Take a Chill Pill - Assorted Be More Chill Stuff

Marshmallows and Strawberries

Jeremy woke up and checked his phone. 94 texts from Michael, all of which came in at about 3am. Jeremy groaned and hauled himself out of bed. It was finally Friday, at least.

He sat on the bus scrolling through the stream of spam messages from his best friend. Yup, he was definitely high when he wrote these.

My tongue feels like a marshmallow.

And now I want chocolate.

I want to build a s'mores in my mouth.

But I would need a campfire to roast them.

I should call Rich.

He didn't answer.

I forgot it was stupid late. Jeremy chuckled. Michael was the only person he knew whose texts made sense when he was high. There weren't even any typos.

You're probably asleep too.

Have fun reading these.

I hope you read these.

You will.

You're that one person who always rereads all the texts they missed.

I love that about you.

I love a lot of things about you.

Like your laugh.

It's cute.

And I know you hate that you blush so much but dude it's fucking adorable as shit just remember that.

You look like a strawberry.

I love strawberries.

And your pretty blue eyes that look like stars and ice and shit.

And the way you have your sweater sleeves pulled down over your hands all the time.

And that tiny smirky smile you do randomly when you're daydreaming.

And the little faraway look that you have a lot.

I don't know if you notice me staring at you when you're doing that.

Because I am.

And your hair is just so soft and fluffy.

I kinda want to braid it.

It's too short for that, isn't it? Jeremy was shaking a bit as he read. He could feel his cheeks burning. There was no way Michael meant all that... right? He'd liked Michael for so long now, but would never admit it. He didn't want to ruin their friendship. It already felt so delicate after the SQUIP fiasco. But if Michael felt the same way... No. He was high. And probably delirious. Jeremy's heart sank back down and he kept reading.

But I seriously fucking love you, Jeremy.

I've been in love with you since seventh grade.

And you haven't noticed yet.

I wish you liked me back.

Sometimes I'm scared we aren't even really friends.

Especially since Halloween with the SQUIP.

I seriously thought I would never see you again.

And I never want to hear the word loser come out of your mouth again, got it?

I don't care how drunk you are.