Somebody To Someone

Chapter 7

Brenny Boo's POV

So that Finlay TA dude started sitting between me and Mischa and it's not okay. Well I mean, good for Mischa because he's getting friends again but no. Not Finlay. He's a nice dude and all but no. It's hard to explain but this absolutely won't fly. 

Mischa walked into second period late. Not even his I lost track of time and forgot that I had responsibilities five or ten minutes that happened all the time. Nope. He came in half an hour late and he seemed strange. Like, sad. And tired. He didn't say a word to me in class. Not one. I noticed that he was looking at me every now and then and then he'd do his work again but like. He seems off. Worse than what he has been recently. When Cumberbatch turned us to our own time to do homework I turned to Mischa. 

"You alright?" I asked, looking into his eyes. He shook his head a little. 
"Want to talk about it?" I asked. 
"Yeah, but not here." He replied quietly. 
"What be the matter?" Seb asked in a voice that I recognized but couldn't place. 
"Nothing." Mischa said with a little smile. Seb took that as an answer and turned around only to turn back and put his paper and textbook on Mischa's table. 
"Hey, so I was wondering if you could help me with question five?" Seb asked and Mischa helped him with it. I listened with one ear as I did my own work and packed up when the bell went. Misha packed up with shaking hands and I stayed with him. 

"Where do you want to talk?" I asked quietly. He shook his head.
"I-It's stupid. Don't w-worry about it." He said. He didn't look at me. This won't fucking fly. 
"Mischa. You only stutter when something is bothering you. You can talk to me." I said and watched him. His pretty eyes met mine and he looked like he was going to start crying. 
"Can you come to my house with me?" He asked. I smiled a little. 
"Yeah, I can." I said and we left out the nearest door. He had a light grip on my sleeve the whole way there and he stayed close to me. We went out and we got a fair distance from the school and I was watching him the whole way. He's definitely off. He fell into step beside me and I watched him. 

"I was late for class." He said quietly. 
"I know." I replied. 
"I had a rough night last night and it caught up with me between the periods." He said. 
"Want to talk about what happened?" I asked as I went up his front steps. 
"I do." He said and we went in. He put his bag on the ground and mine followed. I followed Mischa into the kitchen and admired the cabinets that he painted. 

"Last night, I had to go to court to talk about my mother. They brought everything up. Dad being kicked out. Their fighting. Her hitting me. Everything." He said quietly, with his back to me. He was starting to make something to eat. 
"Mischa. What did she do to you?" I asked. I didn't want to push him but I want to know. 
"H-hit me, put my head through the wall in the basement, ignored me." He said and his voice cracked at the end and I hugged him. Just like whenever he started to cry when we were kids. He stirred a little and turned around to hug me back. I had one arm around his waist and a hand in his hair. He buried his face in my shoulder and cried. 
"You're okay Misch. I have you. I hate that she put you through that but she's gone now." I said and he sniffled, "Let it out." I whispered and he broke down again. I grabbed my phone and texted my mother. I told her that I'm not feeling well and I went to Mischa's because it was closer. She's still at work and she said that it was fine to stay here. I put my phone back in my pocket because my mum is going to call the school and tell them I'm sick. 
"Put your head on my shoulder. Hold me in your arms. Baby, squeeze me oh so tight. Show me that you love me too." I sang quietly and slowly rocked side to side. I sang to him quietly until he started to calm down and I kept softly singing different songs and he gradually leaned on me more and more and then I realized what was happening. He fell asleep and I got my feet under his and walked to the couch like that. I went to lay him down but he grabbed onto my shirt lightly and whined as he tried to pull me with him. 

"Mischa~ let go of my shirt. I'm putting you on the couch so you can sleep. I'm not going to leave you alone." I said and he took that as an answer and let go. I went upstairs to get a blanket and when I went into his room, it was different. Very different. It's darker in colour. He used to have light blue sheets, light purple pillowcases and a light grey, weighted blanket and now, he has dark sheets and pillowcases and a dark comforter. There are no pictures on the walls anymore, his curtains are closed, his closet door is closed, there are papers and books on his dresser and desk, his desk chair is in the corner and not tucked into his desk and its totally different from the last time I was in his room. I took the comforter off his bed and went downstairs. He whimpered in his sleep and moved around a bit. I let him do his thing while I looked for the TV remote. I found it under the pillow on the lazy boy and I threw the blanket over him. 

"Brendon?" He asked. 
"Yes Mischa?" I replied glancing at him. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. 
"Go back to sleep. I'll be here." I said and sat by his feet. 
"Okay." He said and sat up, grabbed the pillow that he did have his head on, plopped it on my lap, moved so his head was on the pillow, covered himself with the blanket and relaxed. He was laying on me facing the tv and I put on Family Guy and ran my fingers through his hair. 

We stayed like that until he woke up to the smell of food being cooked. His dad had gotten home a while ago and started dinner around six. If there is one thing I know about Mischa it's the fact that he can sleep for days if he's allowed. Once he's up and active for the day he's good but to wake up, eat dinner and go back to bed until tomorrow? He'll sleep until his alarm goes off. 

I gently woke him up, got him to the table and got him to eat. The three of us didn't say much didn't say much. When I got him up to his bedroom something happened that I never would have expected.