I've never had a more fucking boring day. Ocean was nagging us all day about this stupid choir practice over the weekend. I raise an eyebrow as I tune out her obnoxious ranting that genuinely nobody could give two fucks about. I hear somebody clear their throat, too masculine to be one of the girls and Ricky can't do that, so, Mischa must be speaking up. We all turn our attention to his loud announcement.
"I have plane ticket, back to Ukraine." He states, matter of factly, standing in front of Ocean, his stance emphasising how manly he is. "I go back, one month."
"Sweet Jesus Christ on a bike." I shoot up out of my seat, as if announcing my presence. "Mischa you'll be, ugh - gone - before our last performance!"
"Yes, I am the- uh- how do you say.. excited about it." He smiles and nods, puffing out his chest as if this is a bragging right.
"No- Mischa- That's bad!" I shout back angrily. "You can't j- just LEAVE! We'll have to forfeit!" I sputter out angrily, folding my arms over my chest in disbelief.
"Why not? Talia is... waiting back home." Mischa says.
GOD! Talia this, Talia that. What about the choir!? Talia is probably fake, or a fucking catfish for all we know. She could be dead, I mean, with chernobyl and all! I shake my head angrily. Huffing as I think to myself. "Well- igh- Whatever- I- UGH!" I stutter out before storming off. Slamming the door behind me.
"What is.. His mood?" I hear Mischa ask the choir as I walk away.
"God! I could just." I motion wringing the air's neck like a wet towel and clench my fists. "He's so-- UGH!" I stomp angrily like a 5 year old into the nearest school bathrooms. Splashing water on my face annoyed.
"What's with the..- Uh- Drowning self?" Mischa walks in, asking the question, amused.
"It'll save me from your infuriating face." I remark, turning off the sink and turning around.
"Much rude." Mischa says with a scoff, feigning offense before rolling his eyes, he'd never admit it.
"Whatever, at least I'm not abandoning the choir." I sigh. Pushing past him as he groans.
"God you are so- so uh-- you make me the angry." He remarks, clearly pissed off now. "Why am I, unable to.. to go back to my homeland."
"Because we need you here Mischa- Or else we're not a real choir." I reply coldly, not facing him.
"You did uh- just fine without me." He says, trying to rest a hand on my shoulder, but I pull away. "Jesus, Noel, you're so sensitive."
"What the fuck, Mischa! You just told us you're leaving for some dumb fiancée that's probably just a catfish!"
"I don't ever, want to hear hurtful words like this, Noel Gruber." He states angrily, like my Mother when she barges into my room and I scream at her.
"Fuck off, you're not my damn mom." I hug myself tightly. "You're worse than her."
"Fuck you, Noel Gruber." He spits out, the words hurting me more than they should, my stomach churns a dark pit of uneasiness through me and I walk off, suppressing the unwanted tears.
"God, I need to go home." I huff, slumping against a wall and dialing my Mom.
When the automated message responds I give up, walking back to the practice room. Ocean, Constance, Penny, and Ricky all sat in silence as I walked in.
"Everything okay?" Constance gets up, fixing her dress as she walks over. I nod awkwardly and she pulls me in for a hug, just for a moment, everythings okay, it's her magic power.
"Yeah, uhm, just some hurtful words exchanged." I mumble quietly. "I'm glad he's leaving."
"Noel Gruber, I read yaoi for a living, I know you don't mean that." Constance replies with a mischievous smirk. I scoff and roll my eyes with a smile.
'God, you and your boys love." I chuckle and rest my hand on my hip, in a sassy stance. "That's not me and Mischa though."
"Sorry- Uhm, well, everybody's kind of quiet, so, Ocean's cutting the meeting short, she feels really bad, I think." Constance muttered and nods before slinking back to her seat.
I sit in the back of the room, kicking up my feet and going on my phone, no mind to what I was doing on my phone, I hear the doors slam open, acknowledging the shadow looming over me. I look up, Mischa's standing over my, I roll my eyes, before a bunch of strips of paper drop on my lap, Mischa walks away and I look at the shreds, figuring out they're pieces of an airplane ticket, my eyes widen with realization.
"Mischa, what the hell?!" I stand up, clutching the pieces. "You're joking right? You didn't tear up your ticket?!" He turns around to face me, arms crossed.
"It's in your hands, is it?" He remarks angrily. "You did this, Noel."
"Mischa what-? You didn't have to tear it up for us." I frantically explain. "I was just frustrated."
"No, you do not get it, Noel Gruber. You did this." He remarks again, the look in his eyes wasn't rage, but passion, I stare at him.
"Wait- What?" I start freaking out, the pit in my stomach slowly fading, replaced with a hot. butterfly feeling.
"I ended the, uh.. the.. engagement." He mutters quietly, his face softening from a glare to one of pure attraction. "I could.. feel, it wasn't for this, stinky choir, that you were mad, it was me leaving you."
"Oh- Mischa- I'm not-" I sigh, the heat in my face growing. "You shouldn't have done that."
"I should, Noel Gruber, because seeing you is free." He smirks, and I can't help but chuckle.
He gently leans in, I follow, pressing our lips together, his hands shuffle together and around mine, I feel a ring slide onto one of my fingers and I can't help but blush harder. Mischa pulls away
"Does not mean anything yet, Noel, just thought you'd like it." Mischa smiles, I nod, speechless.
"Cool, uhm, yeah-" I nod, the butterflies in my stomach going frantic at this action. "I uhm- love you."
"Me too." Mischa remarks. "I love you."
