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promposal pt. 2

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tw: a little ✨sprinkle✨ of angst

this one's gonna be kind of a longer chapter

jeremys pov
god, i fucked up.

michael was right, i shouldn't have bullied him just because my friends told me too. geez, i'm such a dumbass. i mean, my friends have changed but i still could've said no, maybe then me and michael could've become friends.

i need to make it up to him. i really love him and beating him up didn't feel good. it broke my heart.

~thursday, after school~

so here i am, michaels about to arrive at school (i had jake send him another paper heart). i waited in the music room, sitting on one of the many chairs in there.

the door creaked open and i perked up, seeing michael. "why did i come here? i should've known it was you." he mutters and starts to walk out.

i scramble to stand up and grab his arm, pulling him back into the room. "please! u-uh, please s-stay."

"ok, fine. but if you ask me to the prom again, i'm leaving." he explains, crossing his arms and sitting down.

i sat down next to him, but still kept some distance, and started to explain myself.

"i'm sorry. you're completely right, i was a dick. i shouldn't have been peer pressured into being a bully, especially not to someone i care so much about. michael, i really like you, like romantically, you know? and i'm sorry that i just randomly asked you to the prom. you don't need to go with me, in fact you don't ever have to talk to me again. trust me, i'll understand." i say with a small smile.

"i-i... i like you too jeremy, i don't even know why i like you, to be completely honest. you were kind of a dick, but uh, anyway that's behind us now. you have a sweet personality and you're really cute which is a bonus. i really wanna go with you but... proms and dances aren't really my thing. i'm not a big party person. sorry..." he trails off.

i contemplate for a moment before thinking of something, "michael mell, would you do me the honor of not going to prom with me?" i say standing up and holding my hand out to him.

"huh?"

"don't go to the prom, with me." i try to explain.

"so you don't wanna go to the prom with me?" michael tries.

"no no, i'm saying we can just hang out together instead of going to the prom. don't go to the prom... with me." i add the pause for clarification.

a look of realization came across his face, "oh... yes. i won't go to the prom... with you." he says and takes my hand, standing up.

"wanna hang out on the football outside of the school when prom comes around?" i suggest.

"hell yea." michael says, pulling me into a hug. i had to lean up slightly since he's about an inch taller than me but that's ok.

god, michaels like a big cuddly teddy bear, no wonder he wears that hoodie all the time, it must be so comfortable. "i'm sorry for being such an asshole." i apologize, starting to tear up.

"dude, it's fine." he chuckled a bit.

"n-no, it's not! i saw the way you looked at me when i was done beating the sh-shit out of you. you l-looked so disappointed and scared. i can't believe i'm so stupid!" i cry, letting go of michael backing away from him slowly. "and i can understand why you looked at me like that, it's because you liked me, i can't believe i just beat someone up who cares about me. that really says something about me as a person, doesn't it?"