Boyf riends!

Chapter 1

Jeremy stood outside the school, watching all the busses load. He'd casually check his watch in between. He, finally, heard someone running up to him. Jeremy turned around to greet Michael.

"Dude, school is finally out!" Michael was practically glowing.

"Yeah, until summer school," Jeremy sighed as he began to walk down the sidewalk, heading home. Michael followed right at his side.

"True. But, hey, you get to spend all the time before summer school with me!" Michael nudged Jeremy's arm.

"Aren't I just the most lucky human on earth?" Jeremy said sarcastically, but he couldn't hold back his smile.
These three days were going to be interesting.

When the two boys got to Jeremy's house, Michael instinctively threw his bag on Jeremy's bed and sat on his special beanbag chair in the basement. Saying hello to Mr. Heere on his way down. Jeremy came inside soon after, handed the mail to his father, smiling at the fact he was wearing pants, and made his way downstairs.

Michael and Jeremy had been playing video games all day. It was ten o'clock when they decided to call it quits and actually be social.
"You ready for summer school?" Michael laid back on the beanbag and turned to Jeremy.

"Hell no. New people, more problems. Even if it's just four weeks," Jeremy laid back aswell, and turned to Michael, "Are you ready?"

"Lord no! My dealer is going to the fucking midwest for the summer, so I'll be miserable for those four weeks,"

"You can go four weeks without it though, right? Like you aren't addicted to weed or anything?" Jeremy asked, maybe a little too mom-ish.

"Dude, I only smoke when I'm stressed or something, like, special is goin' on. I can go years without it," Michael loved a little too much how protective Jeremy could get sometimes. Little did he know, Jeremy loved when Michael was overprotective to him.

"Mhm, good. Not that I'm like anti-weed or something, just like I don't want you getting hurt. I do think it's great when you wear weed socks though. It's so fucking nerdy of you," Jeremy looked down at Michael, and sure enough he was rocking his red weed socks.

"I'm hella nerdy. I have a weed bowtie too. Oh, and a hat! Boxers too," Michael slightly laughed at how sad that sounded.

"That is so great. You really are the life of the party, Michael," Jeremy teased. Michael rolled his eyes.

"So, hey, are you still in touch with Christine? Or-" Michael stopped himself, making sure he wouldn't offend Jeremy.

"Yeah, we have a pretty good mutual friendship. Guess dating wasn't our thing," Jeremy sighed, "I didn't really know her that well though. I feel like when, or if, I date again I need to know the person,"

"I totally get you, dude. Dating people that you hardly know can lead to some awkward shit," Michael shrugged, "Not that I know a whole lot about dating, though,"

"You're still really wise. So, does anyone have my player two's heart yet?" Jeremy raised his eyebrows.

"Kind of? It's probably just a dumb crush," Michael tried to think of a random girl he could say he liked. No way he would just spill his guts to Jeremy quite yet.