Jealous

Before you read this I need to put a claimer out: any and all lyrics written here are all mine. They have come from nowhere else but my head and please do not use them without my permission or consent. All rights  reserved. They're mine, thank you.

After all that had happened at the play Michael and Jeremy ended up getting even closer than before. The whole ordeal with Jeremy and Christine barely lasted even a month as the two found out that there just was nothing there. No hard feelings were kept as it was mutual between the two, but when the two split, Michael and Jeremy became paired at the hip. Everyone claimed that if you saw one of them the other wasn't far behind. Of course all of their friends had called early on that eventually the two would become smart enough to date, which they did.

But still there's always something in the silence between them when they're laying down together on the couch in Michaels basement watching a rom-com at night. A slight uneasiness in their hellos and goodbyes. They both have their reasons. Michael wants so bad to tell Jeremy what bothers him, but he's afraid he'd ruin everything they've worked so hard to build back up again.

After Michael's panic attack in the bathroom at the Halloween party last year, he learned that he could express his feeling through song writing easily. No one else knew about this. Not even Jeremy. So Michael, being the nerd he is, decided to try and write out what he felt trying to explain to Jeremy.

Jeremy that day had planned on coming over that evening to stay with Michael for the weekend. Michael knew if he wanted to get this done he had to work quick. Luckily, he knew just exactly what he wanted to say.

Jeremy walked in through Michael's front door, bag in hand, when he began to hear the soft picking of Michael's acoustic.

'Must be practicing another cover.' He had thought to himself. A small smile played across his lips at the thought of his boyfriend playing softly with his eyes closed as he murmured the lyrics to a song. He began to make his way towards the basement door when he heard the picking pattern turn into single strums. He quietly cracked open the door enough to slip in unnoticed. Michael started singing the lyrics, unaware of his newfound audience.

"I'm jealous of the way you hold his hand/ envious enough to get in between." Michael sang softly to a down strum each cord change. Jeremy stopped as he truly began to listen to the lyrics Michael was singing.

"I thought it was me you loved/ I'm guessing I was wrong." Jeremy's brow began to crease as he felt the emotion behind the lyrics Michael was pouring out, doing the same one down strum in each different chord. He leans slightly to catch more of the words.

"I'm jealous of the way you've moved on." Michael floats out the last bit into the air oblivious as ever to the other person in the room. Jeremy's face had taken on a look of grief as the last words of the song sunk into him with its meaning. Michael had his head low, his right thumb absentmindedly fiddling with the 5th and 6th string of the acoustic. Jeremy made his way down the rest of the stairs deciding now was the time to make his presence known. He spoke out softly as he reached the last step.

"Michael?" He asked quietly. Michael spun around in a hurry to catch sight of a concerned Jeremy with a look he couldn't quite read on his face. Jeremy dropped his bag onto the floor and stood there frozen. Michael's eyes widened in horror as he realized he must have heard the song he was working on to complete. Terror began to seize him up right then and there.

Michael let out a harsh and shaky breath as he nearly tossed his guitar to the side while moving to stand up. His eyes never left Jeremy's as he tried to work up an excuse or just something to say to fill in the silence, but he choked on his thoughts and stumbled on his words. Jeremy noticed this immediately.