PASSIONPOETS ONESHOT!!

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"Hi Mischa..." Noel said timidly as he approached his best friend who also happened to be his crush. Noel was a confident boy, a little sassy and snarky, but confident nonetheless. That's why this whole encounter was weird already.

Mischa turned around at the sound of his friends voice. He loved Talia, but there was just something about Noel that sent a shiver down his spine and a pleasant feeling of butterflies into his stomach.

"I-I need to tell you something...before we get on that rollercoaster.."

"What is it, shawt—I mean Noel?"

"...C-Can we hold hands while we're on The Cyclone..?"

Mischa was taken aback. Did Noel really want to...hold hands with him? In this moment, he didn't feel rage or passion, just...an undeniable feeling of love.

"...Sure."

Soon, they were on the coaster, holding hands like they had agreed upon. They laughed, smiled, and screamed as the rollercoaster went faster and faster. They were too enamored with each other to even feel that something wasn't quite right with how fast they were going.

Finally, the front wheel of the rollercoaster got weaker and weaker, until it fell off.

They knew that they were about to die, but they were about to die together, and honestly...

They wouldn't have it any other way.