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Mischa Bachinski created chat

BADEGG added 𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀

BADEGG added RICKY:3

BADEGG added penny lamb

BADEGG added Connie!

BADEGG added Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg

BADEGG changed chat name to CHOIR

CHOIR

BADEGG: ‼️HELLO‼️‼️

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: why did you make this

BADEGG: FATHER MARCUS TOLD ME TO MAKE CHOIR CHAT

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: why not ocean

BADEGG: BECAUSE OCEAN DOESNT KNOW HOW TO

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: What?

BADEGG OH

BADEGG: HI

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: I don’t see why this is necessary? We have Google Chats already.

Connie!: we do?

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: Oh my gosh.

RICKY:3: help

RICKY:3: penny nearly just burned my house down

penny lamb: no i didnt!!

RICKY:3: YOU LITERALLY DROPPED A CANDLE?? THAT WAS LIT??

BADEGG: IT WAS LIT⁉️⁉️🔥🔥🔥

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: not that kind of lit misch

BADEGG: AW

RICKY:3 sent a video

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: WHY ARE YOU CHASING HER WITH A LIGHTER

BADEGG: CAN WE DO THAT TO OCEAN

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: Why me?

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: because youre annoying

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: Frick you.

penny lamb: omaugeg ocnan!!!

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: I can barely tell what you just said.

BADEGG: SHE SAID LANAGUEG OCEAN‼️‼️‼️

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: Why does nobody know how to type?

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: i cna tyepk beyr wlel

BADEGG: ME YOO

RICKY:3: giys my jeyboard is mesgsed up trudt

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: I hate all of you.

Connie!: even me? :(

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: No Constance, not you.

Connie!: yippe :3

BADEGG opened DM with 𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀

BADEGG: HI POET

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: hi

BADEGG: AM BORED

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: thats unfortunate

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: i am too tho

BADEGG: YOU SHOULD COME TO MY HOUSE

BADEGG: WE CAN WATCH MOVIE OR SOMETHINF

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: ill have to check with my mom

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: wait a minute

BADEGG: OKAY‼️‼️

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: okay she said she couldnt give two shits

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: so ill see you soon

BADEGG: THAT IS GOOD I THINK

BADEGG: BYE

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀 closed DM with BADEGG

RICKY:3: there is absolutely nothing to do on this lameass sunday afternoon

BADEGG: ME AND POET WERE TALKING ABOUT THAT

BADEGG: IS SO BORINF‼️‼️

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: Why do you type in all caps? It’s giving me a headache.

BADEGG: BECAUSE IS MORE EDPERSSIFE‼️‼️

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: More what?

BADEGG: EXOERWSIVE

BADEGG: EDPERRISFE

BADEGG: EDPRESSUVE

BADEGG: EXPRESSIVE

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: It just looks like you’re constantly yelling, though.

BADEGG: YOU WILL LIVE

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: unfortunately

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: Be quiet.

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Noel speed-walked towards the Ukrainian boy’s house, the cold air nipping at his face. His hands were shoved in his coat pockets. He was incredibly grateful for actually having a good coat this year.

He finally arrived after about 10 minutes of walking as quickly as he could in the freezing cold February weather. It had snowed the previous night and there was still dark coloured slush left over from it.

He knocked.

Knock knock.

No answer.

Knock knock knock.

He knocked even more rapidly now, not wanting to spend another second outside.

Mischa opened the door.

”Poet, hi. Sorry for not answering.”

He apologised, opening the basement door for Noel to come in. Noel nodded in thanks.

”You’re good.”

He kicked his shoes off as he entered, glancing around the tiny basement. It was just the same as he remembered. A busted up twin-sized mattress in the corner of the room, a small wooden desk covered in loose papers and pens in the other corner, a kitchenette with the bare minimum, and a very low door connecting to a bathroom that was suitable for anyone under 157cm. Unfortunately Mischa was about 177cm.

There was a minute of awkward silence before Mischa spoke up.

”Do you want to do something now?”

Awkwardass way to start a conversation.

”Yeah sure. You still have your laptop, right?”

Noel took his coat off and placed it next to his shoes, as Mischa didn’t have a coat hanger or anything of the sort.

”Mhm. We can watch Saw V,” he suggested, smiling. Noel couldn’t help but smile back ever-so-slightly. Mischa’s smile was always so contagious.

”Pshh yeah. Or we can watch the Titanic or The Blue Angel or something,” he proposed, walking over to Mischa’s mattress and sitting on it. It was kind of sad. This whole huge house and all Mischa got was the bare minimum in his life, and because of what? Because he was some kid with pent up rage and various other emotions from everything that he had gone through? He didn’t do anything wrong. Noel found it incredibly unfair. He stared at a piece of wallpaper that had started to tear.

”We always watch that. Maybe we can watch something new?”

