucking seconds to start explaining yourself."
I take a moment since I don't know what to tell him. How the fuck did he even find that? It's not like I keep something like that out in the open. Even before Michael came to live here.
"I- Michael... there's a reason I didn't tell you..." I start to say.
"Well you better fucking tell me now." Shit, he's pissed.
"I- well... I thought..."
"Noah I'm not mad- well I am mad that you would keep this from me- but I'm not scared or mad that you're in the mafia." He says, "I just want answers..."

I sat down next to Michael. I didn't touch him, pull him closer to me, ruffle his hair, kiss him. I just sat there, about a foot away.
"Michael... the mafia... it's not a safe job..." I begun.
"Well, I know that... I just wanna know why you wouldn't tell me."
"Because... my team may be very powerful compared to a ton of others, but... not only is it dangerous to me and my team... you're also in danger..."
I watched his face go into confusion. He just stared at me.
"Danger? Me? What?"
"Michael, people in the Mafia don't mess around. They will do whatever it takes to get what they want. And since you're my boyfriend, they'd probably go after you... well, not probably; most definitely."
"Noah, why would you keep that from me? I don't deserve to know I'm in danger?"
I don't even know what to say to that. It's not my intention. I just didn't think it'd be a good idea for him to know.

After explaining all that to Michael, he asked questions like what I did, who I worked with, etc.

"I actually work with a few people. I'm the boss as you saw. The two you know are Nicole and my sister, charlotte. I work with a few others but you don't know them. I'm sure you'll meet them one day though."
"So, like, what's up with the tattoo shop?" Michael asked.
"Oh, that was just an extra job because before you lived here, I needed something extra to do because I literally did have anything else to do."
Michael just nodded at that.
"Do you still work there or did you quit?"
"Ehhhhh- my best bud works there sooo," I shrug.

After explaining things to Michael, he still looked pissed but it's whatever, he'll get over it.
I hear my sister call everyone to the kitchen for dinner. Damn. I didn't realize how much time went by.
"Right, c'mon Michael."
He just stays hugging me.
"Michael-" I say, "you haven't eaten all day- let's go." I pick him up because that honestly is just easier.

Once we get into the kitchen, I set Michael down on a chair at the counter.
"Oh shit, pasta? Hell yeah!" Michael says. I make his plate for him, making sure his is just plain pasta with butter. I hand it to him and he smiles.
I start making mine with butter and sauce.
I place my plate next to Michael and head to the fridge. I grab an iced tea for me and grab a glass and make Michael chocolate milk. I swear, he likes the foods kids will eat. I'm not complaining though.

Michaels pov:
Dinner was oddly quiet tonight. Normally someone has at least something they wanna share.
"Whys everyone so quiet?" Noah finally asked everyone. It's not like some awkward situation just happened- the only people at this table that have an excuse to be awkward around each other are Noah and I.
"Uh... how was the meeting today guys? Noah? Nicole?" Charlotte asked. She was at the meeting too.
Noah didn't answer.
"It was sooo boring, I- uh- the tattoo idea was crazyyyyy-" Nicole said.
"God- why does everyone lie to me." I finally say. Nicole and Charlotte look at me, Noah looks away.
"What?" They say in sync.
"I know what you guys really do." After I say this, they both look at Noah, he gives them a look that says he already told me.
"Oh... sorry..." Nicole starts to say.
"It's fine... just stop lying to me about stuff like that. It makes me feel like a joke." They both nod when I say that.
"Anyway, ima shower." I stand up as Noah takes my plate. And almost empty glass of chocolate milk.

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