Mischa was sitting in a chair, with his typical bad boy man-spread. He was very bored as Ocean was lecturing them. He looks over at Noel who was sitting beside him, picking at his black nail polish. He felt funny.. The past few days when he looked at Noel, he felt nervous and embarrassed. It was weird.. He tried his best to ignore it.

“Hey, Noel.. How could she have speech prepared for dis moment?”