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

My Macbook Pro Hard Drive (Jeremy x Reader)

I saw RENT and it was great so let me pour my feelings about it into this chapter at least a little bit okay? also enjoy renee as mimi and some dude as roger. i love her so fucking much oh my lord

I was sobbing by the end of the performance, and it was so, so good. I'm so glad I went, I wonder what the original show must've been like... But it inspired a little bit of this. I deleted my original draft of this and now it's completely different but I'm still keeping the original title.

Hope you enjoy!

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You hated to admit it, but you were having fun at this party.

Mostly because of the alcohol that must've made Jeremy want to dance with you at all, but this was fun regardless. You couldn't hear anything over the music that played so loudly you swore up and down that you could feel it, but you didn't need to hear a thing. You saw girls clad in less surround you, and wondered for a minute why the hell Jeremy was dancing with you and not them, but decided not to question it.

This happened sometimes, on the very rare occasion that you attended a party with your peers because of all the sex and alcohol that surrounded you, but it wasn't like it was a surprise that he'd done this. Out of the few times you'd been to a party with Jeremy, the amount of times you'd danced together was enough for the probability of you two dancing again to be more than likely.

The thought of Michael briefly crossed your mind, but Jeremy's hands drew circles on your hips and you couldn't concentrate on anything else. You placed your hands on top of his-

"Can I interject?"

You turned around and flinched involuntarily, backing up into Jeremy. Expecting the worst, you were surprised when Rich Goranski didn't try to beat up either of you. Best case scenario, he started dancing with Jeremy, but that was unlikely, even considering how he hadn't attempted to bash your faces in yet.

"Um,  sure," you stumbled. Rich's gaze dropped to what you were wearing and grinned, making eye contact once again - for some weird reason, it didn't feel like a perverted move.

"Nice outfit," he said sincerely. You scanned his expression for any hint of deceit and found none. Mmm, this was extremely out of character for the short asshole. What's going on? He was wearing the characteristic tank-top, as always, so he was probably sober, or at the very least, not possessed. This must be the first sign of the apocalypse. Flustered, you pushed an equally if not more out-of-his-element Jeremy in front of you. 

If this is a trap, I can use Jeremy as a meat shield, you thought as the tall boy stammered and stuttered. Wait, no, he's all bones, shit... you reconsidered as Rich pulled him by the arm.

"Thanks," you mumbled. It sounded more like a question than a reply, but somehow Rich heard it, almost supernaturally.

"Pleasure," his hundred-watt grin was terrifying. "Don't worry, I'll return him soon," he added. When Rich gave a closed-eye smile, you noticed the incredibly faint light blue glowing lines, not unlike something out of a sci-fi TV show.

This is it, this is the glitch in the Matrix.

Jeremy looked back at you, obviously intoxicated but still somewhat coherent. You traded fearful looks. As Rich dragged Jeremy in the other direction, you decided to follow them.