Rtc Nischa/Perfectdolls/Spacedolls one shots!!! [On permanent hiatus]

Noel hates school. He really hates it. Since getting outed his life has been a misery. Sure he has good friends but he still gets bullied on the daily, he can't wait to leave this godforsaken town. 

But, at the moment, he couldn't do that. He was sat in english class, trying to ignore the kids sitting next to him trying to scoot away. He couldn't even care about what the teacher was talking about, he just stared at his work, it was covered in small doodles of his alter ego, Monique Gibeau. Maybe one day he'll end up like her, nothing would be as bad as being in Uranium. 

"Ok so, this project will be quite big and I have already assigned partners" the teacher mentioned, with groans of dismay coming from the students. 

"Yes I know, but the last time I let you pick your own partners no one did any work. Ok, I'll go down in register order and whatever name I say will be your partner, no arguments, deal?" The teacher finished, with some mumbles coming from the students. 

"Ok, so, Penny, Ocean. James, Jacob. Mischa, Noel" 

Noel stopped listening after that. Great, Mischa fucking Bachinski will be his partner. Noel doesn't know if Mischa is homophobic himself but he hangs around with the popular kids, so there is a pretty good chance he is. 

He thought Mischa would sit there and make Noel do all the work whilst spending all his time talking to his other popular friends. But to his surprise, Mischa didn't find Noel to be disgusting as everyone else had over the last few months, he actually spoke to him. 

"You are Noel Gruber, yes?" Mischa asked, genuinely curious

"Yeah, you're Mischa right?" Noel knew damn well who he is. 

"Yes I am, I don't get why people give you shit, you seem cool"

"I got outed a few months ago, youre friends with Trevor I thought you'd know"

"Oh I know, but that is not bad thing. I thought you were a bad person, you do not seem like bad person" 

Noel realised that this was probably one of the best people he could have been paired with. By the end of class, they seemed to be friends, and even agreed to go around Noel's after school to continue the project. 

The school day went slowly, the slight heat didn't seem to do much good either. Noel was also slightly excited, maybe he would have a new friend that wasn't in choir after all. 

Noel waited for Mischa in the parking lot at the end of class, getting slightly worried. What if it was all a joke and he and his asshole friends are going to laugh about it together? What if Mischa was only friends with Noel to make fun of him? What if this all goes wrong? 

A voice pulled him out of his trance. 

"Hello Noel Gruber, sorry for wait I got held back"

No words can describe the relief that Noel felt as they started walking. They spoke about pretty much everything on the way there, becoming quite close in the process. 

Noel was happy he lived the other side of the school than the popular kids because he doesn't know what he would do if he had to walk with them. He'd probably opt for jumping into a river but maybe something easier would have come around. 

As soon as Noel and Mischa got home they went up to Noel's room to start the project. Mischa sat on the bed, admiring all the poster strung along the wall as Noel played a record in the background before they started. 

The music, however, did the opposite of help them concentrate. Mischa and Noel kept stopping just to listen. 

"I really like these songs Noel, which record is it?" Mischa asked

"Um let me check, 'A Day at the Races' by queen, my mom got it me for Christmas last year" Noel looked back at that memory well, it was before his whole family except his mother turned against him. 

"I have not heard that one yet, it sounds good" 

The song ended, the next song making Noel look up. 

"Oh this is the best one on the album, listen to it"

"Which one is it?"

"Good old fashioned lover boy, it's so romantic"

The two sat in silence, listening to the song. Mischa nodding his head as an indicator that he was enjoying it. The song ended and Noel kept ranting about how much he loved the song and how sweet it was. Mischa wasn't listening, he caught himself just looking at Noel. Something about Noel talking about something so passionately made Mischa forget anything existed. 

Mischa regained realisation and realised how weird it was, he'd been doing it all day, but only to Noel specifically. Oh well, it doesn't matter at the moment. 

They continued working on the project before Mischa decided it was time to go back home. Noel shut the door and turned around to eat his dinner. His mother sat opposite him. 

"He seemed nice, who is he?" His mother asked as she shoveled food into her mouth. 

"A kid from my english class called Mischa. We were partnered up for a project together, he's probably one of the few kids at school that doesn't find me disgusting at the moment" Noel said, rambling on a bit. 

His mother smiled at him, before they continued dinner in silence. 

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The rest of the week was the same, they'd do work in class, then go around Noel's after school to get some more work done. Well, attempt to anyway, they mainly just ended up talking. This whole time, Mischa was going through a crisis. 

Mischa couldn't not look at Noel. In his eyes, Noel was the most beautiful thing on earth, he hung the stars specifically for Mischa. He felt himself blush whenever they would brush against each other. He knew what this meant. He had a crush on Noel fucking Gruber. He knows what happens when you're gay in Uranium. Noel tries to act like he doesn't care but Mischa can see him getting beaten up in the corridor, by his so called 'friends' no less. 

One day, Mischa asked a very difficult question when it got silent. 

"Noel?"

"Mhm?"

"How did you know you was gay?"

Noel looked up, shocked. Him and Mischa shared eye contact before Noel could stammer out an answer. 

