-this was wrote in class, ANGST....dw y'all get happy gayness next oneshot, and yes I know loads of my chapters have similar titles shush <3-
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-Michaels POV-
''Christine''
The words stung his heart as they ran through his head.
''Christineeee''
God it hurt.
''Christineeee canigula''
He choked back his tears.His leg bounced and his fingers tapped on his desk. But he couldn't break down. Not in class. He drew butterflies in his book, sketching out the lines, to try to calm himself down but it wasn't working. The small mistakes added to his stress, his classmates were getting on his nerve, the humming, the tapping, the pen clicking. He just wanted to shout 'shut up' but his anxiety wouldn't let him. He went to go grab his headphones.
Five minutes..it would be over
Wait...the teacher took them...
Five minutes...
He continued to hold back tears
four minutes
The math's equations spread all over the board.
three minutes
No...he couldn't do this
two...two minutes..two..no..
Everyone turned to him as his chair scrapped across the floor. Suddenly he froze as all the eyes stared at him. All he could feel was the judgement radiating from everyone. Before the teacher could ask he legged it out of the classroom. Running and running through the hallway.
-Jeremys POV-
All throughout the day I was scared for Michael,His nervousness, the small stims he did, He didn't even realize when I mentioned pac-man. But my concern only grew after what just happened. I wasn't sure what had happend. It could've been overstimulation, home problems , bottled up emotions , schedual distress or more. Either way not many other people seemed to care. Rich and Jake where looking at eachover slightly concerned, Jenna and Chloe where talking about what they thought would happen. But apart, from me, one other person was concerned...Brooke..
-Brookes POV-
Christine turned to me concerned. I was breathing heavily, but only out of anger. I wanted to punch everyone who was gossiping right now, and I also needed to check on Michael. He was like a brother to me, I already knew something was up. I knew what I had to do. I jumped up and ran to the teachers desk and grabbed his headphones. Ignoring the shouting, I ran outside to find micha.
-Michaels POV-
I curled up against the wall, my nails digging into my palms, They peirced through my Skin, but not enough to bleed. Suddenly I saw Brooke run up to Me holding...my headphones?? She knelt down besides me putting my headphones on my ears. I think she knew it was overstimulation and something else. The noise drained out by the sound of Three Little Birds by bob Marley. My breathing slowed down to a normal pace.
Suddenly at the worst time the bell rang. The dinging ran through my ears. I pushed my headphones on my ears but the music no longer worked. The bell rang and rang. Shoes squeaked across the hallway and chatter grew. Brooke wanted to cover my ears but she couldn't. If she had learned anything from my past meltdowns,its DONT touch me. Randomly I see Jere walk by holding hands with her...Christine. I wish I stayed at home in bed. Suddenly I see Rich,Jake,Chloe and Jenna run up to me asking me if I was ok. Two teachers ran up, one concerned, one mad. Now I was stuck in a circle of shouting, no way out, Brooke was telling everyone to leave but no one did.
''No headphones in the hallways Michael''
''are you ok!!''
''No- ox hey- leave- michael- michael- MICHAEL-''
The voices where all muffled. I was so scared I didn't even notice that I had broke down crying. My face turned red as I cried and cried finding it hard to breathe. Once both the teachers left.
(eventually, when both the teachers had left Brooke shouted ''SHUT THE FUCK UP'' and made sure everyone left)
I was busy trying to breathe as tears fell. At this point everyone had went into their classes,so it was peaceful again.
''Hug?''
I wasn't a fan of physical contact unless I started it, ESPECIALLY during or after a breakdown. but...for now...it felt nice. He nodded and leant forward. Brooke wrapped her arms around my back. as I sobbed into her shoulder.
''This is worthless..I wish I stayed at home in bed binge watching trash tv whilst hearing voices in my head bearding hate on me...or wish I offed myself instead wish I was never born! I'm just Michael,who's a loner, so he must be a stoner..drives a PT cruiser..God he's such a loser..michael flying solo..who you think that you know...''
-change to third person-
Brooke hugged him tighter as he let his feelings pour out of him.
''He..hates me..he'd never like a...loser...like me'' Michael gritted his teeth he hated being called a loser but its fine.
''who..who's he Michael?''
''...jeremy....''
''what..?''
''hes with Christine, he only spends time with her..he never has time for me..twelve years of friendship..four of those years where spent crushing but...its not worth it..he hates me''
Brooke hugged Michael as tight as she could,he preferred it, feeling covered,protected.
''Im sure he still likes you but..he's just got a new girlfriend,he wants to spend time with her''
''i know..its just jealousy but he's ignoring me..and I'm in a bad state..he usually helps me but..he couldn't and..with stuff at home..its too much''
Michael continued to hold back sobs even though they still fell, leaving soggy parts on Brookes cardigan. She continued to comfort him as he cried.\
''I'll always help you micha''
''thanks..''
''your welcome! and hey..If Christines player three..I'll be player four''
''simp''
''HEY! plus she staken..''
Michael chuckled slightly
''yeah I know..welp we'll both struggle then...siblings?'' He held his hand out as a fist bump, Brooke soon returning it.
''siblings''
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FINNALLY UH!!! y'all get boyfriends oneshot next DW.
