Dude, You Are Cooler Than A Vintage Cassette (Be More Chill x Reader Oneshots)

Link Broke Down The Door To The Bathroom (Michael x Reader)

I would probably take a bullet for Michael

Jeremy's ok

This is why the first chapter is gonna be Michael! Because he's amazing! And i love him almost as much as I wanna fuck book Jeremy's SQUIP!

Enjoy.
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You watched as Michael Mell, one of the only two people at this party who hadn't worn a costume at all, stumbled over to the bathroom, hardly noticeable tears running down his cheeks and leaving thin lines of tear-stains. You had seen him down a couple beers and he'd mentioned "getting stoned in his basement" rather frequently from what you could hear of his most likely private conversations in the hallway, so he could be high from that...

But you suspected it was an emotional problem, seeing as how his usually inseparable bond with Jeremy Heere had been severed somehow and cut deep, because Jeremy walked away from Michael with his head held upwards and eyes full of hope and mild ambition, and because Michael stumbled away from Jeremy breathing deeply and sharply as his chest rose and fell, gaze glued to the floor, a wild and broken look in his eyes. It was obvious that something went majorly wrong in not only both of their temperaments, but also in their relationship.

Not to mention the fact that his eyes weren't nearly red enough for him to be high, on marijuana, at least, if he was just a stoner. You hoped, for his sake and in a more passionate way than you cared to admit, that he didn't do anything else, like coke or heroin or--

You shook your head, not really wanting to think about high schoolers, your peers, doing things like that, although all of the skimpy costumes around you made it hard to ignore.

You hadn't been close to either of them, though you found Michael adorable and simply avoided talking to him as much as you could because of how distracted you became, and also because it felt like your chest closed up completely, and all your words left you.

Your gloved grip on your red solo cup tightened in concern. You barely knew either of them; so why were you so worried about them?

My crushing on Michael isn't really reason enough, you thought, pushing down the urge to scratch at your left shoulder, because if you did, then your quiver of arrows would smack the kid standing to your right who somehow held seventeen glass jars of applesauce and offset her Princess Kenny costume.

Speaking of her, she looked, like, twelve. What the hell was she doing at a high school party?

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut, deciding that she was probably more likely to get high off applesauce than grab a cup of spiked punch or have sex or whatever. The small rectangular object sitting in the bottom of her orange parka's pocket (it actually seemed to be more like a sleeping bag with arm and leg holes, judging by how she shuffled rather than walked) seemed more likely to be a pocketknife than a phone, so she's probably okay, although she looked bored to be here and pulled a DS out of her pocket after checking if anybody was sober enough to notice or even give a shit.

She seemed cool. You'd have to talk to her later, maybe make a new friend.

On a different note, you opened your eyes and glanced down at your shaking hand, almost dropping the red juice with a shit ton of alcohol in it. You set down the drink, looking down at the three triangles on your arm cuff. Even if you were not the savior of Hyrule, you were dressed as one, and you could maybe use some Courage tonight.

Preferably not the liquid kind.

"Hey, kid?" you said to the girl sitting against the wall next to you.