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|Mischa:)|
|noel|
Could you come over?
Read 9:13pm
|mischa|
Of course, моя любов.
Sent 9:13pm
Noel threw his phone onto his bed, standing in front of his mirror.
Fuck. The fresh scars on his thighs were too low to wear shorts, and the last thing Noel wanted was his mom or (god forbid) Mischa to find out.
Of course, he had scars on his arms, but those were from years ago- before he moved to his thighs.
He needed to clean up the shattered picture frame that was thrown across his carpet- his mother had thrown it across the room in a fit of rage after cornering Noel in his own room, screaming in his face and slamming her fists against his chest so hard it left bruises. Noel never fought back though, vowing a while back that he would never lay hands on his mother like his father did, even if his mom swung at him with that crazy look in her eyes.
The older Noel got, the more he looked like her abusive ex husband, and Noel couldn't do anything about it.
Noel glanced at himself in the mirror, crossing his arms in front of him to hide his stomach, scowling at his appearance.
He should probably clean up the glass.
His socks were soft on the carpet as he scooped the shards into a bag, tossing it in the trash can in the corner of his room, grumbling to himself about the fact that now he had to get a new frame.
A buzz from his phone made him realize he should get some pants on, and he pulled an over sized tshirt over his head.
Mischa:)
|mischa|
I'm outside window
Sent: 9:27pm
Noel snorted and walked over to his window to unlock it. He'd told Mischa he could come through the front door but his boyfriend was adamant on coming through the window like a 'gangsta'.
"Hey, babe." Noel wrapped Mischa in a hug, burying his face in his shoulder.
"Ноель dear what's wrong? What happened to chest?" Mischa pulled back, eyebrows furrowed as he pulled down the boys collar a little to reveal more bruises across his chest and collar bone.
"It's okay, Mischa." Noel rubbed his face with a hand, feeling a lump form in his throat. "My mom had a freak out at work today and I think she got into one of her moods.
"Not fair for you." Mischa scowled, looking over at the bedroom door as if his mother was about to come barging in.
"It's not fair for her either. Not her fault her son looks exactly like his father." Noel looked away.
"Did you eat today?" Mischa led the other boy to the bed by his hands, a concerned look on his face.
"Yeah." Guilt swarmed Noel's stomach as he thought about the granola bar he'd eaten that day. He had been doing so good, but Ocean was standing there and he couldn't just not eat. "I had a granola bar."
"That's it? Can feel ribs through shirt, should eat more." Mischa's hands were on Noel's sides, pulling him into a hug that Noel didn't return.
"No I'm fine. My stomachs been hurting all day anyways I don't think I could keep anything else down." Noel curled in on himself, a disgusted look on his face as he thought about how awful he must look.
Mischa didn't respond, just pressing a kiss to the side of Noel's face.
"Here." Mischa pulled out his phone and started playing some music, pulling Noel up.
The boy scoffed and tried to argue but Mischa just hummed along and began to dance with Noel, spinning him around with a soft smile on his face.
They tried to be quiet, knowing Noel's mom was trying to sleep a few rooms over, but both kept giggling every time they tripped over each others feet.
Once the song was over Noel leaned forward to rest his head on Mischa's chest, a deep sigh leaving his throat as the other boy wrapped an arm around him, the other running through his hair.
"So glad we don't have school tomorrow." The black haired boy was mumbling, the two swaying back and forth as another soft song started playing. Noel secretly thanked whatever higher power that his beloved boyfriend wasn't playing his rap songs. Don't get Noel wrong, he loves them but... not really.
Then, Noel felt Mischas fingers running across his arms, a small hum leaving his throat.
"Ноель." Mischa's voice suddenly became serious. "Did you ever stop?"
Noel paused, pulling away from Mischa to look up at him before turning away, not even knowing what to say.
"Noel!" Mischa reached towards his boyfriend's shoulder but Noel shook him off, an ashamed look on his face. "Talk to me!"
"I don't want to talk about it." He picked at his fingernails, not caring as he ripped skin. "I know it's bad I know I need to stop I just- I don't know how!" Noel couldn't hold back the frustrated yell as he whirled around to face Mischa. "I can't- this is so unfair it's not even that serious!"
"Hey- hey Noel, breathe." Mischa rushed towards him, hand on his boyfriend's chest as Noel's chest heaved, anger and frustration clear on his face as tears started to roll down.
"It's so embarrassing." His voice was breaking now and Mischa held onto him carding his fingers through the boys dark hair.
"Nothing to be embarrassed of, моя любов, not your fault." Mischa's voice was low and Noel glanced down at his fingers, wincing at the slight blood and peeling paint.
"Can you stay the night?" Noel's voice was soft, but Mischa just nodded and took the boys hands, eyes sad. "Want to talk about it?" Mischa's dark eyes were filled with worry and Noel gave him a sad smile, shaking his head. "I'm just having a bad day, Misch." His voice was soft as he felt the others finger rub across his knuckles. They were roughly the same height, Noel only a bit shorter than Mischa so he had no problem with letting his head fall against the others shoulder, exhausted from everything that had happened in the past few hours.
"Fix this." Mischa was looking down at Noel's nails, the paint flaking off from the continued picking and the boy looked around the room for a moment before grabbing the few nail polish bottles that Noel had on his dresser, turning with a smile. "We can paint nails."
Noel held back a laugh, covering his mouth for a moment as he sniffed and sat down on the carpet.
"This isn't very good for your reputation, Mischa Bachinski." Noel grinned at him as his boyfriend mumbled something under his breath and placed a small towel down between them.
"Don't care. What color?" Mischa held up the nail polish.
"Black. We can match." Noel smiled at his boyfriend, holding out his hands as Mischa started to paint his nails.
He was really bad on it.
Noel held back a giggle as Mischa mumbled Ukrainian curses to himself, trying and failing to keep the brush from running across Noel's skin.
His hands were too shaky for this, and Noel was shaking a little bit with every laugh he let out.
"Hold still!" Mischa grumbled, looking defeated by the end of it as the ends of Noel's fingers might as well have been dipped in black paint.
"It looks amazing!" Noel laughed out loud, waving his hands around to dry.
"Don't want to talk about it." Mischa covered his face in shame, making Noel laugh harder as he moved the others hands from his face.
"It looks cool, babe. Don't worry about it." Noel leaned forward to kiss him, humming softly as Mischa kissed him back.
"Whatever. Now you do mine, Noel Gruber."