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Smells Like Pine to Me

Word count: 2004

Hello, I have arrived back after many months of writing for other fandoms and eventually circling back to Be More Chill and feeling inspiration to write for it. How are you doing. Anyways, I think I've improved a lot with my writing since the last chapter on heere, so I hope you guys enjoy it!

It had been a month since what was dubbed as the Squipcident. Jeremy and Christine had dated for a week, before breaking up on mutual terms. They just hadn't known each other well enough for it to work out. Jeremy had started sitting with the popular kids some days of the week. That was fine. Michael had gotten used to eating alone.

Jeremy still hung out with him all the time outside of school to make up for it anyways. Plus, he wasn't Michael's only friend anymore. After Jenna had saved him from the fire, Michael had told her about how Jeremy had ditched him, (leaving out the bit about the SQUIP at the time.) They had hit it off from there. And of course there was Rich. He had talked to him alot while he was in the hospital waiting for Jeremy to wake up.

Of course, he wasn't buddies with the majority of the table, so he couldn't sit with them at lunch, but he didn't mind. He liked being able to sit alone and listen to music and not have Jeremy trying to steal his slushie. (God, Jeremy was cute when he did that. His tongue would peek out just a little bit out of his lips, and he would bend down so he would be looking up at Michael. How was Michael supposed to say no to that face?)

"Hey Michael!" Jeremy called down the hall at the end of the day. Michael turned around and smiled at him. Jeremy ran up to him. "Since it's Friday, do you wanna sleep over?" Jeremy asked when he got to him.

"Didn't you say you were having your other friends over tonight?" Michael asked, keeping a soft smile plastered on his face.

"Yeah, but I want you to come! You are my favorite person after all!" Michael was weak. Of course he couldn't say no to that!

"Yeah, sure. What time should I come over?" Michael asked.

"In an hour. See you then!" Jeremy said, turning around and running away. Michael sighed to himself and went to the door, pushing it open and going to his PT Cruiser. Once he got inside, he banged his head against the steering wheel. God, why did he agree to this?

Michael came over an hour later, precisely on time as usual.

"Hey Micha." Jeremy said when he opened the door. Michael nearly lost his shit at the nickname. It was a wonder that he wasn't writhing on the ground in pain at how cute that was.

"Hi Jer." Michael responded, suppressing a voice crack. "Are the others here yet?"

"Nope! You're the first. Come on in!" He responded, with that god damned smile that Michael was sure was going to kill him one day. Jeremy turned his back to him, and Michael silently crossed his heart. He was so in love with this stupid, beautiful, oblivious boy. It was going to end in disaster.

"So, the others probably won't be here for another fifteen minutes." Jeremy said once they got to the kitchen. He hopped onto the counter. "What do you wanna do while we wait?"

"Kiss you until your lungs give out," is what Michael would've liked to say. Instead, he settled for, "How about we watch some YouTube?"

"Okay, let's go." Michael followed him to the living room. They sat down on the couch, and Jeremy pulled out his phone. "What do you want to watch? Those shitty room decoration videos you love so much?"

"Not as shitty as those stupid movie review videos you watch." Michael bit back.

"The commentary is fun to listen to!"