Immersion:
Well... IMMERSION WAS BLOODY BRILLIANT! So yeah had to do a fanfic hahah this is Mavin ofcourse.
Summary: Michael checks up on Gavin who has slunked away after the Immersion video.
He felt like shit, he was going to kill that Burnie when he next sees him. Michael staggered away from the car, he grimaced as he looked at his vomit bag. But in an instant he was right by Gavin, almost shoving it in the Brits' face, even chasing him down the track. Poor Gavin couldn't take much more, before throwing up himself, causing the Jersey man to laugh.
However when they were at the presentation and was handed over two bottles of milk, Michael saw for real how bad Gavin looked, he was ghostly pale, and no longer smiled.
So ofcourse when the shooting was over and everyone was packing up, Michael was obviously the only one to see Gavin sneak away behind the stalls. Michael instantly followed, a bad feeling brewing in his already empty stomach.
"Gav?" Michael called out as he turned a corner. He paused when he saw Gavin hunched over his knees, puking up white vomit, from an unhealthy overdose of milk. Gavin gagged as he tried to hold back the sick, but his gag reflexes wouldn't allow it, he continued to spew, his throat burning and his lungs aching.
"Ah shit..." Michael shook his head as he slowly approached his boy.
"Bloody hell..." Gavin choked, tears had sprung to his eyes from the pain. He had dumped the ridiculous gear that immersion required they wear, for fear of him getting sick on it, now it splayed on the ground a few feet away. He felt the cool air from the shadows on his skin and it made him slightly better.
"Gavin, are ya okay buddy?" Michael asked as he reached the boy and began to rub soothing circles on his back. Gavin groaned as he nodded his head.
"That was bloody awful..." Gavin said.
"Yeah... It was nasty" Michael contributed.
"You didn't help either you pleb" Gavin somewhat chuckled.
"Yeah I guess not... I'm sorry about that" Michael was truly sincere as he said this. Gavin heaved again, catching them both ofguard.
"Jesus... I don't think there's a bag big enough for all that" Michael tried to joke, Gavin gave a low grumble of a chuckle, he spat out the nasty remnants that lingered in his mouth. If anything made him vomit it was the taste of vomit already.
"God I need a drink" Gavin groaned.
"Well there's plenty of milk" Even Michael winced when he said the word.
"Not funny you doughnut" Gavin huffed, he stood upright, albeit a little shakily.
"You feeling ok now?" Michael gave him a questioning look. Gavin nodded.
"What about you?" Gavin returned. Michael had actually thrown up in the car, and Gavin was a little bit happy that it was not him.
"Yeah I'm better now I'm out of that car" Michael replied. Gavin agreed, and then something caught his eye, Michael was wearing his diamond necklace and it made him smile.
"What cha looking at?" Michael quirked. Gavin just pointed to the diamond pendant, Michael smiled in return, his dimple becoming apparent.
"You wear this all the time" Gavin stated. Today he also wore his necklace, just it was hidden under his top.
"Yeah... Team nice dynamite right?" Michael beamed.
"Team nice dynamite" Gavin repeated.
"Come on let's get you a drink" Michael said and the two of them headed back to the group of friends. Hopefully they'll have water. But as they approached they sa everyone drinking milk, so when they offered the two boys the white drink, it was only natural that the two threw up in front of everyone.
"Eww"
"Gross"
"Oh come on!"
"Hehe... Team nice dynamite"
End hahahaha