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wanted by the government

ok so i don't know where this idea came from but pleas enjoy it anyway

they're not dating

third persons pov
michael sat at his desk, tiredly, scrolling through instagram on his phone when suddenly a news article popped up on someone's story.

michael clicked on the post in interest and up came the news article. he scrolled through the pictures, becoming more and more distraught as he read.

the title read: two local teens wanted by government for taking advances AI pill.

michael let out a small gasp and his heart dropped. jeremy heere and rich goranski are wanted by the fucking government. michaels mind was quick to fill with questions. were they needed for questioning? experimenting? were they gonna be taken away and put in a mental hospital?

michael decided to pass out from exhaustion thinking about it. well, decided isn't really the right word, more like fainted.

the next day, sunday, michael texted jeremy to meet up at his house.

not 10 minutes later, jeremy knocked on the door and greeted michael with a smile, "hey michael! what's up?"

"u-uh, nothing much. can you come upstairs?" he asked, already walking up the stairs. jeremy nodded and followed the boy in the hoodie to his room.

michael sat on his bed, still not saying anything. but then he finally built up the courage, "are you... wanted by the government?" michael asked, his voice just above a whisper.

jeremy happy expression dropped entirely and he looked at michael in shock. "m-michael, you know me and you know that that isn't t-true—"

"answer the question, jeremy." michael cut him off, standing up.

"...yes, i'm wanted by the government." the shorter boy says, calmly but not happily.

"and you don't care?"

"why should i?" jeremy continues with a blank expression and calm tone.

"are you kidding me, right now? they could take you away, rich is wanted too! they could experiment on you, put you in a mental hospital—" michael spiraled.

"and they wouldn't find anything, michael. i got rid of my squip and so did rich." he shrugs.

"but they won't know that until you're taken away!" michael yells back.

"listen, michael, the squip made me care about every single little detail of my life, so my solution? not care at all." jeremy explains with another shrug.

michael wasn't buying it, he grabbed jeremy by the shoulders and tried to talk some sense into him.

"jeremy. you. could. die." he says.

"fingers crossed." jeremy laughed a bit.

"don't you care?" (420 words)

"nope." he responds bluntly.

michael lets go of jeremys shoulders and steps back, "why would you hide this from me? jeremy, what if i never found out and then one day you and rich just get snatched up by the government and i don't know what happened to you." michael asked, more to himself.

a hint of guilt flashed in jeremys eyes but he shook his head and resorted back to 'not caring'. "geez, why are you so worried?"