Noachael stories<33

4/9/23

Noah's pov:
Obviously, Michael was upset this day has came. So I told him to stay with his family all day till eight pm which is when they all go into their rooms and do whatever. So he did. He was a lot happier with them, I felt bad but we can't stay here forever. He was still upset but hid it. That's when I got an idea. I got up and grabbed my stuff walking out and into the nearest store. I found some washable markers, bought them and went back home.

It was eight when Michael came back, shutting the door behind him, he jumped onto me.
"Sshh, it's okay to be upset okay? I know it's hard for you but I have a present for you." I whisper
My shirt was already off. I grabbed the washable markers from the desk and handed it too him.
"Huh..?" He said wiping his eyes
"Look at this."
"Mhm, it's a pack of washable markers, remember you were asking if you could colour in my tattoos?"
"Oh yeah-" he replies
"Mhm." I smiled
"Can I colour in your tattoos?" He asked
"Yeah Bubba, that's why I bought them. I'm a live colouring book" I chuckled
"So I can do whatever I want?"
"Yeah, I don't care what you do baby, you can draw flowers on me and maybe you can write whatever you want all over me."
"I have this little guy that you can colour in." I show him the tattoo on my hip.
"He looks like a chad."
"I know, he does look like a chad, it's a bit of unfortunate."
He grabbed a brown marker starting to draw on the so called "Chad"
"Okay that is so very luscious hair." I praise him
"Can I draw abs on him?" He asks
"Yeah, okay, yeah, draw abs on him"
He uses my abs as an example.
"Yeah- fantastic! What is that?"
I started to count how many abs were drawn
"Oh wow a twelve pack, wow those exist?"
"It's not" he pouts
"What no- no baby, you do whatever you want, it's very realistic I love it!"

It was now ten pm, Michael fell asleep. Right, time to go. I wore on my shirt again, grabbing all our suitcases when I heard a knock. Fuck. I get up to go open it, Francis.
"Oh uh- sorry." He apologizes
"What's wrong?" I ask
"I had a nightmare... Can I sleep with you lot...?" He mumbles
Fuck.
"Come in." I say closing the door behind him
"Francis, me and Michael are leaving today, right now actually." I mumble
"Oh." I could tell he was upset now
He goes to sit down on the bed and take Michael holding him close, Michael squirms and hugs Francis.
"I'm sorry. I'm gonna bring Michael back though, I was planning for new years but now i want you too choose, when do you want Michael back for?" I sit down next to him
"Christmas. It's family tradition and we haven't celebrated Christmas with Michael in ages." He mutters
"Okay sure, I'll bring him here right before Christmas maybe on the twenty third, here though, it's the letter for you and your family. Michael said he wanted me to take him back home when it was night, when you were all asleep, so you guys wouldn't be upset until you read the letter tomorrow morning, Michael didn't want to end up seeing you guys upset so he said this was the best time for him and for you lot." I explain handing him the letter
"Oh. I mean it's not that long till Christmas. Only two more months." Francis sighs kissing Michael's forehead as he holds the letter in his hands
"Does Michael have your guys number? I'm sure you guys can call" I say
"Not really, where is Michael's phone?" He asks
I go through the bags till I find Michael's phone I hand it too Francis and he adds his number handing it back to me, I add his number into Michael's contacts. He hands Michael to me.
"I guess I'll go back to my room." He sighs standing up
"I mean you can stay with Michael till you fall asleep, at least you'll have Michael at your side till your asleep and then I'll take him home."
"Really?" He asks
"Really, go on lay down." I lay Michael on my side of the bed
Francis joins cuddling Michael shutting his eyes.

Francis had fell asleep, I slightly moved Michael away from his grasp. I felt really bad now. I had already put our belongings into the yacht and now it was just Michael. The letter was still in Francis's hands, I took it from his hands and propped it onto the pillow.
"Goodbye Francis." I whisper and left.