Mine (Part III) - Nolou/Uglydolls Fanfic

9 | Michael's Memory

"You were burying him? Why didn't you tell me?"

I lead him away from the crowd on the other side of the hospital. The wind made it a little cold.

Nolan: "What was I supposed to say? I already felt bad enough, I didn't need to involve you or anyone else."

"But why did you bury him alive?"

Nolan: "I thought he was dead.."

"Well, did you check the pulse?"

Nolan: "..no.."

"What do you mean you- This is basic body burying etiquette. You have to make sure they're dead. You take the body somewhere secluded. You dig 6 feet and then there you go. Next time you have a body to bury, just tell me. It has to be done properly. You could get in serious trouble, you know?"

Nolan: "It's supposed to be 6 feet-?"

"Shh."

A couple dolls walked by and looked at us briefly.
Two gorgeous men talking behind a building probably looked sketchy enough. They didn't need to hear body-burying protocol too.

We waited a second until we were alone again.

"Doesn't matter now. What happened before that? Who tried to kill him?"

The wind blew again and some of his hair hovered in front of his lips.

Nolan: "Also me..."

I stopped breathing for a second and fixed his hair behind his ear.

Nolan: "I didn't want him to hurt Lachlan-"

He brought his hands up to his face and mumbled something else. His voice got higher and he began to cry.

I stepped closer and hugged him.

Nolan: "H-he hit his head on the kitchen counter b-because I stabbed him and he lost balance- We were fighting and he slipped. I got scared so I left him there. I came back later and I thought he was dead and.. I'm sorry-  "

He was crying so hard he could barely speak properly. I had to listen really close to figure out what he was mumbling about.

"We'll figure it out. I'm here now. It's okay."

We calmed each other down and headed back inside. Holding Nolan's hand made me feel warm inside. I knew we weren't together. But it gave me hope that maybe we were. Unofficially.

Heather: "You okay, Nolan?"

"I'm okay. Thanks."

Heather: "He's still in the room.. What do we do now?"

Nolan: "I'm gonna talk to him.. Lou, can you be in the room with me? Please?"

I nodded.
He let go of my hand and went into the room first. I wondered what he'd say. Heather suddenly leaned towards me and raised a brow.

Heather: "Holding hands~?"

I looked over at her and blushed.

"S-shut up."

I went into the room, too.
Nolan sat in a chair near where Michael was sitting.

Michael: "Hi. Jeffrey, right? I was going to-"

Nolan: "Just let me speak. Please.."

Michael shut his mouth and waited patiently. 

Nolan: "You said that everyone's treated you badly since you woke up? That's because you.. well, Michael was a criminal. Charged with some really bad things.."