Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

relationships

i just thought of something really cute: michaels never been in a relationship other than jeremy and he's a little nervous about ruining it

jeremys pov
"you ok, micha?" i question gently.

"y-yup." michael stutters in reply, keeping a respectful distance away from me. we had just started dating a week ago and michael was acting... different... weirder. like he wasn't as comfortable with me as when we were just best friends, which i found weird, considering dating is supposed to bring people closer.

"you know you can sit closer if you want? you don't have to sit so far away." i joke awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood. i thought when we started dating things would be basically the same except, i don't know, better? we would be closer? but michael seems more distant than ever.

michael just shakes his head and looks away nervously.

"are you sure? cause, you know, you've just been acting weird ever since we started dating and if there's something wrong you can always tell me." i gulped, preparing myself for my next sentence, "it's totally fine if you wanna b-break up." i mumble. michael whips his head around and waves his hands around frantically.

"jeremy?! nonononono, it's not that at all! it's just... uh, it's stupid, forget it." he shrugs, looking down at his red beanbag.

i take a breath, looking for the right words to get an answer, but not push michael too much. "if it's bothering you, then obviously it's not stupid." i decide on, laying my hand on his shoulder gently.

michael eyes the hand on his shoulder, an unreadable expression laid upon his face. i sense that he won't talk unless pushed in the right direction so i speak up again, "just say what's on your mind, michael. i won't judge you, i mean, i am your best friend, after all."

he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, "you."

"wh-what?" i question, retracting my hand from his shoulder.

"you told me to say what's on my mind, so... god, i'm sorry, you probably think i'm weird, but... i have to tell you. all i think about is you, you consume basically all my thought, every second of every day and i'm so scared that i'll make one wrong move and you'll leave. i've wanted to hold you and kiss you and call you mine since seventh grade, and now that it's finally happening, i'm terrified that i'm gonna fuck it up. so there, that's what's on my mind." he finishes, looking away once again.

"michael..." i breath out, speechless.

"it's fine, i know it's weird."

"no, michael, listen to what i'm about to say very carefully." i say, cupping his face and moving closer to him, "i feel the exact same way about you."

michael finally meets my eyes, his expression shocked, "y-you do?"

"yes! micha, i love you! you are my best friend and so much more and i think about how i'm so lucky to have you every day." i exclaim, staring into my boyf riends eyes.

"i l-love you t-too." michael smiles as his eyes start tearing up. i'm quick to push up his glasses and wipe his eyes gently with my thumb.

i sit beside him and lean my head on his shoulder. "if you ever need to talk about something bothering you, i'm here." i point out.

he nods in understanding, and i smile, happy that he knows how much i care about him. "heere." he mutters under his breath.

"michael, i fucking heard that." i glare at him and he smiles innocently. i roll my eyes and lean back into his embrace, "you're lucky you're so damn cute."

"i know, it's a blessing, isn't it?" michael chuckles.

i shake my head and kiss michaels cheek. the boy next to me giggles like a dork and hugs me tighter.

"you're ok, i guess." michael snickers and i punch him playfully.

"mike, i'm adorable and you know it." i state.

"i do know, i was just messing with you, jerebear." he smiles.

the end bitchessss