Bonding: A Boyf Riends Fanfiction [Completed]

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~Jeremy's POV~

       Light streamed in from all directions, temporarily blinding me. I blinked, allowing my blurry vision to focus on where I was. I was greeted with a cream-colored ceiling and bright, fluorescent squares of light scattered around the roof. Sitting up drearily, I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few more times, straining to figure out where the heck I ended up.

       I propped myself up with my arm so as to get a better view of the room. The feeling that met my elbow was stiff and rough, and I looked down to see what I was lying on. The material was patterned and cloth-y, and I came to the conclusion that I was on some sort of cot. A deflated, flat pillow sat behind me, looking sad and limp. Two fluffy-feeling objects were sitting at the end of the cot, both of them extremely large and colorful. Recognizing them as prizes I'd won, I drew my attention away from the bed and studied the rest of the room. A plain-colored door sat in the corner, shut tight. An old, wooden chair was positioned next to the bunk, sitting almost level with the pillow. A yellow, circular-shaped blob rested on the seat, intriguing and odd. I reached out to touch it, squinting to bring it into view. My vision focused, and the blob melted into the shape of a pie with a slice taken out of it.

       I gasped, almost falling off of the bed. The blob took the form of Pac-Man.

       Suddenly, the memories of the morning came flooding back to me, cascading into my brain like a waterfall. The entire competition, winning the prize for Michael, and passing out randomly.

A wave of panic washed over me as I looked back over to the Pac-Man plush resting on the chair. Did Michael leave that there as a sign of rejection? Was he giving it back to me because he figured out what I was doing? Did he really not like me, and I was hallucinating the entire time?

I began to hyperventilate as my anxiety-ridden, overthinking brain conjured up a thousand different possibilities in which my plans went wrong. I would have passed out again if it weren't for the jiggling doorknob in the corner, signaling that someone was entering the room. I was able to convince myself to calm down as the door creaked open and a tall figure entered, holding a large slushie in their hand. I recognized the red hoodie almost immediately.

"Michael?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. He looked up at me in surprise, a wide grin spreading across his face instantly.

"Jeremy! You're awake!" He exclaimed, almost dropping his slushie. I smiled sleepily as he scurried over to the cot and engulfed me in a hug. I snuggled into his fuzzy hoodie and smiled, relieved to feel his touch again. He pulled away and beamed at me, his eyes glimmering with joy.

       "So, where am I right now?" I asked, glancing around the miniature room. He laughed nervously, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"Well, when you passed out, I got super nervous and kinda freaked out a little. After I ended up telling the others, we brought you to the help desk near the front to see if they could do anything. They checked you out and you were fine, so they just let you sleep in this back room. One of us had to stay with you, so I decided it wouldn't be too bad. I just went to get a slushie and bam, you're awake," he explained, occasionally sipping the drink in his hand. I took in all the information slowly, processing everything I could.

       "How long was I out for?"

       "About two hours," he chuckled. I gaped. Since when could locking your knees make you pass out for two hours?

"Where's the rest of the group now?" I asked casually, shifting to a sitting position.
"They're off riding a bunch of different stuff, I think. Last I checked, half went to the Kangaroo and half went to the Thunderbolt," he guessed, taking a seat on the wooden chair next to me.