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Noel: Hey, Mischa. Can I talk to you for a sec?
Mischa: Sure, what's up?
Noel: Well, I've been meaning to tell you something for a while, but I didn't know how to say it.
Mischa: You can tell me anything, Noel. You're my friend.
Noel: Thanks, Mischa. You're a good friend. But...I want to be more than friends.
Mischa: What do you mean?
Noel: I mean...I like you, Mischa. I like you a lot. More than anyone else in this stupid choir.
Mischa: You...you do?
Noel: Yes, I do. And I know it's crazy, because we're both dead and stuck in this weird limbo with a creepy fortune teller and a bunch of other losers. But I can't help how I feel. You make me happy, Mischa. You make me feel alive.
Mischa: Wow, Noel. I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, really. But...
Noel: But what?
Mischa: But...I don't feel the same way about you.
Noel: Oh.
Mischa: I'm sorry, Noel. I really am. You're a great guy, and you deserve someone who loves you back. But that's not me.
Noel: Why not? Is it because I'm gay? Because I'm not like the other boys? Because I'm different?
Mischa: No, no, it's not that at all. I don't care about that stuff. You're perfect just the way you are.
Noel: Then what is it? What's wrong with me?
Mischa: Nothing's wrong with you, Noel. It's just...I'm in love with someone else.
Noel: Who?
Mischa: Ocean.
Noel: Ocean? Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg? The bitchy cheerleader who hates everyone and everything?
Mischa: Yeah, her.
Noel: How can you love her? She's awful!
Mischa: She's not awful, Noel. She's misunderstood. She has a good heart underneath all that sarcasm and attitude. She's smart and funny and beautiful and brave. And she loves me back.
Noel: She does?
Mischa: Yeah, she does. We've been secretly dating for a few months now. We were going to tell everyone after the ride, but then...well, you know what happened.
Noel: Wow. I had no idea.
Mischa: I'm sorry, Noel. I didn't mean to hurt you. Can we still be friends?
Noel: I don't know, Mischa. This is a lot to take in.
Mischa: Please, Noel. Don't be mad at me. Don't be mad at Ocean either. We didn't mean to keep this from you. We just wanted to be happy.
Noel: Happy? How can you be happy in this place? How can you be happy when we're all doomed to die again?
Mischa: Because we have each other, Noel. Because we have love. And love is stronger than death.
Noel: Is it?
Mischa: Yes, it is. And maybe someday you'll find someone who loves you too. Someone who makes you happy.
Noel: Maybe.
Mischa: Trust me, Noel. There's someone out there for everyone. Even for us.
Noel: Thanks, Mischa. You're very sweet.
Mischa: No problem, Noel. You're very brave.
Noel: So...are we cool?
Mischa: Yeah, we're cool.
Noel: Good.
Mischa: Good.