"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~56~ "Crash PT. 3"

CW: Smoking, fighting

~Michael~
I stormed out into the garden, slamming the back door behind me as I slumped onto the steps in front of the door.

"What's up with you?" I flinched at the sound of a voice, I looked back to see Lia leaning against the wall, a cigarette in her hand. She was wearing a mid green skirt that fell to her calves, and a lacy black top. A jacket in her arm as she looked up to the sky, seeing the dark clouds approaching in the distance. The wind smelt of rain, as if it was a warning of the storm about to come.

"Christ you scared me." I sighed. "Since when do you smoke?" I turned around, side-sitting on my knees as I stared up at her. The concrete beneath me was freezing on my legs, it was only mid October. Soon snow would be covering the ground.

She just shrugged. "Since I was 12. Trying to quit." She blew a huff of smoke out. I watched it blow away into the air, disappearing.

"Got another?" I pulled my sleeves over my finger tips to warm myself.

"Pfff- fuck off, man. I'm not giving you one." She tapped the ash off her cigarette and put it out on the railing, leaving a black mark. She sat down next to me, flicking the stick out into the grass.

"Think I'm gonna snitch?" I mumbled, looking away from her. Everyone thinks I'm some kind of fragile person who runs to my mate with every little issue. Apparently nobody can actually talk to me because they think I'll go crying for help.

"Mm.. No." She brought a knee up to her chest, leaning her arm on it as she looked out at the flourishing garden, the grass that was already dead, and the leaves spread across the ground.

"It's fine if you do. You barely know me, honestly." I leaned my head on my hand, looking over at her.

"I understand you or something. I don't know why, maybe because you make my brother happy." She pulled a box of cigarettes out and turned it towards me. "Go nuts." She waited.

"Don't feel like it anymore." I declined, she nodded and put the box away.

"So, why you slamming our very expensive doors?" She chuckled. I looked at the ground, watching a bug run across the concrete step to get to the other patch of grass.

"Can I ask a kind of personal question?" We both stayed quiet for a moment. As quiet as you can be when you're outside. Birds and bugs desperately trying to get into a shelter, like they can also sense the air changing.

"It's not about taxes, right?" Lia broke the silence, staring at me with a straight face.

"What? No." I looked over at her with a confused expression.

"Oh good. I haven't paid those in years."

"What?— Whatever." I pinched the bridge of my nose, moving on from that quickly. "Are you upset about your parents?" I leaned my head on my arms.

"Why?" She leaned back on her elbows.

"Because they're dead?.." I lightly laughed with confusion, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Oh right. No." She shrugged.

"Why do you Carters' have no clue how to deal with death?" I groaned.

"People drop once a week in my family, funerals were the family outings. Noah and I used to play a game where we would try and guess the who's the widow and who's the mistress." She stood up and leaned against the railing behind me, I turned around to look at her. "I'm guessing you're pissed at Noah?"