Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

when they noticed

this is the moments where michael fell in love with jeremy and jeremy fell in love with michael (two different flashbacks)

michaels pov (around 8th grade)
"hey micha, you ever wonder how space was discovered?" jeremy questioned out of nowhere. we were currently on my roof, stargazing. jeremy came over for a sleepover and we snuck onto the roof, my moms didn't mind all that much as long as we were careful.

i thought about my friends question for a bit before answering, "i honestly have no idea, jere."

"i mean, who just looked up one day and was like, 'hey what's up there? we should go explore it'. how did they even know there was something beyond the sky, if i was there around that time, i would've thought the sky was just flat, like a lid on a container." jeremy rambled out in a sleep-deprived daze.

i giggle, "jeremy, you need to get more sleep, man."

"shut up, it's a genuine question." he argues back, glancing over at me with the jeremy smile™️.

i laugh at him before looking back up at the sky. i gazed at all the beautiful stars and constellations that i knew almost nothing about. sure, i knew the basics like the little and big dipper, but that was it.

it's difficult to believe that almost every star in the entire sky is a part of something bigger. how they connect to make something greater, or how the stars dust the black abyss of space like freckles that remind me of my friend.

i always admired his freckles, i wanted some of my own but sadly i don't have them. while i was lost in thought, a cold breeze radiated over my palm and i looked down to see jeremy's hand in mine.

he looks at me calmly, "what? my hand got cold." he gives a half-hearted shrug and continues looking at the navy blue sky.

"holy shit, jere, you're hands are freezing." i comment, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze.

"well, your hand is warm, so i guess it works out." the freckled boy laughs quietly.

over time, jeremy began nodding off, before jolting back up again, trying to stay awake.

"dude, do we need to go back inside?" i question my friend, teasingly.

"no, no, it's fine. i'll stay awake." he dismisses. i roll my eyes playfully and momentarily let go of his hand to pull him closer, so our arms are slightly touching.

"it's fine if you fall asleep. i can wake you up when i feel like going back inside." i suggest.

jeremy intertwines our fingers and nods, already on the verge of sleep. he shifts onto his side slightly and throws the arm that's not holding my hand, over my chest, bringing our connected hands up to lay next to our shoulders.

i feel a fluttering feeling in my stomach and warmth on my cheeks. what the hell is happening to me?

i can't be falling for my straight best friend.

jeremy knows i'm gay, i came out to him over the summer but he's straight and likes christine. i decide to ignore all that and focus on the moment.

within seconds, jeremys cuddled up to me, snoozing away. (i might draw this 👀)

i can't help but smile at him and embrace the butterflies in my stomach for now.

someday...

jeremys pov (first day of sophomore year)
michael and i slowly make our way into the school building for our first day of 10th grade, "dude, i already hate school, and it's not even first period." michael groaned.

"excuse me, i'm right here." i shove him playfully.

"c'mon jere, you know i don't mean that, you make school better." michael chuckled, throwing his arm around my shoulders.

"gayyyy!" i hear rich yell and i grumble. michael immediately retreats his arm to his side, "...sorry." he apologizes quietly.

"don't apologize, mike. it's just rich being an asshole again." i shrug.

we head to first period and sit next to each other.

~after school~

i'm shoved into the corner as the bullies cackle above me. i exhale a deep breath, which kinda hurts considering all the bruises, and accept my fate.

i try to hold back tears as the bullies finally leave, but the tears escape my eyes and soon, i'm sobbing loudly in the empty hallways.

i didn't even notice michael approach me.

"jeremy?"

whipping my head up, my eyes meet with his brown ones and i sob again, "m-mic-michael?"

"woah, hey jere, take deep breaths with me." michael instructs but i ignore him.

"i-it's o-o-only the f-first day of sch-school, why the f-f-fuck can't i catch a b-break?" i sob, my vocal chords straining from crying so hard. michael opens his arms as an invitation, one i gladly accept and cling onto him for dear life.

"shhh jere, i got you." michael whispers soothingly. he cups my face so my eyes meet his, "who cares what those bullies think of you, you'll always have me." michael reassures.

i smile lightly and press my face back into the crook of his neck, slowing down my sobs.

i felt a weird fluttery feeling in my chest when michael hugged me, but... i'm straight, or at least i think i am.

i decide to shrug it off and enjoy the moment.

ummm i don't like the end but whatever