★ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚑 ★ - RIDE THE CYCLONE - (DISCONTINUED)

~ "As beautiful as ever." ~

Slight tw: mention of dv

Noel's Pov:

I woke up to my alarm clock beeping obnoxiously, disrupting me from my super duper important dream.. Definitely not about Mischa ahah...

Anyways. I reluctantly get out of bed and head over to my chair, grabbing the clothes I set out the night before and quickly getting changed. Before I leave my room, I grab Mischa's hat and put it on, striking a "gangsta" pose in the mirror before I skip downstairs.

I see my mother passed out on the couch, many empty bottles scattered around her. I sigh, she couldn't even be bothered to clean up after herself? Nonetheless, I grab the bottles and toss them in the trash, being as quiet as possible not to wake her up. I kiss her on the cheek before I leave, as much as she annoys me, she's still my mother, and I love her.

I lock the door behind me, making sure to safely put the key under the doormat. I decide to walk to school today, as I'm too late for the bus. It's a good thing I live close to school, because I arrive just on time, so Ocean has no reason to lecture me.

"On time Noel, good job." Ocean still manages to comment on it, I watch as she glances behind me, looking confused.

"Is Mischa not with you?" She asks, only then I notice Mischa hasn't arrived yet. I look around, unable to see him anywhere.

"No he uh, went home last night, I'll tell you if I see him yeah?" I respond, still looking around for any sight of Mischa.

The bell rings soon after, and as I'm walking into the building, Mischa quickly rushes past me, his head lowered as if he's trying to hide his face.

"Oh Misch- Hey wait up!" I run after him, quick enough to grab his arm and spin him around to look at me. I stop. I stare at his face, a deep purple bruise around his eye. He looks so tired, I watch as he just sighs and throws his head back.

I don't even know what to say, instead I grab his arm and pull him into the nearest bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind us.

I stand in front of him and cross my arms. He just puts his hands in his pockets and looks down at his shoes.

"Mischa. Did you get in a fight of something? You know fighting doesn't solve anythi-" I start to lecture him, until he interrupts me, seeing much more frustrated than usual.

"Gruber. I didn't get into a fight." He shows me his knuckles to confirm; No bruises or cuts. I'm confused now, if he didn't get into a fight, what happened?

I step closer to him and move his hair away from his face, looking closer at the bruise. This definitely wasn't an accident. Someone did this to him, but who?

"Misch.. Who did this?" I ask, my hand moving to his cheek. He takes a deep breath before answering.

"I tell you I got into.. an argument with adoptive father.. I lied. He was.. Very angry yesterday. He uh, hit, but- but it is not that bad I promise-" I cut him off by putting my finger up to his lips, indicating him to stop talking.

"Wait so.. Mischa.. Your father did this to you? Does this happen often?" I ask, picking with my nail polish.

"No just- Just when I do something wrong." I stare at him confused, he just shrugs at me.

"What did you do wrong then?" I ask.

"...He saw me with you and.. He just took it the wrong way.. Though I was.. Yeah. Just misunderstanding." I widen my eyes in shock. So it's my fault? I'm the reason this happened? I stare down at the floor, my eyes start to well up.

"Hey.. Poet why are you crying.. Look at me." Mischa cups my cheeks and makes me look at him, before pulling me into a hug.

"It's all my fault I'm so sor-" I go to apologize, but he stops me.

"No Noel, not your fault. You make life good, not bad. Do not be so hard on yourself." I can't help but blush at that. Whenever he compliments me, it's just.. You can tell he's being genuine, and not just saying it to seem like a nice person..

"..Okay. Please tell me if this happens again.. I don't want you getting hurt.." I go to wrap my arms around his waist, but when my arm touches the side of his stomach I see him flinch.

"Misch?" I get confused, I barely touched him, suddenly it hits me. I slightly lift up his shirt to see another bruise, a bigger one, on the side of his stomach. I sigh, and rest my head on his chest, avoiding touching his stomach at all.

"There's no way you're going back there tonight Misch. Come back to mine.. It's nice having you there anyways.." I tell him, In all realness I never want him to have to go back to that house, but I know he has to at some point.

"..Okay." He replies, playing with his hair as I sway us side to side.

We end up skipping the rest of first class together, and I help him cover up the black eye with some spare foundation I have with me.

Even without It, I still think he looks as beautiful as ever.

Ocean's Pov:

It's lunch time, the whole choir is already sitting down at our table, Noel and Mischa having just arrived.

I watch as Noel gets his lunch out of his bag, then proceeds to get out another lunchbox and place it in front of Mischa. I don't know how I haven't noticed this before, strange.

"Hey Mischa, why is Noel bringing your lunch? Do your parents not feed you or something!" I chuckle, attempting to make a joke. Instead, the two just stare at me. Suddenly, Mischa seems to get angry, looking down at the table.

"You don't fucking know what you're talking about." He mumbles, I watch Noel place his hand on Mischa's back, whispering something in his ear which seems to cheer Mischa up a little.

".. Sorry" I apologise, I'm not quite sure what that was all about, usually he'd find jokes like that funny! He must just be in a bad mood today..

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Hi! Just a mini chapter as it's like 2am, I don't even know why I wrote this tbh....

I'm on a writing spree today :') I think I've written over 5k words in total.. Yikes-

Anyways hope yall enjoyed this mini chapter thing, it's not my best work but I still kinda like it!

Love ya lads!

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