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Mischa was happy. He was happy and stress-free for the first time in a long time. He had confessed to the boy that he had some feelings for some time now, and even with the heartbreak of breaking up with his girlfriend, Talia, they were still good friends. School and choir were a lot more bearable; it was great!
Well, if you didn't count the Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg situation.
Before…that, both of them couldn't stand each other. Ocean thought he was a delinquent gangster wannabe who couldn’t handle authority, and Mischa thought she was a little orphan asshole with control issues. Neither of them was thrilled when they had to work on that project together.
It was finished quickly, Mischa determined to get her out, but it got out of hand, and with the mix of alcohol…
The two ended up sleeping with each other.
So, after clearing up the fact that neither of them wanted anything with each other, they went back to not talking. They just pretend that nothing happened, because if they acknowledged it would imply it meant more.
Which it didn’t.
Funnily enough, the situation pushed Mischa into confessing to Noel, his poet.
They had been together for a month. Mischa had just dropped Noel off, who leaned into his car window and kissed him.
“Bye, handsome.” Noel grins, cupping his face. Mischa smiles back, leaning into the touch, “я кохаю тебе, poet…”
“I am going to assume that it was a good thing and not an insult,” Noel said, pulling back. Mischa laughs, “I would never insult you, my poet-”
His phone rings in his pocket. The two turn to it as his phone buzzes in his pocket. Mischa sighs and turns to Noel, “You better go, it's kinda cold and I don't want you to freeze.” Mischa said, looking at the phone and freezes for a moment.
Ocean Rosenberg (Ginger Asshole) is calling you…
Mischa freezes, and Noel doesn't fail to notice.
“Misch? Are you okay?” Mischa takes a deep breath and turns to him and smiles, “No worries, poet, I am fine.”
“You sure?” Mischa nods and kisses his hand before letting go, “I'm okay, good night, Любий. I love you.” Noel blushes and moves back, “Love you too, Mon cher,” and Mischa looks to see Noel go into his house before answering the call.
What was this about? They haven't talked one-to-one in weeks. Maybe something bad happened? No, no way, if something happened, he wouldn't contact him,
“Hello?”
“Mi-Mischa, hey- I-” He hears her take a deep breath. “Are you alone right now?”
Mischa looks back at Noel’s house, a wave of dread going through him. “Uh, yeah, just dropped Noel off at his house, what's up?”
“I have to tell you something to tell you, and we gotta discuss this.”
“Okay? Do you need help?” Mischa asks, leaning against his car chair.
“Uhm, yeah…Can you pick me up at my house? I-I I can't be here, in my house-”
“Так, of course. Wait outside and give me your address.” Mischa said, putting the phone down next to him, the call going on as he put the car in reverse.
Mischa could hear her crying, and for all the time he had known her-
-Ocean never cries.
She continues to cry quietly, but he can hear the occasional sobs. He couldn't help but feel scared. What happened to her that caused her to cry? And why did she call him?
Soon enough, he made it to her house. The smell of weed and compost overpowers the chilly air. Mischa decides to keep his emotions in check, no matter how he feels. Ocean wasn't well, and she needed support from someone, and he supposed he would be it.
Then, after a minute, he sees Ocean come out of her house. She wore a pink hoodie and sweatpants. She spotted Mischa and went towards the car, sliding into the passenger seat.
They were silent for a moment, Oceans puffy eyes the only thing Mischa could register in the moment. He was nervous, what had happened?
“Mischa, I’m pregnant.”
“…oh.”
Oh.
The world stopped spinning, Mischa felt his heart drop to his stomach.
“…For reals?” Was all he could muster up.
Ocean nods, bringing her knees up to her face. “Yeah, and don’t bother asking because it’s yours… You're the only one I’ve ever done it with.”
Mischa was silent. The world fell quiet. He could tell Ocean felt sick, she had been crying, and hell he felt sick too. What do you do in a situation like theirs? Getting pregnant as a teen in Bumfuck nowhere Saskatchewan?
“…Shit.” Mischa breathed, Ocean didn’t bother to correct him, “What…Do you want to do?”
Ocean looks up at him, confused, “Wha-Your asking me about this?”
“I mean…yeah? Your the one carrying the kid. You have more say in this than I do…I’ll be for real, I’m scared shitless right now but…I appreciate you told me, and whatever you plan to do, I’ll support you.” He said easily, a lot smoother than he imagined.
Ocean looks at him, like so much weight left her, and leans back in her chair a bit, looking forward towards the night sky.
“I…I am not sure. I know I want a kid, but that’s in the future so I didn’t give too much thought into it because I thought it would never happen but…” She turns to look at him, “…What’s you opinion, Mischa? Should I keep it?”
Mischa thinks for a moment, weighs the pros and cons. Mischa always wanted to be a father, no doubt, he wanted to raise a child of his own and help mold them into someone who would do good, but did he think he wanted one now? With a person he wasn’t even remotely romantically interested in? Especially since he had a relationship with Noel…
“I think…I'd want to keep it.” Mischa said, turning back to Ocean. “I’ve always wanted kids, sure this is a bit strange in terms of becoming a dad but…I don’t know…I think it could work. It will be hard but…” he looks down at her stomach, a warmth pooling in his chest, “I can’t help but want to try,”
Ocean stares at her tummy, then starts to rub it gently. “You…plan too stay?”
Mischa blinks, “Of course? It be a pretty dick move to leave you and the hypothetical kid.” He tilts his head, “Unless you don’t want it, then it’s totally cool…Like I said, I’ll support you. Because unlike my own dad, I wanna show up.”
Ocean cringes slightly before softly smiling, the weight on her shoulders seemingly lightening just a bit.
“Thanks, Mischa…I still don’t know but I just- wanted to let you know.” She admits, “It just- it’s really big. If I have this kid, it derails all the years of planning I’ve done, and it might make my road to becoming prime minister even harder, then again…” she looks at her stomach again, “…The thought of having them is…enticing. I don’t know if I’m ready, or if I want to have it but…”
Mischa puts a hand on her shoulder, “You don’t have to decide right now. You still have time, and whatever you do-”
“I know, you have my back.” Ocean replied, rolling her eyes a bit.
“What?! It’s true!” Mischa bites back, a slight grin on his face.
The tension from earlier seemed to melt away slightly, because they both knew, whatever they decided, whatever life wanted to throw at them, they'd help each other.
They were tethered together, after all.
It was two days later during English class (Mischa's least favourite subject.) when he received a text from Ocean.
Messages with Ocean (Ginger Asshole)
Hey, I decided to keep the baby.
But we are keeping this a secret as long as we can.
I mean it, don’t tell anyone.
Mischa sucks in a breath, replying as quickly as the message was sent.
Kk but secret from everyone?
We arnt telling your parents?
Not until we figure it all out.
Why? There someone you wanna tell?
Noel.
He should know.
Shoot, I forgot about that…
Is
Is it okay to hold off telling him? For now at least?
Y?
It’s embarrassing. Plus, he doesn’t need to know right now.
We have to focus on figuring out how to co parent a child we’re both having whilst not being in love.
Which reminds me
Can we talk after school? So we can clear budgeting and time and other stuff.
Mischa frowns, he wants to tell Noel, he deserves to know. He also wants Ocean to be comfortable, she is having his kid after all
fine we dont tell Noel rn
but we tell him after a month.
I’m alright with that. Now about budgeting?
ye I can make it.
Mischa sighs, then quickly switches to a different dm.
Messages with Noel Gruber (Poet)
yo, poet
I’m rlly srry but I cant come over later
I got a diff science project I gotta work on with Ocean
Is it okay if we reschedule?