Poisonous Petals | BOYF RIENDS

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"So, what do you think?"

"He's scamming you. Totally scamming you super-weirdly."

"But what if it's actually true! This could be HUGE, Michael! All I need to do is give the guy who's been tormenting me... six... hundred..."

He pauses to think for a second.

"He's totally scamming me. I'm doomed to be a loser 'til the end of fucking time. No, probably after that."

"No way. Dude, you are cooler than a vintage cassette."

Michael was trying to sound as "friend" sounding as he could. With every passing second, he could feel his throat tightening uncomfortably.

"It's just that no one else but me thinks that yet! You may be nothing in the 'high school scheme' but it's no big, 'cuz you and I are a team!"

Jeremy laughed softly. Michael could feel his chest burning.

"I gotta go get more snacks, b-r-b."

"Michael, we have enough chips."

"Cornnuts, Jeremy. It's not a proper hangout with cornnuts."

"Ah. Yeah, sure dude."

Michael smiled and nodding, dashing up the stairs and rushing into the first floor bathroom. He shut and locked the door behind him, immediately collapsing onto the ground and coughing out the held in tension in his torso. Brightly colored petals fell onto his lap, being mixed together in blood and staining his jeans.

"F-fuck", he croaked, his voice strained and throat sore. Fully formed roses and bits of blue and yellow flowers spilled onto the floor from his lap, getting a few droplets of his blood onto the tile. His chest felt heavy, his head spinning. No, the room was spinning. Hot tears trekked down his face, the salty liquid seeping into his cut lips. The thorns of the roses had scratched the inside of his mouth and he could feel a few cuts from the back of his throat. 

"Michael?"

Fuck. Jeremy was looking for him.

"Michael?"

He was gonna find out and hate him.

"Michael, you good?"

Michael silently sobbed in the bathroom. He sharply inhaled, which caused another coughing fit.

"Michael, are you in the bathroom?"

Michael didn't answer, not that he'd be able to try. Every time he'd try to speak, he was cut of by another cough or wheeze. There was a soft knock on the door.

"Michael, can I come in?"

"N-no."

Michael had managed out a small "No" before breaking down in another coughing fit. Petals freely flowed from his mouth, followed by roses and blood. He could hear knocking over the sound of his misery.

"Michael? Michael, open the door or I'll pick the lock I swear to god."

"Y-you'll hate m-me."

Michael's voice was incredibly strained, trying to force down the urge to cough again.

"Michael, stop being an ignorant shit and open the goddamned door!"

Michael sighed and let out a choked sob. He knew there was no use in arguing, Jeremy somehow learned how to pick locks back in elementary school. Michael reached over and flicked open the lock, moving so he wasn't positioned against the door. Not even a second passed when the door burst open. 

"I-I'm s-sorry..."

[I hurt my own feelings writing this]