Bonding: A Boyf Riends Fanfiction [Completed]

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~Jeremy's POV~

"Nice race, bro!" Michael chuckled, punching my shoulder playfully. It was now around 11:30pm, the evening after the first day of "bonding." Michael had invited me over to play video games for the night, since the day had been pretty hectic. We'd just finished a race on Mario Kart in his basement, and I lost very badly.

"No need to sugarcoat it. I absolutely suck at Mario Kart," I chuckled light-heartedly, half-suppressing a grin. As I switched to the menu to pick a different map, I noticed Michael staring intently at me, seemingly at my face.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" I asked, turning to face him. He looked down at his controller hurriedly and fixed the hood on his jacket.

"It's nothing," I heard him half-whisper. I smirked, rolling my eyes. Michael was a terrible liar. He just was. I wasn't any better, but at least I tried to hide it.

"Sure it is," I remarked, scooting closer to him. A playful grin still spread across my cheeks, I leaned in toward his face and blew a jet of air into his ear. He jerked his head upwards and started laughing. Michael's ears were a sensitive spot, and it tickled him whenever you blew on them. It was an odd occurrence, but it came in handy.

"Now that you'll actually look at me, what's up?" I asked, still chuckling silently. His face fell, and he cleared his throat nervously.

"Well.." he started quietly, "I was just wondering what happened with Christine. You seemed kinda out of it when I came back, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

I froze, tears welling up in my eyes at the mention of Christine's name. Michael immediately noticed my reaction and pulled me into a hug.

"It's okay, Jere. You don't have to tell me," he soothed, his smooth voice caring and calm.

"I-It's j-just that C-Christine...sh-she broke up with m-me," I choked out, remembering her words:

"I'm really sorry Jeremy. I know you really like me and all, but I don't think this is going to work out. You're a really nice guy, and I think you have a lot of potential, but I don't feel all that close with you. Besides, there's someone else who has eyes for you and I really think they would make you happier. I'm sorry, Jeremy, but I'm breaking up with you."

I felt a sob forming in my throat. I'd finally gotten the chance with my dream girl and I'd blown it miserably. What did I do to chase her away? More importantly, who was this person who "had eyes for me" that caused her to leave? With so many questions left unanswered, the only thing I wanted to do was cry.

I nestled my head into the soft fabric of Michael's hoodie and bawled, salty tears flowing in a steady stream down my cheeks. I didn't know why I was so upset over this, I just was. Michael massaged my back and whispered soothingly in my ear, calming me down. I hiccuped and closed my eyes, the tears slowing steadily.

"Shh, it's okay Jeremy. It's alright," Michael whispered, cradling me in his arms. I knew I looked pathetic curled up like a child, my puffy red eyes damp and itchy. I felt like I was overreacting, yet Michael comforted me still. I snuggled into Michael's chest, still crying softly.

"I-I d-don't understand-d," I mumbled, managing to choke out a few words. "W-Why'd she l-leave? I thought sh-she l-liked me."

"I'm sure she really liked you, Jeremy. What's not to like?" Michael gave me a small smile and squeezed my shoulder. "Christine probably had her own reasons for breaking up with you."

"Sh-She said s-something about s-someone else.." I stuttered, trailing off and hiccuping again. Michael's eyebrows knit in concern.

"Someone else? Was she cheating on you?" He asked, a spark of emotion rippling through his gaze.

"N-No. Like s-someone else l-liked me and she th-thought I'd be b-better with them," I managed to get out. His eyes widened the slightest bit, and he went quiet for a while. I sniffled, wiping my eyes on my sleeve.

       "Did Christine tell you who that person was?" Michael asked after a few moments of silence. I shook my head.

       "It was p-probably just a l-lie to m-make me f-feel better," I mumbled, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. I closed my eyes and nestled into Michael's arms, curling up into a ball. We sat like that for a long while, long enough that Michael thought I was asleep. I really wasn't; I just didn't feel like opening my eyes.

I felt Michael lift me up into a bridal-style position, making it easier for him to carry me. I bounced up and down slightly in his grip as he managed to trudge up the stairs. I heard a door creak almost soundlessly, and I felt a soft mattress meeting my back as I was laid on someone's bed (most likely Michael's). A soft smile crept onto my face as I felt pressure on the other side of the mattress, meaning Michael had sat down next to me. It was just so sweet that he would comfort me after a breakup, even when I overreacted.

"Goodnight, Jere," I heard him whisper, almost inaudible. He obviously thought I was asleep. He gingerly pulled a blanket over my body, as if trying not to wake me. I settled myself in, accepting the fact that I'd be sleeping over tonight.

       Then, I felt a soft pair of lips press lightly against my forehead, almost impossible to feel. I fought to resist the urge to gasp in surprise. I heard a few thumps and rustles, then silence. I was alone.

       I shot up and clapped a hand to my forehead where Michael kissed me. Confusion filled my head, my emotions running wild. What did the kiss mean? Was there something Michael wasn't telling me? Did Michael know I was awake?

I started breathing faster, my head spinning. I could still remember what his lips felt like against my forehead. His skin was soft and tender, while mine was dried out and sticky from crying. I closed my eyes, attempting to focus on any reason why Michael might come around to actually kiss me.

Suddenly, it all fell together. Michael had a crush on me, and Christine knew. The person who "had eyes for me" was Michael. Christine broke up with me because of Michael.

I didn't know how to feel. I wanted to be mad at Michael for chasing away Christine, but I just couldn't bring myself to get angry at him. Heck, he seemed like he didn't even know Christine was going to break up with me.

I stuffed my face into a nearby pillow and let out a small groan, feeling tears return to my eyes for the second time that night. I welcomed them gladly, creating little wet spots on the pillow. Somehow, I was able to fall asleep at all.

Fluffy-ish, I guess. I know exactly what I'm doing for the next chapter, so don't you worry >:3 Feel free to suggest any plot ideas you have!

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