Noel thought about that for a minute. Obviously he would prefer to watch his all time favourite, but if he still got to spend time with Mischa it would maybe still be okay.

”Fine. Choose something good though.”

In the end Mischa ended up picking Ratatouille. Just what Noel wanted, a stupid movie on a rat controlling a human. Mischa seemed to like it though, so Noel forced himself to not care.

They both sat on Mischa’s mattress, the laptop on the Ukrainian boy’s lap. His laptop was actually pretty new, so the sound and video quality was pretty good.

CHOIR

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: Hello everybody! Father Marcus wanted me to inform you all that we will meet afterschool on Wednesday, not Thursday. 😊 See you all there!

RICKY:3: why the hell do you text like my mother

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: ?

RICKY:3: fym ?

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: What does ‘fym’ mean?

penny lamb: fuck you mean

Oean O’Connell Rosenberg: Langauge.

penny lamb: fuck

penny lamb: shit

penny lamb: balls

RICKY:3: cock

penny lamb: i should add my brother

RICKY:3: YEAHHH EZRA

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: He isn’t in the choir, therefore he can’t join this.

penny lamb: yes he can

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: No he can’t?

penny lamb added LIL EZ’

penny lamb: HI EZ :3

LIL EZ’: what

LIL EZ’: why did i get added to this

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: I do not know.

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: Just leave the chat.

LIL EZ’: ermm.. no thanks 😇😇

penny lamb: sorry thats our pet nerd please ignoee her

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: I am not a pet nor a nerd.

Connie!: are you sure abut that?

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg: Constance!

Connie!: sorry

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Noel was getting absolutely fed up with his phone constantly dinging, so he whipped it out of his pocket and put it on silent. Then he checked where all of these messages were coming from.

The groupchat was what he least expected. Obviously the choir were like... mostly friends.. but they weren’t super close. They all had different friends groups or just none at all. Like Noel and Constance. They were considered ‘loners’ at their school. It was a stupid nickname, it sounded so cliché to Noel. As if he were in an old copy-paste highschool movie.

He glanced at Mischa for a second before texting the group chat. Yep, he was still completely consumed by the movie. It was honestly really funny to Noel.

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𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀 sent a photo

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: he hasn’t looked away for a second

RICKY:3: IS THAT RATTATOUILLE

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: yep

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: misch chose it not me just saying

RICKY:3: I LOVE RATTATOUILLE

LIL EZ’: me too

LIL EZ’: it’s so good‼️

RICKY:3: IKR

BADEGG: i do not like the woman with greasy hair

BADEGG: she needs to wash it

LIL EZ’: colette?

LIL EZ’: i don’t really like her either tbh

LIL EZ’: i like remy 

RICKY:3: i like alfredo he is sooo silly

LIL EZ’: he’s so quirky and not like other girls

penny lamb: like you

LIL EZ’: yes exactly

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They were about halfway through the movie when Noel decided he needed a break for a minute or two and decided to use the bathroom.

”I’ll be right back. You don’t need to pause it.” he mumbled, standing up awkwardly. He had been pressed against the wall for the past half hour and had barely moved so he was incredibly stiff. Mischa moved out of the way a tiny bit and nodded at Noel in a temporary goodbye. Noel stood up carefully and stepped over Mischa before beginning to swiftly walk over to the miniature bathroom in the basement.

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𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀sent a private message to RICKY:3

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: hey so you know how you said that you ship me and misch

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: first off, fuck you for that

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: secondly, i think you might be on to something

RICKY:3: NOELS IN LOVE!!!

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: i mean i wouldn’t say it’s love but

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: it isn’t platonic either

RICKY:3: aw i support ur homosexuality

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: i hate you

RICKY:3: no u don’t!!!!

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: ok you’re right but still

RICKY:3: ur with him rn right?

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: not at this moment

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: i ran to the bathroom

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: he’s in the other room tho

RICKY:3: damn u can’t even be alone in a room with him for more than 30 minutes?

RICKY:3: gaaaay

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: im never asking for your help again

RICKY:3: U WANTED HELP??? U COULDVE JUST SAID SOMETHING???

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: i thought it was obvious :(

RICKY:3: nope

RICKY:3: anyways, thank u for asking the BEST wingman ever :3

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: im second guessing this now

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: maybe i should ask penny

RICKY:3: NO!!!! im a good wingman i swear

RICKY:3: i swear on oceans life

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: that isnt much to swear on

RICKY:3: correct ^_^

RICKY:3: aaanyways

RICKY:3: u should make a move on him

RICKY:3: like during a boring part of the movie

RICKY:3: so that his full attention is on u

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: I CANT MAKE A MOVE ON HIM

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: THAT JUST WOULDNT WORK

𝓝𝓸𝓮𝓵 🥀: fuck ive been in here for so long hes going to think im.. yeah..

RICKY:3: get out of there before he thinks ur a freak!!!