Michael In The Bathroom

Or Pretend To Check A Text On My Phone

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

That's all Jeremy heard for hours as he repeatedly hit his head. Even once he stopped, the thuds continued as if they were a part of his brain.

The door opened, revealing a tall man, "You have visitors." Jeremy looked to the door curiously, frowning as he saw his parents.

His parents frowned, his mother walking over to him, "Oh, Honey...How's it like here? Do you like it?" She asked.

Jeremy shook his head vigorously, "No. Please, get me out of here." He looked to her pleadingly.

She sighed, "Sweetheart, they're only trying to help you."

"And I suppose this is supposed to help me?" He nodded down at the straitjacket, "Mom, please get me out of here-"

She sighed, "Alright fine." She walked out of the room, causing her husband to follow her without saying a word to Jeremy.

After eight long grueling hours, Jeremy was finally free of that hell hole. He was actually somewhat happy for the first time since Michael.....

Tears welled in his eyes as he sat on the bed, hugging the bag with 'riends' scribbled on it in permanent marker.

"I just want to see you again...hug you....tell you-" He cut himself off, breaking down and sobbing into the cloth of the backpack.

He needed him more than he wanted to admit and he needed to see him. Just once more. Just-

He cut his thoughts off as Michael climbed in through his window, "Michael!" He grinned and hugged him tightly.

Michael smiled softly and hugged back, kissing him softly, "I missed you, Baby."

Jeremy smiled into the kiss before looking into his eyes, "I missed you too, Babe."

Jeremy pulled him onto the bed and they both laid there for hours, just holding eachother.

Michael was real. No pills could tell him otherwise. Even if he disappeared with no warning or appeared without a warning, either. He. Was. Real.