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7/11 pt. 2

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michaels pov
i wake up for another day of hell— i mean school. smiling at my window as i raise the blinds. i see jeremy on his phone and i knock on my own window, catching his attention.

he looks up and waves at me, smiling. that smile is adorable. i wave back and jokingly blow him a kiss.

he "catches it" and stuffs it "in his pocket".

i giggle and let down the blinds so i could get dressed. god, i'm in love with him. i know it's only been about a month since he moved here, but still he's so cute and lovable.

~lunch~

"hey, i'm going to 7/11 for a slushee, wanna come with?" i ask jeremy.

"sure." he shrugs and gets up, me following him.

he grabs my hand and continues walking like nothing happened. my face heats up and i bite down a smile. i give his hand a squeeze and we walk to 7/11.

"you want anything, jere?" i ask.

"nonono, you don't need to pay for me. i'll buy something for myself." jeremy shakes his head.

"yea... no." i chuckle.

"michael, i don't want you to spend your money on me." jeremy whined, grabbing a slushee cup and filling it with blue raspberry slushee.

"jeremy, i am paying for you and you're gonna deal with it." i smirk as i fill my cup with cherry slushee.

we walk up to the counter, where veronica was waiting for us with a knowing smile on her face. i give her a glare.

"alright, that'll be $7.20." veronica says.

i quickly get out my wallet and hand her my credit card, "wha— michael! i was gonna pay!" (why is fighting over who's gonna pay so cute?)

"tough shit, jeremiah." i chuckle and get my credit card back from veronica, grabbing my slushee off the counter.

jeremy grabs his frozen drink and we walk out.

i grab his hand and run my thumb across his knuckles. i try to ignore the blush clearly visible on his cheeks as we walk back to school.

~saturday~

i walked into 7/11, i didn't really feel like getting a slushee at the moment, so i just kept jeremy company. when me and jere were browsing threw the snack aisle, the bell rung, signaling a customer.

"oh, hold on, i'll be right back." jeremy mumbled.

i nod and look as jeremy walks behind the counter and waits for the customer to find what they want.

i look at said customer, JD. he was another customer for slushees like me.

when he paid and left, jeremy stayed at the counter.

i walk up to the counter and jeremy asked, "did you find everything alright?" in a mock customer service voice. i laugh and decide to flirt with him, just for the hell of it.

"hmm... i think so, but there's one thing i didn't find." i smile at him.

"and what would that be, my dear friend." he asks and leans on the counter.

"i didn't find a date with you, are those out of stock or...?" i ask, completely calm, but inside i was screaming. why did i ask that? WHY DID I ASK THAT?

jeremys eyes widen and his face is completely red as he stutters a response, "u-umm, oh, wow, i— umm... no..."

i feel my heart shatter, "oh, well, i'll just go—"

"no, we're not out of stock, there's one more left and it's saved specifically for michael mell." he smiles, looking down at the counter.

"wait, but i'm michael mell." i giggle.

"well then, it's your lucky day." he snickers.

"alright, umm, when are you free?" i ask nervously. i've never actually been on a date.

"after my shift, which is about 10 minutes from now." jeremy checks his watch.

"ok, that gives me enough time. meet me at the park after your shift." i yell and run out of the store. jeremys shift ends at 12, so we're gonna have a picnic, with all homemade food.

~5 minutes later at michaels house~

yea, turns out i can't cook for shit. i give up and make sandwiches and pack some goldfish, with cookies for "dessert".

i grab the picnic basket and walk to the park. i take out the blanket and set it down in a clearing, away from people.

i sit down and wallow, of course i couldn't male a nice meal for the boy of my dreams.

"michael?"

i look up to see jeremy, with a retro button up shirt tucked into jeans. great, he even got all dressed up. i'm just wearing my hoodie, a pac-man shirt underneath and jeans.

"hey, jere." i grumble.

"what's wrong?" he asks, sitting down next to me.

"it's just, you got all dressed up and look really handsome and i'm just in some jeans and a hoodie, and i was gonna cook for you but then i realized i can't cook." i rant.

"michael, look at me," he cups my face, "i don't care how you dress, you still look amazing, no matter what you wear. and i don't care if you can't cook, no matter what the food tastes like, it won't affect how i feel about you." he looks at me with those amazing ocean eyes of his and i smile.

he kisses my forehead and i giggle. "i'm sorry." i mutter.

"for what?"

"bothering you with all my problems." i sigh.

"michael mell, you are not a bother at all. don't ever think of yourself as one." jeremy said with so much certainty, i could've exploded from happiness. "also, guess what i got?"

"what?" i ask.

"slushees." he takes two cups from behind him and hands me the red one.

"thank you!" i say and hug him.

"that was pretty gay, mike." jeremy snickers.

"could be gayer."

"how?"

i don't answer and just lean in to connect our lips, he melts into it and laces his arms around my neck.

we pull away and i realize our tongues are purple. i laugh, "dude, our tongues are purple!"

jeremy laughs with me, and i forgot how angelic his laugh is.

i don't think this is gonna be just a high school relationship. i think jeremy and i will last a long time.

i didnt really know how to continue this