Boyf riends One-Shots (BMC)

After the Party

Why do I like writing angst so much???

Squipped

"Move," I spat.
"Or you'll what?" Michael retorted, standing firm.
"Get out of my way, loser." I pushed him aside, and as I did, I saw his expression drop and tears spring to his eyes. For just a moment I wanted to reach out and apologize. Then I remembered what he said, I remembered how he couldn't even be happy that the Squip was working wonders for me. After a rejection from Christine, I left the party, drunkened and angry.

As soon as I got home I went straight to my room, ignoring my pantsless father giving me a questioning look from the living room. Why was he awake at 1am?

Minutes later I flopped onto my bed, changed into pajamas. My head has begun to clear and a familiar voice began speaking once more, and not in Japanese this time.

Ugh, alcohol screws with my operating system, my apologies. Give me a moment for me to download the content of what happened at the party.

The Squip spoke, appearing before me. He stood at the end of my bed, eyes closed, and then they suddenly shot open.

Jeremy. You screwed up big-time. The only good thing you did was finally get rid of Michael.

"And how did I fuck up?"
You refused to have sex with Chloe, and then you got caught. You asked out Christine without being fully prepared. Plus, your costume was horrible, we'll have to work on that in the future.
"I didn't want to have sex with Chloe! That's wrong! I was dating Brooke and they're best friends," I protested, but the Squip just shook his head.
You still don't understand Jeremy. If you want to be chill to get Christine and not be a loser, you need to listen to me.
"I don't want Christine. I never did," I looked up, nervously, eyebrows furrowed. "I made myself think that I did. I don't."
Impossible, I am in your head, Jeremy.
"But you're not in my heart. I don't like this anymore, okay? Y-you're trying to make me do things I don't want to do."
Well too bad.

I felt an excruciating shock go through my body, I fell off my bed into the floor, groaning.
"What the fu-"
Another shock, worse than the last. I sat up and stared at the Squip who looked down at me with a sickening smile.

Are we clear? You cannot go after Michael, Jeremy.
"How'd you-?"
I am a extremely intelligent supercomputer, Jeremy. It makes sense that you would (very convincingly) fake a crush on Christine to hide from Michael and anyone else that you like him, instead. Of course, as soon as I electrocuted you, you became vulnerable and I was able to take a better peek into your head. Once again, you cannot go after Michael. Gay people are the most uncool, got it?
"Got it," I mumbled, staring at the floor. I received another shock, probably for mumbling and breaking eye contact.
Got? It?
"Okay," I said sternly, staring into the Squip's electric blue eyes.

Good.