Never Change {MichEmil}

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Michele awoke to his head aching madly. The put his hand over his forehead and stared at the light yellow ceiling. Light yellow ceiling.... that's weird.... I don't remember the hotel having a light yellow.....

Michele jumped up and looked around. The room was a mess, and it wasn't his room. Also another thing that horrified him was that there was a body wrapped with duct tape passed out in the ground, but Michele had to keep himself from screaming.

He started gathering his senses and looked around. There was a big lump of blankets right next to him, and he was in his underwear, so that had to mean something. Michele took deep breaths and pulled himself together. He was going to handle this like a mature adult and see what had happened. Michele took the blanket and slowly started to pull it down, hoping that it was in fact a cute random girl from the party. He saw a bare, muscular back and noticed how that did not belong to any female.

The person was curled up into a ball, hugging a pillow. Michele pulled the blanket off and had to instantly stop himself from screaming bloody murder, for that was Emil, who was laying down next to him with visible tiny bruises along his neck and shoulders.

Michele inhaled deeply and turned away, trying not to scream to not wake anybody up.

Okay, okay, okay Michele. Calm down. Find your clothes, find Sara, block Emil's contact, and leave.

Michele got off the bed, trying not to make a sound and found the clothes he had been wearing the previous night, along with Emil's. He sighed as he slowly exited the room, making sure not to step on the tape man.

But just as he was about to leave to change, he heard a yawn and a small sneeze. Michele jumped and looked back. Emil was staring at him. Emil then gasped in horror as well and turned bright red. They were both speechless.

The sudden realization that he was half naked hit Michele and he covered himself with the clothes he was holding. He couldn't stand the awkward silence. It just made everything worse. He took a deep breath.

"D-did we...." Michele stuttered.

"I don't even know...." Emil muttered.

"Well does your ass hurt?" Michele chuckled. Emil laughed and shook his head..

They both stayed silent. Emil started fidgeting again, building up the courage to talk about what they both refused to speak of.

"Mickey. Come here for a minute. I need to talk to you."

Michele hesitated. He did not want to, but he knew sooner or later he would have to talk to Emil, so he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You're mad at me, right?" Emil asked.

"Well, we didn't exactly leave off on good terms last time we saw each other."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Mm."

"Michele. I really am sorry." Emil said as he looked at Michele straight in the eyes.

"Okay." Was as Michele had to say. He got up and walked near the door. "You may want to cover up those bruises with something."

Emil blushed and looked at his shoulder as best as he could. He blushed bright red.

"Mickey, wait!"

Emil got up to grab Michele by the wrist.

"Stay." Emil whispered. "There's one more thing. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I'm so sorry. Now I need your help."

"My help with what?"

"I want to try something. All I need you to do is stay in bed a few more minutes. And.... hold my hand."

"What? Why?"

"I need to see if it works!" Emil pleaded as he pulled Michele back into the bed. "I just need ten minutes tops."

Michele sighed.

"Alright then. You have my time. But what's going on? Is this about the panic attack—"

"Shhh! Whisper!" Emil interrupted.

"Sorry. Is this about the panic attacks?"

Emil nodded.

"Okay. Go on, Emil."

Emil looked at Michele.

"It's a dream I get when I'm alone. I hate being alone. I'm afraid of being alone. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Became when I'm alone, he comes out of the water and tries to rip my throat." Emil whispered.

"W-what? What do you mean?"

"He spoke to me a while ago.

He said he's afraid of you."