Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

new years eve

you already know the drill

jeremys pov
it's new year's eve! you know what that means, everyone kissing while i sit on the corner, single.

i do have a crush, but he definitely doesn't feel the same and we're best friends, if would just ruin everything. i'd rather die single than ruin my 12 year friendship with michael.

he's just so cute, ugh! the way his eyes light up when he talks about something he loves, like frogs. michael loves frogs. it's adorable. i could listen to him rant for days on end and never get tired of his voice. or him singing is even better. i swear, if i ever get his singing recorded, i would never stop listening to it. that's not creepy, right?

oh! or the way his hair falls in his face sometimes, or when he sticks his tongue out when he's focused, or when—DING DONG!

the doorbell interrupted my thoughts sadly. "who is it?" i called, to lazy to get up from the couch.

"it's a burglar, now let him me in asshole. it's freezing out heere."

"come in." i call, rolling my eyes.

he comes in and plops himself down on top of my legs. "michael, you're crushing my legs."

"tough luck." he shrugs.

"get off, asshole." i mumble.

"sure." michael giggles and gets up. wait... that was too easy. "CANNONBALL!"

"michael NO! OW!" he fucking landed on top of me.
"that hurt like a motherfucker. you're lucky you're my best friend." i grumble, pushing him off my chest and get up.

"it is a best friends job to annoy the other." michael smiled and sat up from his place on the carpet. "just doing my job."

"what do you get in return from this 'job' of yours?" i call from the kitchen.

"being your friend is enough in return, honestly." michael mumbled and i choked on air. why do you do this michael? you say the cutest fucking things and don't even realize how adorable you're being.

"you okay?" he calls.

"y-yup." i cough a bit before calming down and grabbing some goldfish.

"are you excited for tonight, at least? i mean, i know you're not a fan of new year's eve but, i think it'll be fun. we could have hot chocolate or play in the snow. maybe make a blanket fort, watch a movie before the ball drop. play some board games, ooh, even play mariokart." michael rambled, before he caught himself and stopped talking. i hate when he does that, he thinks he rambles too much and that he's annoying me, but i love it when he rambled.

"that all sounds awesome, micha, but it's 2:00, so you're gonna have to wait." i chuckle and sit next to him on the floor, with my bowl of goldfish.

michael takes a few and pops them in his mouth.

"hey! those were mine." i grumble playfully, even though i didn't care whatsoever.

"tough. shit." michael deadpanned.

"i hate you." i mumble.

"oh shut it, you know you can't resist me." he teased.

i glared at him before eating more goldfish.

i leaned my head on michaels shoulder and sighed. "what's wrong, 'miah?"

"just... i don't know... new year's eve and everything it stands for? well, i guess not everything but just the tradition where you have to kiss someone at midnight." i explained. "it sucks, because i'm gonna be single forever."