"Well, um, since I was little I sort of realised I wasn't like everyone else. All of my friends would talk about crushes and I wouldn't get it, then I realised I did. But with boys. I could describe them the same way and it almost felt natural. I never really knew it was wrong until I would see newspaper articles of all these gay people getting killed. I tried to hide it until a boy asked me out. I said yes, until he broke up with me and told everyone I was gay. Leaving out the part where he had his tongue down my throat most of the time. Mischa, why are you asking? Are you ok?" 

Mischa couldn't answer that question. He liked girls before, definitely. But, looking back, maybe some boys had made him feel some way. 

"Noel, I like girls too I promise. But something about this one boy makes me feel, hot. Oh god, in Ukraine this boy kissed me and I liked it. But then girls also kissed me and I liked it" Mischa could feel some small tears form in the corners of his eyes. 

"Mischa, please don't cry. That is a thing. It's called bisexual" 

Mischa felt the word in and out his body, it resonated within him. He was bisexual. The very thing he feared. He likes boys. Nothing could change it. 

"Noel, you are man of words. I am bisexual, thank you" Mischa covered his mouth, realising what he said. 

Noel gave a sympathetic smile to the taller boy, before giving him a hug. Its funny, the tall, scary guy that everyone was scared of was crying heavily into his shoulder. 

"It's ok Mischa. If you don't mind me asking, who is this boy, they must be very good looking to make you have a full blown crisis" Noel laughed. 

Mischa couldn't say anything. All the wheels were turning in his mind, trying to find a lie. He couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. He looked at Noel, glancing at the smaller boys lips before looking back. 

"Oh my god" Noel gasped as he realized. His crush likes him back. 

"I am so sorry, I shall leave" Mischa tried to get up but was stopped by a tug on his hand. 

They exchanged eye contact, before Mischa sat back down. The only noise being the music in the background. They slowly leaned in, before their lips met in the middle. A slow breathing escaping their lips as the kiss got more passionate. They broke free every once in a while, heavily breathing before kissing again. 

They stopped making out when the door closed downstairs, insinuating Noel's mother was home. They layed on the bed next to each other. Not believing what just happened. They continued working on the project, unable to keep focus for a few minutes before they were laughing at nothing. Thank god it was Friday, Noel couldn't imagine going to school after this. 

"Do you want to go somewhere tomorrow, I heard there is some good movies on?" Noel asked before Mischa headed out. 

"Yes sure, why not."

They hugged before Mischa left, Noel celebrated silently behind the door, before hearing a cough from his mother behind him. 

Dinner was silent, until Noel's mother started talking. 

"Noel, do you like that boy?" his mother asked

Noel just looked down at his plate and blushed. 

"We kissed mother." Noel smiled. 

"Oh I'm so happy for you! Just please don't get your hopes up again, you remember what happened last time?"

Noel knew his mother was only looking out for him, but Mischa was definitely a good guy. 

--

The next day came slower than anticipated. Noel got himself ready. He didn't even know what movie they were going to watch. All he knew was he and Mischa would probably hold hands through it, and that thought made him go bright red. He loved it. 

Noel took his mother's car to pick Mischa up. They kissed discretely in the car. It might not be illegal anymore but that's not to say people would like it. 

That's another thing Noel remembered. He remembered some time around 1969 they legalized being gay in Canada. He only remembered it because of how angry his dad was. Noel felt so trapped. At least he had his mother. But now his dad is gone, and thank God for that. 

They arrived at the theatres and bought tickets for whatever was on. It was this movie called star Wars. They didn't pay much attention. They sat in the second to last row, holding hands. It was a really cute gesture that made Mischa feel so lucky. He then realised he wasn't so lucky when they got out of the theatre. 

As they were walking back to the car they heard voices shouting behind them. Mischa's friends. 

"Mischa, really? Your a cocksucker too?" One yelled. Mischa clenched his fists, trying not to punch this kid square in the nose. 

Noel stood there, frozen in fear. He went to the one on the edge of town, hoping no one would be there. How wrong he was. 

"Mischa how the fuck can you be a queer, look at you" another said. 

Mischa just stood there as insults were hurled at him, not knowing what to say or do. He wasn't thinking. 

Mischa walked up to one kid and punched him square in the face. Over and over this kid was getting punched, begging for mercy as blood got on both Mischa's fists and the kids face. 

Mischa was pulled away by Noel and the other kid was pulled away from the others. He looked pretty bad. His eyes were all swollen, his nose was definitely broken. 

Noel and Mischa ran for the car and drove off. Everyone at school will know. And this will all be Noel's fault. 

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It wasn't surprising that everyone was talking about them on Monday. They tried to avoid all the slurs being thrown and the looks of disappointment. 

Noel and Mischa hid in the choir room. 

"I'm so sorry Misch, this is all my fault. If you want to leave me to be safe I truly will get it" Noel said through sobs. Unable to get most of the words out. 

"My poet please listen. I love you. You are my star. Please do not blame yourself. Blame this fucking country. It is all shit. One day, me and you will run away, yes?" Mischa rambled. 

Noel smiled and planted a peck on Mischa's lips. They had each other right? Nothing else would matter.