The next morning, they're both sore as hell.
"My arm hurts, I feel like you."
"Shut up Twunk."
"Just saying." Jeremy groans and gets up. Getting his clothes. Michael sits up and watches.
"...You're beautiful in the morning."
"Yeah? Well you claret haven't seen yourself."
"Course I have. You're prettier."
"You flatter me, Mikey."
"That's the point." After he pulls his pants up, he walks over and kisses him. Michael smiles and Jeremy smiles right back. His eyes droopy with sleep.
"Want me to make you breakfast?" He hesitates..
"I'd love that."
"Breakfast burritos. Delicious. Trust me, I'm a master chef."
"I can't wait." Michael gets up to get himself dressed.
"Just like I make myself in the morning before school. Quick, simple, and delicious." Jeremy follows him down and watches him cook it.
"I have my own personal uber AND cook."
"Aren't you just the luckiest guy?"
"Mm and the fact that I'm in love with him."
"That makes me just as lucky."
"Oh yeah." He smooches his cheek one more before heading for the kitchen, humming some Marley song. Jeremy laughs. He continues to hum all the way through getting things out and starting to cook. Jeremy watches. Yep. He's in love.
"Jeremyyyyyy, toss me my phone from the table there, I gotta put a specific song on." He hands him his phone.
"Bob Marley?"
"Bob Marley." he opens his music library. "Unless you wanna hear something else."
"Nah. Listen to what you want."
"All right, suit yourself." he puts on some Marley and continues cooking. He cooks it and they eat with each other.
"This is soooooo good."
"What'd I tell ya? Perfect for mornings." He takes another bite and hesitates before asking. "Are you going to keep it down?"
"........maybe..."
"Please. I worked hard on it." it's a small joke. Trying to lighten the mood.
"I want to."
"Good. Just don't worry about it, baby, food is good for you! Especially that, that was probably the healthiest thing I've eaten in like four days"
"What if it doesn't stay down?"
"You tell me and we'll figure something out." He nods. Here in a couple hours, he's gonna have to make himself throw up again.
"It's all good. Food is supposed to go into your body. How tall are you, 6'1"?"
"6'2''"
"Then your ideal, healthy weight is like... 160-190. Maybe 200. How much do you weigh."
"........110. Last time I checked."
"Jeremy." he looks so concerned. "I'm 5'6" and I weight 170. I'm overweight."
"............so I'm underweight.."
"Extremely underweight! Like I said, healthy for you would be 140 at the least."
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Two Player Game
Fanfiction!! WARNING !! I wrote this book 3 years before publishing and I did NOT reread it. There will most likely be smut, self-harm, suicide attempts, panic attacks and the possibility of sexual abuse. PLEASE take caution when reading.
