Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

michael gets a squip

you may remember this chapter a while back but this one is... different. MUAHAHAHAH

jeremys pov
michael has been acting sketchy ever since we got to the mall. i hope it's not what i think it is. after the whole squipcident the last thing i would want is for someone taking one, especially not michael. (69 words)

i would never want him to change, he's so perfect. i love him just the way he is, and i want so badly to tell him that, but he obviously doesn't like me back. sure, he's gay but, c'mon... me of all people, me?

he would never date me. (readers, take over)

while i was lost in thought i felt a tap on my shoulder, "hey, jere, you can leave without me. i gotta go... buy more crystal pepsi." michael says with a nervous smile before running to a payless. wait, payless? oh no... maybe he's just buying shoes?

i decide to trust michael, knowing he would never take a squip after knowing how it abuses people, and leave the mall.

~the next day~

i didn't see michael at school until lunch and he was... really different. he still had his white labeled headphones around his neck, but his hoodie was no where to be seen, he was wearing a plain black t-shirt, where you could see his arms, now toned a bit. his glasses were gone and he seemed to walk with confidence, instead of the regular bounce in his step while clutching his backpack straps. it was, in all honesty, kind of unattractive.

now, don't call me shallow, i'm not saying what he was wearing was unattractive, michael can wear whatever the hell he wants. it's just, his whole personality seemed to change overnight.

wait... oh no.

please tell me he didn't.

he sits down and gives me a nod of his head as a greeting, rather than his normal, overexcited greeting.

"'sup jere?" michael said smoothly.

"sup?" i ask.

"just thought i'd try out a new style and new attitude." he winked at me.

i cringed internally but played it cool. sure, i usually loved it when michael flirted with me, but that flirting was usually goofy and dorky, this wink was flirty and frat-boyish? like a straight guy flirting, and i hated it.

"ok then, umm... you do you?" i say, uncertain.

i really hope this was just a phase and not the squip.

"hey, how about tonight, my place, vide—" he cut himself off with a slight flinch. oh no. "i mean, we could play football o-or..." michael trailed off, like he didn't know what to say anymore.

i sigh.

~a few weeks later~

after weeks of trying to convince michael to deactivate his squip, he still won't. he keeps saying he doesn't have a squip, but he obviously does.

we were currently at his house, watching tv. michael put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to his side, i was really uncomfortable. i would be having a gay panic attack right now, except for the fact that that's not my michael mell.

i push his arm away and look the opposite way.

"jere what's wrong?"

"this friendship is wrong." i say, voice shaking. "mikey, please get rid of the squip, i know it seems great but look at you now. is your life really better? i mean, you're not expressing yourself with your hoodie and all its patches or dancing like no ones watching. i miss you." i start. "i miss your voice, the one that's soft and gentle, not rough and raspy. i miss your goofy attitude, with all your dumb dad jokes and jokey flirting. the way you smiled so wide when you were happy, now your smile is just a smirk. i miss your hoodie and how you loved it so much. i miss all the patches and i miss your dorky glasses that are slightly too big for your face, not those stupid contacts that i know you're wearing because you can't see for shit. i miss seeing the real you. the you who loves video games and who's my best friend."

michael looks at me before a tear fell out of his eye.

"he said you would never love me back if i wasn't 'cool'" he mumbled.

"well he is a liar. i never wanted you to change. i love you so much."

"you do?"

"of course i do, but i love the old nerdy cute version of you, not this flirty jackass. please get rid of it, mocha." i plead once more.

michael gets up from the couch and goes into the bathroom. i wait for him and he comes out with his glasses on. "those contacts were getting uncomfortable to wear." he chuckled slightly.

then michael heads downstairs into his room. he comes back with a bottle of mountain dew red and his signature hoodie.

"does it hurt?" michael asked fearfully.

"like a motherfucker." i laugh sadly.

"it's worth it, if you love me for me." he smiles and quickly takes a swig of the red soda, instantly dropping to the floor, holding his head in pain. he didn't scream, which i found surprising but i got up off the couch and held him in my arms.

soon, he was fully unconscious. i picked him up, which was difficult thanks to my twig arms and carried him to the couch, where i held him in my lap.

michael woke up after about an hour, and smiled at me, getting out of my lap. i whined but he just chuckled and picked up his hoodie, handing it to me.

"huh?"

"well, aren't we boyf riends now?" he asked nervously.

"of course!" i exclaimed and pull him onto the couch, laying on his back. i snuggled up to his side and took the hoodie graciously. sitting up, i put it on then quickly went back to cuddling my new boyf.

"i love you micha, you never had to change for that." i mumbled against his chest.

"i love you too, jerebear." i smiled, he was finally back to his nerdy, caring, adorable self again. "and i'm sorry."

"it's ok micha, just remember that you never have to change for me, you're perfect just the way you are." i reassure. michael just nods and smiles down at me.

i lean my head back on his chest happily as i feel him kiss my hair. i let out a flustered squeak and entangle our legs.

michael rubs my back soothingly as i slowly fall asleep in his embrace.

the end bitches