musical one-shots

jeremy?!

an: welcome!!
warning: panic attack(?)
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(mostly unedited)
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burning. lungs. he couldnt breathe. his lungs were on fire. he was trapped. he inhaled only to be attacked with water in his nose, his lungs. he was hearing nothing, and everything at once. he was screaming, it was too much, he would die like this, he thought. he would die here in the water and everyone would forget about hi-
his thoughts were interrupted when he felt hands wrapping around his waist and he was being pulled up, and he could breathe again, well, sorta. he was gasping for air, when he heard michael yelling to him.
"jeremy? what the fuck were you thinking? jesus christ, you, you come here in the middle of the fucking night and launch into the pool? you couldve, fuck, you couldve died!"
michael was pacing along the pavement, his head in his hands.
he kept ramble-yelling until he looked over at his friend, who was crying silently, not breathing.
"jere, fuck, jeremy im sorry, please, please just breathe."
he placed a supportive hand onto jeremys back.
"breathe with me," he took a few deep breaths until jeremy had calmed down. michael offered him a towel, and invited him inside to get dry clothes.
michael guided jere to the bed, letting him sit before retrieving clothes for him. he turned his back and began searching through his closet, hearing jeremy move behind him.
he felt a cold body press against his own, arms wrapping around him.
"i-i lo-ove you, m-michael" he stuttered out between cold breaths.
"i love you too jere, go sit" he told him as he pulled clothes from his closet , handing them to the smaller boy.
"they'll be big, but they work" he offered a small smile. jeremy put the larger clothes on, feeling warmer and safe.  they sat down on michaels bed, in silence for a while before michael asked what had happened to drive jere to coming here.
"i.. i was tired and i missed you and everything was wrong and too much and i couldnt breathe and i needed.. i needed to see you, so i climbed, well.. fell.. out of my window and i started running and i kept falling, and it was all so loud, but i kept going until i got here and i climbed your fence but i couldnt see so i was walking blindly and i fell into the pool and i couldnt get out, i was stuck under, something.." jeremy turned to see michael, looking more upset than ever. he sat for a moment before hugging onto jeremy, not letting him go, feeling like he would lose the smaller boy if he did. the two laid there for a while, before eventually falling asleep.

upon waking, michael began freaking out. he fucking fell asleep cuddling jeremiah heere! what was he thinking..
falling asleep with the love of your life who happens to be your best friend of 12 years is slightly alarming, but still, he kept still, watching the smaller boy sleep, taking the time to observe his face, which he didnt get to do much. jeremy had a thin face, good cheekbones. a really cute nose, too. he had light freckles, that got darker in the summer, and they were much more noticeable then because, lets face it, hes a pale boy. jerm needed glasses, but he normally wore contacts, though with all the mess of last night, michael didnt think he was wearing either. he had really good eyebrows, something mike hadnt taken notice of before. michael felt the smaller boy stir under his arms, and tensed up, what does he do? pretend to sleep? get up quickly? he ran out of time to make a decision when jeremys wide    blue-green eyes were looking into his own brown ones.
"good morning," jeremy cuddled closer in to michael, his raspy voice giving michael the chills.
"morning, sleepy head" michael said, gladly accepting jeres cuddles. after a few beats of silence, the smaller boy spoke up,
"im sorry about last night" he spoke sadly
"hey, its okay, im always here for you, yeah?"
"yeah, yeah, thank you"
"of course," he sat up slightly, "you hungry?"
"i thought you would never ask," jeremy smiled, sitting up as well.
the two walked slowly down the stairs, smiling to michaels mom as they entered the kitchen.
"morning, mrs.mell" jeremy greeted her
she laughed, "boys, its 1pm, did you really just wake up?"
"wait really?" michael had no idea he could sleep this late
his mom replied with a small nod
the boys continued to make bowls of cereal, sitting at the table, making small conversation as they fell into their normal routine of talking about video games and drugs.

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an: short little chapter becauseee this book isnt gonna get popular anyway :/
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