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bmc: meremy

Jeremy's pov

I lay awake I  silence as I stare at the screen on my phone. I'm staring at Michael's contact information, my finger hovering over the delete button.

Do it, jeremy. You don't need him. You have me now. Cut off contact with the boy.

"But... he's my best friend... I don't want to give him up." I sigh.

You'll forget about him soon enough.

"No. I wont. You and I both know that. I love him too much." I argue.

Jeremy. That's the problem. It isn't acceptable to have those feelings for him. He's a nobody.

I sigh and press the delete button on my phone, erasing Michael's number. I curl into my blankets and bury my face in my pillow so that I don't cry. It hurts so much to give Michael up like this, but I don't have a choice.

You're better off without him.

"But he isn't better off without me." I sit up. "Michael needs me... he's too dependent. He can't make it alone..."

That isn't your problem anymore.

"But..." I sigh and accept the fact arguing is useless.

Michael's pov

Jeremy mysteriously stopped texting me last night. I'm guessing he just fell asleep on me. I see him at his locker and run over to greet him. I grin at him. "Hey Jer! " I hum.
He rolls his eyes and closes his locker, looking at me with a clearly annoyed expression.  My heart drops. "What do you want, Michael. "He sneers.
"I-i um..."I'm caught off guard by his attitude. "I was wondering if you wanted to come play video games at my place tonight."
"Why would I want to do that? Why would I want anything to do with you?"Jeremy growls. "You're pitiful. You're a loser." I look down.
"Yknow what... j-just forget I asked..." I put on my headphones and turn around, walking down the hall as tears roll down my cheeks. What did I even do wrong?
I flip the hood of my jacket and keep my head down so no one can see my tears. I shove my hands in my pockets and head to the library. I go to the far back of the room and sink down in the corner. No one ever comes back here, really.
Well, usually. Unfortunately,  for me, today someone finds me.
"Michael?" I hear a gentle feminine voice.
"Not right now, Christine..." I sigh, looking up at her.
"Mikey, what's wrong?" She asks kneeling before me.
" Jer... he hates me..." I stifle a sob. "H-he wants nothing to d-do with me... a-and I don't know why..." I wipe my eyes.
"What? He said that?!" She gasps. I nod. "Michael,  im so sorry..." she hugs me and I just sniffle. She's the only person who knows how insanley bad I'm crushing on Jeremy.
"I love him so m-much..." I whimper. "I don't get it... i-i just wanted to make him happy... and I couldn't even do that... he's right... I am pitiful." I cry into her shoulder.
"Oh hush! You are not. We need to find out what's gotten into Jeremy, though. Why would he say that to you? "
"I dunno..." I shrug. "I just don't know..."
"Well, why don't you get up and we can go talk to him about it?"She offers. I nod a little and stand up.
Christine takes my hand and walks me down the hall. We approach Jeremy and I feel a horrible pit in my stomach. Christine taps him on the shoulder and he turns around to look at her.
"Christine! " Jeremy smiles. He completley ignores me.
"Jeremy,  are you mad at Michael?" She asks, in the place of a greeting.
"Why do you ask? " Jeremy raises an eyebrow.
"Just answer me, please. " Christine crosses her arms.
"No. Im not mad at him. Im just kinda...bored with him." Jeremy shrugs, still not acknowledging my presence. I feel the tears rolling again

"Jeremy! What the heck?! Don't you know how invested Michael is into tour friendship?! He has literally sacrificed so much for you and you have the guys to say that?!" Christine snaps. She walks over to me and grabs my arm and walks me down the hall and away from jeremy.

"Michael?" Jeremy only now notices that I exist.

I walk with Christine silently, the only sound being me sniffling here and there. "I can't BELIEVE the audacity he has!" She fumes, tying back her short black hair. "Mikey, are you sure you love him?" She asks.
"Yeah... painfully sure... He's so perfect to me...no matter how he treats me... And it h-hurts." I sputter.

