Btw I haven't heard the whole musical, just a couple songs. I automatically shipped these two like wow. Sorry if the characters aren't totally accurate :/
I heard it's CANON like OMG BOYF RIENDS (I may be wrong tho)
Michael's POV
I sniff a little, sitting down in the bathtub. It's just... Michael in the bathroom... at a party...
I had calmed down a little since splashing some water on my face, yet I was still a little upset.
I thought we were a team! What the hell happened? I was his player two... Damn it! He's fucking replaced me... Fuck!
I slam my fist into the wall beside me.
Again.
And again.
I left a pretty nasty mark... I kinda feel sorry for the kid who has to explain that to their parents... but I really did need to vent that frustration.
I think I see a small hole in the wall plaster. Oops.
I peeked through and saw several kids staring at the hole. Uhh... sorry...?
Most of them shrugged and went back to dancing and grinding up on each other. Ugh. Thank god they're probably so fucking drunk right now.
"Hey! Open up!" I heard a muffled voice from the door. They start pounding their fist on the wood.
"Crap!" I gasp, jumping up. What the hell am I gonna do about the wall? I start frantically worrying.
"I know you're in here!" They yelled, shouting louder this time. Crap. Shit. Fuck.
"Uhh, hell... Yeah, I'll be out soon!" I panic, closing the shower curtains behind be.
"Michael. Seriously. Out, now." I hear them call again. How do they know it's me?
I pull open the door quickly, my eyes widening when I met the gaze of the other person. Jeremy.
"J-Jeremy?" I stumble, my jaw dropping.
"Who else, nerd?" He smiled a little, putting a hand on his hip.
"You didn't hear any of that, did you?" I asked hoping he was oblivious to what I was doing in the bathroom.
"Bro, I've been here for ages. I pretty much heard it all." He shrugged.
"What...?" I panicked.
"From... 'no you can't come in', if I remember correctly. Yeah, that was me."
"Crap" I breathed, embarrassed as hell.
"When I heard the banging, I started panicking and tried yelling." He mumbled, looking down.
"Uhh..." I remembered the broken wall.
"What? Is there something else I should know?" He probed.
"N-no!" I panicked.
"You're lying. Are you hurt?" He asked, grabbing my limbs to check them. He then saw my hands. My knuckles, torn to shit.
"It's nothing" I lied.
"Michael." He frowned, pulling my hands closer to his face to inspect them.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." I tried to pull my hands away.
"What or who did you hit?" He said, ignoring my protests and looking back up at me.
"Nothing"
"It's in the bathroom, isn't it?" He replied, pushing past me.
"Jeremy, wait -"
"Michael. Please, let me help. It the least I an do. I've been ignoring you all night, so I have to make it up to you." He looked back at me with a sincere look.
