Misch.
Monday 19th February
“Where were you!” Noel whisper-shouted to Mischa Bachinski, the guy who some who managed to sneak into his science class without the teacher even noticing. How the fuck was the even possible??? “Sorry Noel. Forgot I sat next to you.” Mischa replied, his accent became a little thicker when he whispered.
For some weird reason, Noel liked that. He liked it a lot.
“What difference does that make?” “Science is boring without poet.” “Thanks Misch”
Mischa slammed his hands on the table very quietly, “You did it again!” He whisper shouted. “Did what?” Noel asked, his arms doing outwards melodramatically.
“Call me that” Mischa pointed to Noel as he talked. To anyone else, it looked like he was getting told off. “For the love of God, Mischa, what?”
“Misch.”
Noel’s eyes slightly widened then closed shut before he turned away “whatareyoueventalkingabout”
“You know what I mean” Mischa said, elbowing Noel playfully while smiling. Noel didn’t have to look at him to know that he was smiling, he could hear it is the Ukrainian’s voice.
“Whatever” Noel said, smiling while still looking away. He elbowed Mischa back.
Noel didn’t know what they had going on, but it was comfortable. It felt nice. In all honesty, Mischa wasn’t sure either, but no way in hell would he confess. That was too sweet for his gangsta persona.
Also the fact that he loved Noel too much to handle being rejected by him.
So no, he wouldn’t ask. Not yet at least. But in the possibility that Ricky’s was right about Noel’s feelings for him too, he hoped Noel had more courage than himself.