Accents, nosebleeds and love songs
Monday 19th February
By the time Noel and Mischa arrived to Noel’s house, it was starting to become dark outside.
“Can’t believe is dark already” Mischa said, putting his coat on the coatrack that Noel had already put his on. Noel turned to face Mischa, his arms moving as he talked. “I know right! It usually isn’t this dark for like 3 more hours yet!”
To his little outburst, Mischa chuckled, sitting down on the massive chair next to him. To be honest, it might as well have been a sofa.
“I’m gonna go upstairs an’ get changed” Noel basically choked out, starting to walk upstairs. Mischa nodded. Noel took out his phone and began typing after he heard a notification. Mischa decided that taking out his phone was a good idea, something to keep him occupied for the next five hours that Noel took to get changed.
St Cassian Chamber Choir
Tide: Apparently we need to learn another new song, for the competition that is.
Angel<3: your taking the piss
Tide: I beg your pardon?
Theyoungestchild: Since when are we all British??? (I’m British)
Rickster: YOUR BRITISH
Theyoungestchild: My dad is British!!
Baker: Cool! I wish I was British :)
Misch<3: British does not sound like word anymore
Theyoungestchild: I used to live in a town near London and when I moved to Canada I got made fun of cause of my British accent :(
Baker: Oh no! :(
Theyoungestchild: I’m fine now! It just sucked a bit lol
Misch<3: Like I get made fun of cause of accent too?
Theyoungestchild: Yes! Like that
Baker: When we met you though, you didn’t have an accent?
Theyoungestchild: I lived in a different part of Canada before I moved to Uranium so by then my accent was barely there which sucks still cause I kinda liked it :(
Angel<3: I think accents are beautiful! Don’t let anyone make fun of your accent <3
Misch<3: I know that wasn’t aimed at me but that made me feel better to LOL
Tide: too*
Angel<3: Stfu Tide
Angel<3: It’s aimed at both of you <3
Misch<3: Also
Misch<3: Hurry up
Angel<3: Yeah yeah I’ll be down in a sec
About two minutes later Noel hurried down the stairs and ending up falling slightly, trying (and failing) to grab the wall to stop his fall.
When Mischa heard the noise of a crash in the direction of the stairs, Mischa grabbed his phone and ran to check what the loud noise was that had broken both of his eardrums. He was slightly surprised that they weren’t already broken due to his…loud taste in music.
“Ангел! You okay?”
Noel simply removed his head from the floor. He felt a sort of liquid on his face and recognised what it was instantly. His blood.
“A…what is called…eh nosebleed! You have that” Crouching down beside Noel, Mischa helped him up and to the kitchen sink where they could also grab a tea towel, hopefully a clean one, to stop the bleeding coming from Noel’s nose.
As Noel was leaning against the sink, covering his nose area with a tea towel, Mischa had never thought he looked prettier. What was he talking about? He needed to get this whole this sorted out.
Mischa was dying to tell Noel about his feelings, to confess his love! But Noel would never accept him like that, as his boyfriend.
For now, they were good as friends. That was okay. That was fine.
Damn, he was probably going to have to write a rap about this later
Not really what Mischa had planned. Right now he was up, writing lyrics. They didn’t go with a rap in his opinion. If only he had his guitar, the one at his adoptives house in the basement. The one that he had bought using the remainder of the money he was given by his mother when moving to Canada. That guitar was reserved for sad songs and love songs. He didn’t usually do that but on the off occasion that he did, his guitar was always by his side.
Currently, Noel was asleep. Currently, Mischa was humming lyrics to a rap song (love song) that was in the making.
This was the last thing Mischa thought he would be doing. Rightfully, he thought he would be asleep by now or watching a movie with Noel. But no, he was writing some stupid love song for some stupid boy-
No. Noel wasn’t just some stupid boy. He was Noel. He was the boy Mischa would do anything for.
That meant something.
Ripping out another test lyric page from his notebook, he sighed. He couldn’t keep doing this, he didn’t have many pages left and he didn’t have enough money to buy another.
It was overwhelming. He put everything away and laid on his air mattress that was reserved for when he didn’t want to be at ‘home’.
He began to text Ricky, the one person he knew would most likely be awake at an hour like this.
Mischa —————-> Ricky
Mischa: I have a problem
Ricky: Tell me