Bonding: A Boyf Riends Fanfiction [Completed]

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~Michael's POV~

       "He hates me, Mel. I don't know what to do," I mumbled, looking up at her.

       Someone had seen my little showdown with Jeremy and called Melanie, knowing she was my sister. She had found me and helped me bandage up my hand, going on about how he didn't really mean it. But, I saw the look on his face. He wanted me to cry.

       "You've tried texting him?" She asked, sitting down at the seat next to me.

       "And VideoChat and regular calling. He won't answer me at all," I almost started to cry again, but I shakily swallowed the tears and took off my glasses, rubbing my eyes.

       "I'm sure he feels pretty bad. I mean, he thinks you did this all as a scam. You didn't scam him, but he still has the right to feel heartbroken. I promise he'll answer one of your calls eventually," Melanie assured, beginning to stroke my hair. "He might just need a little time."

       "I-I guess you're right," I whimpered. If it had been me, I probably would have wanted some time, too. Melanie smiled calmly, cooing soft words of assurance into my ear. She pulled me into a comforting hug, kissing my cheek and sighing.

       "C-can I cry some m-more?" I stammered, feeling myself on the verge of breaking down.

       "Go ahead and let it all out. You don't need my permission."

       I sobbed harshly into her arms, and I felt all the tension leave my body for a split second. I felt safe.

       "What--what am I g-going to d-do?"

~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~~~~

~Jeremy's POV~

       I kicked at loose stones and pebbles on the ground angrily, wiping my puffy eyes. I'd spent a lot of time crying on a side bench, which attracted much unwanted attention. Someone even approached me and asked if I was okay. I appreciated the effort, but nobody would understand. I felt hurt, both physically and mentally.

        My head throbbed painfully, and I almost forgot about the argument. It hurt a lot, more than what seemed normal. I sat down on another bench, trying not to cry again. It all seemed unreal, this whole encounter. Sort of like a fantasy.

       Oh, who am I kidding, I thought. I "fell in love" within the course of two days. That's some fantasy-level crap right there. Yet, it felt as if it weren't just those two days. I felt as if I'd lifted a weight off of my chest, one that had been there for a long time. A sudden memory floated into focus. The day Michael came out to me.

       "Hey, Jeremy?" 13-year-old Michael asked, playing with his hoodie strings.

       "Yeah? What's up?" I responded, still focused on booting up the Xbox.

       "Would--would you hate me if I were different?"

       I paused, then turned around. "Different? How?"

       "Um, like liking people-wise. W-would you hate me if I weren't normal in that way?"

       "Of course not. You're still the same best friend I've had for years," I beamed, slinging my arm around his shoulder. "You're still my favowite person." He laughed awkwardly, reaching up and touching my hand.

       "Really?" He looked into my eyes. This was a serious matter to him.

       "Of course!" I enveloped him in a bear hug, earning a falsetto giggle.

       "G-good, because I'm a bit different than everyone else," he admitted, returning the hug and smiling.

       That day, I'd felt happy. Much happier than I'd ever felt before. I always figured it was just the fact that he'd trusted me, he'd trusted me with his biggest secret. But now, I realized there was a different feeling that came to mind. A bigger, more impacting one. One that I'd fallen in love with Christine to try and fix.

       Puppy love.

       I always thought that it was because of Christine. She was the only girl in the school who caught my eye, the only girl who even talked to me. I figured hey, maybe that's where this is coming from? Now I realized that wasn't the case. I realized I'd felt that puppy love for a different person, a slushie-loving geek who made me laugh.

       My head ached again, harder and more painfully. For the past few days, I'd felt better than before, better than ever. I'd been able to release that feeling of puppy love, turn it into something more. To finally kiss and love someone who made me feel happy, that was pure ecstasy.

        I guess my emotions meant nothing.

       My head pounded hard, and this time it was scary. My hand began hurting, and I looked down hesitantly. An old scar I'd received was swelling up and jolting with pain. I remembered that scar. It was the one I got for straying from the main goal. For trying to go back to the party to save Michael.

       Realization struck a second too late. Michael, call Michael! I thought with panic. I pulled out my phone quickly and tried to dial his number, but my hands failed me. My fingers wouldn't move fast enough.

       I dropped my phone and curled into a ball on the bench, heaving and wheezing. Pain jolted through my entire body harshly, and I couldn't do anything about it. That voice, that one haunting voice that had never really left me, it came back.

Hey Jeremy. Did you miss me?

This was short, but I wanted to post it. Have fun ;-)

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