Michael x Noah 🙏

35. ~Mask~

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Michaels pov:
Well, the familiar sight of the bathroom floor, over the toilet at 5:30am is how my morning starts.
I don't remember anything last night past the card that asked "How many times have you had sex with your partner, or drink three times." Yeah. I was not bouta answer that.

It's been an hour since I first ran in here. It's now 6:00am, 30 minutes since the last update. Noah walks in the bathroom.
"You okay, love?" He asks, kneeling down to my level over the toilet.
"Yeah, besides the fact that I'm hungover as shit, thrown up three or four times already, and my arms hurts like a bitch."
Noah chuckles a bit. "I'll get you your pills, love, Kay?"
"Alright..."

Noah comes back with my pills for my arm. I take one, dry swallowing it since I don't really wanna get up for water.
"Wait- I think we should've waited to give you the pill." Noah points out.
"Why?" I ask.
"In case you throw up again." He states
"Oh, that would actually be smart-" I agree. "Too late now."

A few hours later, Noah and I were watching a movie in his room. Well, Noah was watching it, I was on my phone, sitting on his lap.
We hear a knock at the door and both look over.
"Yes?" Noah answers.
"It's Hannah, there's three bitches at the door looking for Michael."
"Uh... okay?" I get off Noah's lap and start walking out of the room, Noah following behind.

Hannah said they were "bitches", so obviously I'm not gonna like who's there. Maybe my family? No... she said there were three of them.

Noah waits in the kitchen as I open the door. My eyes widen. It's Fredrick. Why would Hannah call him a bitch? He's the only one who's not a bitch out of that group. But Hannah said three people. Does that mean Simon and Mark are here too?

"What the fuck? Fredrick?! Hiiiiii!" He was my best friend in high school. After the bite, he's the only one who stayed with me and didn't run away. He stayed to comfort me. But after that day, his parents forced him to stay away from me.
"Hey, Michael..." Fredrick says with a smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to catch up?"
"I mean, yeah of course I do, but... are the other two bitches here?"
"Hey! Who are you calling a bitch?" Simon walks out from the side with Mark.
"Oh for god fucking sakes." I say with fake enthusiasm. "Hmmm. I'm not sure, maybe the blondie and purple sweatshirt."
"Anyway!" Fredrick interrupts. "So, did you wanna go out to lunch with us?"
"I mean, I guess..." I pause. "Let me gob tell my boyfriend..."

I leave them at the door and walk into the kitchen. "Noah?"
"Yeah, love?" Noah's warm smile fills the air as he turns to look at me.
"I'm gonna go out with... them..." I say quietly.
"With who now?" He looks confused.
"Fredrick, Simon, Mark..." I whisper.
"Oh, Michael- I- no." He says.
"I want to... I wanna see what they've been up to..."
"Fine. But if they say any fucking shit, you-" Noah starts.
"I know. I call you right away."
Noah kisses my lips before he ruffles my hair and says bye. "Love you, be safe."
"I know, I love you."

I walk back to the front door and shut it behind me. I side eye Simon and Mark, but smile at Fredrick.
"So where are we going?" I ask.
"Anywh-" Fredrick starts.
"Olive Garden." Mark and Simon say together.
Wow. They sure remembered I hated that place. Not that I'm hungry anyway.

After we got seated, everyone was handed a menu.
"So, how have you been, Michael? Who's your boyfriend?" Fredrick asks.
"I heard you're dating that mafia boss~" Mark stats.
"I heard he makes billions." Simon adds on.
"Okay? And?" I question. "That person is still Noah Carter from high school."
Simon rolls his eyes.

"So we actually wanted to meet because we found your stupid mask. Fredrick wouldn't get rid of it for some reason." Simon throws the mask at me. I catch it and stare at it. Wow. Looks literally the same, except... is that... c.c's blood...

The blood was, obviously, all dry on the mask. There wasn't a whole lot but it was definitely noticeable. The red blood was noticeable on the red mask.

Memories flood back into my mind. The screams of pain... the way his body went limp so fast... the way my dad dragged me out.
"You kept it? I told you to burn it. All of them." I say to Fredrick.
"I can't just get rid of all memories of you. You were my best friend. I know you told me to forget about you but..."
I sigh.
"It's okay..." I smile at him. "But I really don't wanna keep this..."
"Awww does someone get bad memories?" Mark teases.
"Do you guys ever shut up? Goddamn, what if this was your sister, Mark?" I look at him. "Huh? Yeah, exactly."
"Guys- shut the fuck up. Please." Fredrick shuts us all up.

"Michael, I wanna know why you don't like us. Why do you only care about Fredrick?" Mark asks.
"Hm, I don't know, maybe the fact that you two ditched me and ran away after the bite happened. Maybe because Fredrick's the only one who stayed to help. He took half the credit for it when really only had to say a quarter of it." I spit out.
"Well it's not our fault your dad's animatronic bit down on your brother's head." Simon said.
"I thought it was impossible to hate you, Simon. You were the most caring in our group when we bullied anyone." I say to him.
"Well, I didn't realize how much of a murderer you are."

That struck a nerve. I quickly stood up.
"Thanks for inviting me Fredrick, but I think I should go." I say firmly.
"Wait- but aren't you hungry?" Fredrick asks.
"I don't care if I am or not, I need to leave." I say as I walk out of Olive Garden.

I still don't have another phone, so I can't call Noah. I guess I could look for a landline somewhere.

Fredrick's pov:
"You two dumbasses ruined it. We almost had him." I say, resting my head to the palm of my hands.
"Well, sorry. But if he wants to play bitches, we can play bitch back." Simon reply's.
"The boss is not going to be very happy." I let them know. "He wanted as much information as possible to try and get him."
"We know where he lives, the fuck?" Marks says back.
"True, true." I agree "It just won't be as easy to get him."

Noah's pov:
I pull up to Olive Garden, picking Michael up. He called me on a random phone. I really need to buy him a new one.

"So, you wanna explain what happened yet?" He ignored the question the other five times I've asked it.
"Simon and Mark. They just can't let go of the goddamn past. They called me a murderer, just like everyone else." Michaels looking out the window, avoiding looking at me, which is fine. I'm driving anyway, not like I can look at him back.
I sigh. "Just... don't worry about what they think. They're still immature shitheads."
"I know..." He just barely whispers.

"So, did you eat lunch?" I ask.
"Yeah." Michael sits up a bit.
"Yeah- no you didn't. How about we go out to eat?"
"Yeah... that'll be nice."

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