"I wonder what his deal is." She sighs. I nod in agreement.
After school, I'm sitting in my P.T cruiser, getting situated for the drive home.
A sudden tapping on my window makes me jump. I look up and see Jeremy. He offers me a weak, apologetic smile. I hesitantly roll down the window.
"Umm, hey Mikey." He smiles.
"Aren't you too bored of me to be talking to me? " I ask. I look away from him to keep from crying again.

"I didn't know you were standing there..."He sighs.
"But I was. And it hurt Jeremy, you hurt me. " I choke out. I feel my throat tightening, and my eyes watering again. "... if you just came over here to suck up to me enough for a ride home, hop in." I sigh. He goes to say something, but decides against it before hopping in.
"Why are you this torn up? " Jeremy asks as I pull out of the parkinglot.  I nearly stomp on the breaks.
"Why am I this torn up?!" I pull off to the side of the road and turn to face Jeremy.  "You're the only friend I've ever had, other than Christine!  And I only met her this year, and we aren't even that close! I've been pining for you since I realized I liked you in the eighth grade!  And here you are cluelessly and carelessly ripping my heart out and tearing it to shreds before my very eyes!" Midway through my words, mg voice turns hoarse and I start crying. "I'm sorry I couldn't be enough for you,  Jeremy! I'm sorry I'm not good enough,  I'm sorry I can't make you cool! I just want my friend back!" I sob. Jeremy just stares at me like I'm a lunatic.

"Mikey..." He starts.

"No. I-i can't take this anymore. Get out of my car. " I shake my head.

"Mikey, listen to m-"
"No, you listen to me. Get out. I shouldn't just serve as a convenience to you. I'm more than that, Jeremy. I'm a fucking human. You can't just use me to get whatever you're trying to obtain in life..." I wipe my eyes. 

"Mikey..." Jeremy reaches over this time and hugs me tightly.  "I'm sorry for doing this to you... just-OW!" Jeremy let's go of me and jolts.  He goes silent for a few seconds before looking at me. "Mikey, you still keep mountain dew red at your house, right? " He asks. I nod. "Can we hang OW-t a-and drink some? " He asks. It's an oddly specific request, but I nod again, getting back on the road.
"Jeremy, are you okay? " I ask.
He nods a little.
"Yeah... im fine. " he sighs.  We drive silently to my house and head inside and downstairs to the basement, which also serves as my bedroom. I walk over to my mini fridge and toss Jeremy a mountain dew red. He struggles to open it before chugging down the whole bottle. 
He yells out in pain as he drops to his knees and clutches his head tightly. Soon his screams subside, and he looks up at me, painting as sweat rolls down his face. I offer him a hand to help him up, and he accepts,  pulling himself to his feet. 
He quickly wraps his arms around me and I hug back. Whatever the hell I just witnessed doesn't matter. I need to help Jeremy through whatever's wrong.
"It's okay, jer... I've got you." I whisper softly. I sway us gently back and forth as he sobs into my chest. I rub his back and continue whispering reassurances to him. After a while, his sobs go silent. I slowly let go of him and wipe his face with my hoodie sleeve.
"M-mikey... I messed u-up." He sniffles. "I didn't want t-to hurt you... but it didn't give me a choice."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"T-the Squip. It's this quantum c-computer that's supposed to help you learn to be c-cool... it fucks you up." Jeremy explains. "I-i wanted to love you... but i-it said no..."
"It's alright,  Jer. Catch your breath." I gently sit him on his favourite beanbag and I get him a water bottle from the fridge.  "Drink this, you gullible doofus. " I tease. "If it sounds to good to be true, it probably is."

"I know..." Jeremy drinks a bit  of the water as he calms down. "I love you, Michael. "
"I know you do. You're my best friend." I chuckle.
"Not like that. I love you. As in I want to dedicate my life to kissing and cuddling you." Jeremy looks at me. I return the look before kneeling down and hugging him tightly.
"I love you too."