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Don't Trust Noel, Never Trust Noel

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Don’t Trust Noel, Never Trust Noel

Author’s Notes: Russell doesn’t trust Noel for cheating on him, but the question is how long can he resist him?(*Note: Julian & Noel are not a couple, they’re just friends in this one. Julian just pretends to like Noel just to get Russell jealous.)

Song: Don’t Trust Me-3OH!3
Couple: Russell/Noel

Black dress with the tights underneath
I’ve got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth
And she’s an actress but she ain’t got no need
She’s got money from her parents in a trust fund back east

Noel walked back stage from doing his stand-up, he wore a black shirt that covered his waist and black tight jeans underneath along with a sliver studded belt and red knee high boots.

Russell looked over at him from the leather couch, his mouth tasting like cigarettes from before. He watched Noel smiled, and give people his signature grin on stage. Noel was such an actor sometimes, that it blurred the lines between reality and non-fiction.

Noel was so good at acting happy, but he had no need for doing it professionally anymore since they stopped the Boosh for a while. But Noel was gonna be okay money wise; his parents were loaded well that’s what Russell heard.

T-t-tongues always press to your cheeks
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl’s teeth
You tell your boyfriend, if he says he’s got beef
That I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fuckin scared of him

After the show, Russell, Noel and Julian went to a club. Noel kept looking at Russell from the corner of his eyes, smirking as Julian kissed his neck and licked his cheek like a dog. But Russell could careless, and had his tongue in some stranger’s mouth.

Noel got angry, and told Julian. He told Julian that Russell was ignoring his little show for Russell. Julian got up, and pulled Russell up slamming him on the wall. “My Noel is putting on a show for you, so you better watch or I’ll beat you down.”

Russell raised an eyebrow, and smirked. “I don’t want your beefy fist, Ju, one because I’m a vegetarian and two, I’m not fucking scared of you.” Russell released himself from Julian’s iron grip and walked off into the mass of dancers and neon lights.

She wants to touch me, woo ooh
She wants to love me, woo ooh
She’ll never leave me, woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh
Don’t trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won’t trust a ho ‘cause the ho won’t trust me

As Russell made it to the bar in the club, Noel came up from behind him and hugged his waist laying his head on Russell’s shoulder. “Wot are you doing, Noel?” “I just wanna touch you, Russ and show you my love for you.” Russell rolled his eyes, and got out of Noel’s grip walking away from Noel.

Noel never left Russell, nor did he want too. Noel finally cornered Russell, he whispered seductively in his ear. “Trust me, Russ and I’ll make all your dreams come true.” Noel was obviously drunk, and Russell had this code.

Never trust easy people, which in other words never trust hoes especially if their drunk. “I can’t trust you to make my dreams come true, Noel.” Noel pouted, and looked up at Russell; his big blue eyes slightly bloodshot.

“Why not, Russell?” Russell smirked, “Because you won’t trust me any other day to make your fantasies come true, Noel.” With that, Russell walked out of the dirty bathroom leaving Noel confused and rejected.

X’s on the back of your hands
Washed them in the bathroom to drink like the bands
And the set list, you stole of the stage
Has red and purple lipstick all over the page

The next night, the boys went out to a different club from the night before. But this time, Russell noticed something on Noel’s hands. He saw two big black X’s made from a black sharpie.

He raised his eyebrow at them, and took Noel’s hands looking at the X’s. “What are theses, Noel?” “X’s, you berk! What the fuck do you think they are?!” Noel was drunk; he could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Go wash them off.” Noel glared at Russell, and went to the bathroom to do what he was told. Russell waited for Noel to come out, but his curiosity got the better of him after 30 minutes of waiting.

Russell entered the bathroom, and saw Noel drinking on the bathroom floor; the X’s faded to a dull gray on the back of his hands. Russell walked over to him to take the alcohol from him, but saw a list next to Noel instead.

He picked up the list, and saw it was just a set list but strangely it had lip gloss stains all over it. Russell rolled his eyes, and picked Noel up and took him home.

B-b-bruises cover your arms
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm
And the best is no one knows who you are
Just another girl alone at the bar

The next night, Russell went over to Noel’s place to see how he is, but didn’t find him at his flat. Russell sighed, and went to the closes bar near by. When Russell found him, Noel was wearing a black short sleeve shirt with Mik Jagger on it.

But the thing that was brought to Russell’s attention was the bruises on Noel’s arms. Some were faded, and some were still purple and fresh. Russell’s eyebrows knitted together as he walked closer to Noel.

He saw Noel’s hand was shaking like he was scared, Russell looked around and found no one familiar and no fans of Noel’s so that was a good thing. No one knew Noel here besides Russell, and to people just passing by Noel just looked like another girl or guy if they had good eyes alone at the bar at night.

She wants to touch me, woo ooh
She wants to love me, woo ooh
She’ll never leave me, woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh
Don’t trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won’t trust a ho ‘cause the ho won’t trust me

Russell took Noel home from the bar that he found him in, and all Noel kept doing was touching him. “Wot are you doing, Noel?” “Mmm, just touchin’ ya,” Noel was calm which was sometimes strange. “Any reason why you’re touchin me?”

Noel looked up at Russell, as he set him down on the couch. “’Cause I wanna love you again, Russell, I miss you. Remember the old times?” “You mean when you ripped my heart out and stomped on it?” “N-No,” “Forget it, Noel! You had your chance, and by the way I don’t trust hoes.”

Russell turned on his sliver cowboy boots, and walked out leaving a crushed Noel in his leavings.

Shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips
I said shush girl, shut your lips
Do the Helen Keller and talk with yours hips

It was two weeks after Russell left Noel at his flat, drunk and wanting him back. Russell sat on his sofa, petting his cat while he drank some brandy from a shot glass.

Then, Russell heard a knock at the door; he stood up letting his cat fall on his four legs and trot off somewhere. Russell finished off his brandy, and went to answer the door.

He opened it, and saw Noel; sober and looking up at him with big innocent blue eyes. “Russell, please can we talk?” Russell raised an eyebrow, and just shrugged moving aside for Noel to step inside.

“Russell, I think we should-..” Noel was cut off by Russell putting his finger to his lips, “Don’t talk, dance for me and let your hips do the talking.” Noel began to blush, but nodded anyway.

Russell sat down on the couch, and watched as Noel swayed his hips in front of him. Russell watched him intently, and smirked as he remember some of these moves for when him and Noel were going out and when Noel would dance to get him in the mood.

Finally, Russell stood up and kissed Noel putting his hands on Noel’s hips. “Your hips have said enough,” With that, Russell took Noel’s hand, and walked him to the bedroom they used to share.

She wants to touch me, woo ooh
She wants to love me, woo ooh
She’ll never leave me, woo ooh, woo ooh, ooh ooh
Don’t trust a ho, never trust a ho
Won’t trust a ho ‘cause the ho won’t trust me

The next morning, Russell woke up to find a naked Noel drawing tiny circles in his chest. Russell giggled, and rubbed Noel’s back softly making Noel look up at him and smile cutely.

“Wot are you doing?” “Touchin ya.” Russell smiled, and rolled his eyes. “Well, can I love you now?” “Will you leave me?” “Never again,” “Okay then, but I still don’t trust hoes.”

Noel giggled, and nodded kissing his now reformed lover.