Meant to be Yours|| Boyf Riends

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After an hour of pacing and thinking about what to get Michael for Christmas, Jeremy knew what he had to do.

He walked two miles to the music store, hoping to god that it was open.

Jeremy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the store wasn't closing for another hour. He entered the store and walked towards the back wall, careful not to bump into the displays full of probably overpriced instruments.

He could've ordered the thing online, but he obviously procrastinated until last minute, which he usually did. Thankfully there was still one left, so he grabbed the bright yellow Pac-Man ukulele and bought it with less than half of the money he brought.

Jeremy went into a few other stores and grabbed envelopes, a Bob Marley mug, wrapping paper, and a sharpie.

He decided to do something else, but he dragged his feet along as he did it. He really didn't want to go to the park, but he saw something intriguing there last time.

As he got there, his heart was racing. He knew he didn't have to do this, but he really wanted to. He just wished there weren't so many bad memories attached to this place.

Nevertheless, he continued along the bushes. Surely enough, where the bushes started to clear, there was a fairly big area that looked like it hadn't been used in a while.

So, Jeremy walked into the area after pushing branches back. There weren't too many, but one of them shot back into his face, which wasn't very pleasant.

The clearing was very much like any one described in books. It was quiet and secluded, lined with a few flowers, dying grass, and plenty of snow.

The bushes around the perimeter were plenty enough for what Jeremy wanted to do, so he left and went back into town.

Finding the solid white sheet was the easy part. Finding solar powered fairy lights was also pretty easy. Finding a battery powered projector, on the other hand, proved to be more difficult than he would like.

It was getting pretty late and Jeremy had plenty of more time consuming things to do, so he was about to give up. He looked in the last aisle that he could, and of course there it was, front and center.

It was more expensive than he would've liked, but that's how most items were.

Finally, he got a few snacks at the grocery store and walked back home, hands full of various shopping bags.

As he finally got home, Jeremy all but threw the bags onto the ground and collapsed onto the couch.

Sighing, he walked around the house in search of a notebook and his laptop. As soon as he tracked the items down, he grabbed the ukulele for Michael and looked up chords. Michael already taught him a few on the cheap ukulele he already owned, but Jeremy didn't remember most of them- the event was at least a year ago.

He arranged a few basic ones in an order where it sounded at least somewhat pleasant to the ears. After that, he groaned in the realization that the difficult part was soon to come. Lyrics.

It would have to be a fairly short song, as Jeremy had to memorize it in such a small period of time, but it was the thought that counts, right?