Never Change {MichEmil}

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Michele awoke with a pounding headache. His eyes were bloodshot from the obvious hangover. He looked around the room. This didn't look like a living room with a couch. The bedroom was semi-messy. There was a yellow skateboard leaned against the wall, and various posters of either ice skating-related things, electronic music stuff, and heavy metal were hung to the wall. What? At that moment, Michele recovered all the common sense he had lost the previous night as the realization hit him.

He was in a bedroom. In a bed. With two arms wrapped around him. This meant that something had happened the previous night.

Michele didn't want to turn around. He felt like if he did, he would be horrified for life and wouldn't be able to look at that person the same way. But he still pushed himself to do it.

Oh Dio, please don't let it be Emil or Sara. Please just let it be some Czech chick that broke into the apartment. Although it wouldn't be that bad if it was Sara. Shut up, Michele, she's your sister! That's fucked up. But then again.... Just don't let it be—

Michele turned around, and once he was face-to-face with the person he had possibly accidentally done stuff with, he inhaled, prepared to give a nice, long scream in horror and, well, horror.

"CHE CAZZO?! THIS ISN'T REAL! I DID NOT HOOK UP WITH EMIL!" After that, he simply let out a screech as if he was in a scary movie and some sort of supernatural being had just jump-scared him.

"Mickey? Was that you? Are you okay?" Emil had just woken up after he heard Michele scream and became concerned. He was still rubbing his eyes and yawning. That just caused Michele to scream again. "Whoa, what happened? Did I do something wrong?"

Michele panted and looked down. He was in his underwear....

Michele screamed yet again and fell of the bed this time. When he kind of got himself together, he pushed himself back up.

"D-did you—did I—did we...?" Michele tried to finish his sentence, but couldn't from the shock.

Emil didn't catch on right away, so Michele had to do some embarrassing explaining to let Emil know what he thought had happened.

"N-no! No, that's not what happened! Nothing happened! You just were very drunk and Sara told me to monitor you in your sleep so you wouldn't jump out the window. A-and it was too hot so you decided sleeping in your underwear was the most comfortable option!" Emil hated lying, but he had to not scar Michele more than he already was.

"For some reason I believe you...." And then the hangover came back to him. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Over there." Emil said. "I'm going back to sleep because it's still 6am....."

"Oh."

"Y-you should too when you get done with whatever you must do.... you need to rest...." Emil murmured as he fell onto the mattress and covered himself up. Michele smiled slightly and proceeded to go back to go to the bathroom.

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Michele came back after lots of throwing up and a short shower to the bed with Emil. Michele had put on a white shirt and some comfier trousers. Emil lightly fluttered his eyes and smirked. If Michele lost common sense when he was drunk, Emil lost it when he was dead-tired or half asleep. Except he actually remembered things.

"Mickey...." he muttered in his sleep.

"I'm right here."

Emil stole the covers which made Michele get a horrible taste of the chills. Michele got his revenge and stole the covers back, but Emil didn't keep fighting. He just slept and shivered. After a few minutes, Emil started whimpering.

Is he having a nightmare?

Michele sighed and put the covers back on Emil, but as he did so, Emil wrapped his arms around Michele tightly, as if clutching onto him for comfort.

"Mmmickey..." he whined. Michele thought that was incredibly cute.

"Shhh, I'm here."

Michele settled into Emil's embrace, who had his arms wrapped around Michele's torso and his head buried in Michele's back. Michele took Emil's hand and lightly stroked his thumb back and forth atop Emil's hand from time to time.

Emil whimpered in his sleep, and when he did, Michele gave his hand a small squeeze.

This is completely fine. We're just really close friends. Or like two brothers. I'm not gay. I love girls. Girls are cute. Emil's my friend, not boyfriend.

Michele eventually got tired from being in that position, so he slowly removed Emil's arms from around his body. Michele thought Emil would continue sleeping, but it actually caused Emil to let out a big whine.

Michele huffed and laid back down.

"Shhh, I'm right here, I'm right here. Quit whining ya big crybaby..." Michele said. But then he noticed that Emil was calm again. Michele ruffled his hair and took Emil's hand again. "I'm here, Emil."

"I'm scared."

Michele was confused. Emil said that so clearly, it was almost as if he was conscious. "Huh?"

"I'm scared." Emil repeated, this time in a low murmur.

"Of what?" Michele asked.

"Of the monsters." Emil quietly murmured. Michele knew Emil was just saying gibberish, as usual, but he decided to play along.

"They won't get you, I promise." Michele said. Was it just an empty vow?

Emil hugged Michele tighter. That was even more confusing. Emil pressed his forehead against Michele's back.

"Please, never let me go."

"Don't let them win."

Hinting something earlier than planned but angst is fun :D -Paris