stupid alarm clock

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tw: abusive relationship, self harm

jeremys pov

"i love you..."

"you do?" i asked.

"yea..." michael said. "is that ok?"

"ok? of course it is! michael, this is amazing." i yell.

i wrap him in a hug and tackle him down on his bed. he giggles and peppers my face in kisses. i turn into a blushing, giggling mess.

"oh god, i love you." michael mumbled against my neck. i laughed and hug him tighter, rolling off of his chest and cuddling into his side.

"you better, mister. or else i'm out of heere." i mumble into his side.

"this is gonna sound weird, but it feels really good to hold you and cuddle you without saying 'no homo' because now it's all the homo." michael chuckled.

i hug him tighter and nod. entangling our legs, michael kisses my forehead. i lean in and am about to connect our lips when my alarm clock wakes me up.

i groan and wake up fully, slamming my hand onto alarm so it'll shut up.

great, the real world.

where michael and i are just friends and he's is an obvious abusive relationship. he won't listen to me when i say that eric is abusive. (idk i just thought of the squip but human)

it breaks my heart, because i could give him the world and treat him as he deserves, but he won't listen. michael comes into school with bruises all over and cuts on his arms, but those are from his fights with his own mind. i can tell he covers them up, but sometimes they're visible.

micha :) is online🟢

jerry: hey mike, good morning :)

micha :) : hey jere...

that's weird, he seems off.

jerry: you ok?

micha :) : listen i can't talk rn, gotta get to school.

jerry: oh ok, see you at school?

micha :) : yep

i roll my eyes and get ready for the day. i decide to actually look cute today and put on a retro button up shirt, tucked into some slightly baggy jeans.

(just imagine jeremy wearing this)

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(just imagine jeremy wearing this)

i grab my backpack, and smiled at the 'BOYF' still written on it. my smile faltered when i remembered eric made michael wash the 'RIENDS' off of his backpack.

i sighed sadly and slung it over my back, gripping the straps. i'll walk to school today.

~time squip to lunch~

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