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Michael Mell definitely has a tik tok account.
In fact, just five minutes ago he posted a video of him attempting the Oh Nanana dance. And by attempting I mean nailing with a surprising amount of expertise. He may be a smol chubby boi but he can move. It’s one of the few things he likes about himself.
And if it happens to earn him any special attention then that’s just a bonus.
It has taken some time but finally Daniella’s features have begun to heal from their assault. The plum bruises and stark scarlet gashes which littered her features have flecked away with minimum scarification. And although her right eye remains lidded as she fights to reinstate her vision, she can finally conceal her assault underneath a film of makeup.
Still, there’s a small part of her which wonders if Derby is looking for her. Or worse - maybe her stepbrother doesn’t actually care about her at all.
// Michael decides, through a restless brain fogged over by fruit and rum, to stumble toward the karaoke stage. He has watched Rich curl close to his boyfriend’s hip for far too long and the little tipsy devil planted on Michael’s shoulder encourages him to make his point known.
There is plenty of pointing. Gyrating. Hip-spinning. And he replaces ‘you shout out Chris’ with ‘you shout for this’ and pointing at himself.
He thinks it comes across as strict and imposing, washing his hands of the nameless relationship budding between the two of them.
It just comes across as infatuated instead.
Michael is so unbelievably anxious about his own inadequacies that he struggles to let Rich see the real him. Because Rich is handsome and energetic and he sings along to the music louder than Michael does. And his taste in alcohol is exquisite. He tries to flirt as effectively as he can before his fear of falling takes over; touching Rich a little too much before devolving into his defensive nature. A little mean. A little bitchy.
And then ‘Temperature’ comes on. And the pina coladas in his stomach has him flowing onto the dancefloor. He doesn’t quite drag Rich with him but he does give him a show.
Michael is not jealous. He is absolutely, unbelievably, incredibly un-jealous. Absolutely. The fact that his best friend is talking about sitting on the face of his unrequited crush is just fine. They’d be hot together. Absolutely delicious. And he’s not. jealous. at. all.
Currently, Michael has never felt more like an impulsive virgin. Because Rich smells incredible. And his eyes seem to glow that bit brighter underneath the moonlight. And he doesn’t judge him for the large noodles stuffed into his mouth.
And, fuck, he thinks Michael is funny. Or maybe that’s pity.
Somer is ravenous. He hasn’t eaten in weeks. Has been fighting his primal instincts, the incessant hunger which has been clawing inside his stomach. Salome - carefree and inconsequential being that she is - is not around to provide him with substance. In fact, she has deliberately distanced herself from Somer just to see him squirm.
And squirm he is.
This is a different side of him. He is not the bright, shimmering and delighted being he is known for. He is not sunshine and rainbows. He is carnal. He is needy.
He is close to doing something drastic.
