Somebody That I Used To Know (BMC Boyf Riends-Ex. Headphones)

Chapter 6

A/N- Sorry I keep forgetting to update on the actual scheduled days... I'll at least just get two chapters out each week and around Tuesday and Friday lol. 

~Michael's POV~

There were very few places where he could be, since even though he had "a lot" of friends, it's not like he went to a new special place with them every week. Even though he was open to change, I knew he had a few comfort spots, and since he texted me, he must have been thinking of me as he was there.

I parked my PT cruiser on the curb beside an old playground that held many memories from my childhood. Although I haven't stepped foot on these wood chips in years, it was nearly impossible to forget about.

"Jeremy!" My voice cut through the night, hopefully not waking the whole neighborhood.

My eyes locked onto a figure laying on the grassy hill behind the playground. This hill is so tall it overlooks the whole city with a beautiful view, so it wasn't that uncommon for someone to come up here to catch a glance.

I immediately ran towards the figure, although my pounding heart urged me to turn around and just go home.

As I thought, Jeremy laid there spread out on the ground. His hand covered his face, making it hard to tell if he was awake or not. I eyed the bottles and cans of alcohol that scattered the ground around him, sighing.

"You're still the same lightweight from highschool," I said to him, although he was probably unconscious. "Your text made me worry sick. First text in years turned out to be a drunken mistake. A little disappointing."

I looked past him at the view up here, gazing at the lights from the city. I can see why he chose to come up here.

"I didn't expect you to have the same number from years ago," He suddenly said, making me jump a bit.

He smiled up at me. "But you came. You still care."

I stayed silent for a bit and looked away guiltily. I just wanted to run back to bed, back to Rich, back to my present life. Time machines don't exist, so why am I still living my past?

"Go home, Jeremy. You're drunk."

He stopped trying to keep up a smile. "Have one more drink with me, then I'll go."

Soon enough I found myself seated next to him holding a drink, but I didn't take a sip. I'd rather not be hungover tomorrow when I have to do another concert.

"Everyone loves you here, y'know. You've tons of fans who adore every word you say and move you make..." He trailed off, looking over at me. I gazed back, a slight blush spreading across my face, but quickly snapped out of it before I got lost in his eyes.

Jeremy chuckled a bit. "Your moves back in highschool were pretty gnarly too."

If I wasn't flushed before, I definitely was now. "Uh, thanks I guess."

He knew that compliments were my weakness, and knew what he was doing. I wouldn't let this happen.

Looking out at the view, he said, "When I first watched you on that stage, I was blown away." His eyes narrowed the smallest bit. "You just seem at home. This is a dream come true for you, isn't it?"

I nodded as he glanced over at me, then locked his eyes back on the horizon.

"I've been out here alone all night. Seeing you again, I couldn't help but think of everything we used to be. I hoped you were that same person I used to love, y'know?"

I decided just to nod.

"So please," He said, scooting a bit closer to me and looking me in the eyes.

"Stay."

I looked down at our hands which were only a few inches apart.

Stay.

I really couldn't, and my legs ached with the longing to run, to get away from here, away from him, but something inside me told me to stay right here. Next to this boy that my stupid heart chose to love.

"Don't worry," I told him, "I'm not going anywhere."

I meant those words.

We had a few moments of silence. Although I wasn't fully comfortable, I felt myself slowly getting used to being this close to him. He scooted even closer, and I didn't have the guts to scoot away.

He looked into my eyes, down at my lips, and back to my eyes. "I've missed seeing you in the moonlight. You're so beautiful."

I opened and closed my mouth, unable to form any words. I felt my face once again go red. All the comfort I was feeling was starting to leave again.

He set down his newly empty drink and reached for my hand. I wanted to jerk it away, but I felt frozen in my spot.

Now he was holding my hand and resting his head on my shoulder. I wanted to embrace it, wanted to show him how I also loved him, but I really shouldn't be doing this.

He lifted his head and looked at me, and everything in this moment suddenly felt nearly perfect. I looked at his face, which seemed just like before, yet more mature from seventeen. I remembered how I once tried counting all his freckles, but I think I only got to 23.

A cool breeze blew through the air, ruffling his hair against my forehead. I must admit, he was pretty.

I felt myself lean in, and he did the same. The distance between our lips slowly became non-existent until I was kissing him, but It only took a few seconds before my thoughts came up to reality. I quickly shoved him away from me, clasping a hand over my mouth.

"What is this about?!"

He looked at me in confusion, shooken up by my sudden movement. "What?"

"You- you said you didn't love me, you left me in the dust, you broke my heart, and now you think you can bring me over here to love me like it never even happened? What the fuck, Jeremy?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but I wasn't finished.

"You said how you were now with Christine. How there was never an 'us' between you and me. You told me to find someone else, and guess what, I did!"

"Michael-"

"I won't hurt Rich like how you hurt me. It won't happen, okay? It won't!"

"Michael.."

I realized that I had started crying, and I angrily wiped away tears with my sleeve. "I can't be doing this, Jeremy. This- this isn't some game. I can't just be here, kissing you and then going back to Rich. And what about Chirstine? I can't have you hurt her as well."

He was crying too now, standing up with me, gripping my arm to steady himself.

"Michael I-"

"Go safely home and go to sleep. Don't even think about getting in your car."

I shoved him away onto the grass. I should have never showed up here, I should be in bed, next to my boyfriend, enjoying the new chapter in the book of my life. Not just rereading but what was previously written.

"Goodbye, Heere."

Dashing toward my car, I tried to ignore his calls, telling myself that this was good, how it was best to get away.

Once I was in my car, though, I just cried even harder into the steering wheel.

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