Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

what the fuck

idk what the title is but uhhh slight angst??? it does end happy tho heheheh

jeremys pov
alright, deep breaths. you know he'll love it but still. i looked at myself in the mirror, smiling a bit. i had a retro themed outfit on (picture above) to try and impress my boyf riend. i got all giddy just thinking of him complimenting me and hugging me.

i grabbed my backpack and exited the house, walking towards michaels house so he could drive us to school. he was already outside, waiting for me.

"michael!" i exclaimed and sped-walked towards him. he looked up from his phone and waved.

"ready to go?" michael asked. no comment on my outfit? maybe he just...

"jer?" he said, waving a hand over my face.

"o-oh right, yea, i'm ready to go." i say, hopping into the car with michael.

~sometime during lunch~

me and michael were talking and he's been less affectionate all day. he usually holds my hand or something, even though we don't wanna be like those lovey dovey couples at school.

so, i just decide to reach for his hand instead, put he pulls away, laughing a bit. "dude, what was that? that was super gay."

"aren't you super gay?" i retort, trying to hide my hurt.

"pfft, yea, but that was weird."

i am so fucking confused right now. i shrug it off and try to forget about it.

~after school~

i enter michaels basement, right behind said boy. he plopped down on his beanbag, and i sat down on the same one as his, as usual.

"what the fuck, man? you must be really touch starved today or something." michael laughs again and pushes me "playfully" onto my own beanbag.

maybe he's just not in the mood for cuddling. i can understand that.

"hehe, yea, bro..." i mumble.

after a while of playing video games, i can't take it. i'm confronting him. i hate confrontation but i need to say it.

"michael? what is going on with you?"

"what do you mean?" he questions.

"just... it seems like you never wanted to be affectionate today. and like, you didn't even tell me i looked nice today, you always tell me. i even tried out a new retro outfit because i thought you'd like it."

"jeremy, what are you going on about?" michael deadpanned. 

"i just wanted some love from my fucking boyf riend, is that such a bad thing?!" i snapped at him.

"boyfriend? jer, what?"

"wha— no... no, don't play dumb with me, mell. we've been dating for what? three months? you're unbelievable right now!" at this point, we're both standing up, and i'm almost crying. stupid fragile emotions.

"jeremy... we're not dating? i don't like you like that. where did this all come from?"

"wha—?"

i woke up with my throat sore from crying in my sleep and my eyes blurry.

"jere? what's wrong?" i heard a raspy voice from beside me in bed. michael.

"micha?"

"yes?"

i scooted away from him, against the wall and starting crying more. "shit! jeremy! please, tell me what's wrong? another squip nightmare?"

a dream.

it was just a dream.

"y-you didn't love me. w-w-we weren't dating." i mumbled into his chest.

"hey, it's ok. i'm heere now." he said with a small laugh.

"ugh, i hate that joke." i sniffled, smiling softly.

"jere, i love you more than you could ever know. i love you so much, sometimes it hurts, how much i love you. you are my everything, and even your brain and imagination won't change that. so, sorry, but you're stuck with me." michael said, joking at the last part.

"i w-wanna be stuck with you." i mutter, happily.

"me too." michael wraps his arms around my waist and brings me to a laying position on our sides. i stuff my head in his chest and sigh.

i don't really know what the sigh was, not a happy sigh or a sad sigh, just... a sigh.

i could barely keep my eyes open anymore but i had to say one more thing.

"michael? you'll still be here when i wake up, right?"

"of course, 'miah. i love you."

"i love you too."

uhhhhhhhh yeA (711 words)