Looking Into Your (My) Eyes* -BE MORE CHILL

Chapter One: Prologues, Screaming, and Shocked Boys

PROLOGUE

Jeremy scanned his bedroom, taking in every detail.

The soft drizzle of late night April rain outside paired with the almost muted (and somewhat cheesy) Apocalypse of the Damned sound effects went together a lot nicer than Jeremy would've thought. It was dark, the only sources of light being the moon from outside his window and the bright light from the TV. Artificial and natural light mixed to give everything around him a soft, heavenly glow. Honestly, it was...

Perfect.

Scoffing quietly at his own sappiness, he couldn't resist smirking to the truth laced behind the thought.

At that moment, Jeremy had all he could ever want: Beautiful late nights, a shit ton of snacks, a good video game, and his favorite person in the beanbag next to him. The one and only, Michael Mell.

The two were silent for once, but it wasn't a bad kind of silence. When playing stage after stage for hours on end, two teen boys could only talk about so much. Eventually, a hush had fallen over them, and neither felt like breaking it.

Jeremy steals a glance while the next level loads up.

Michael seems dead focused on the TV. His eyes are obscured by his too-big glasses reflecting the screen not two feet in front of him. Jeremy can't help but spiral down his train of thoughts.

Ever since the now dubbed "SQUIP-cident" not even 5 months ago, he felt a stronger need than ever to stick close to Michael's side, no matter what.

Michael Mell, best friend for 12 years and counting.

Michael Mell, the kid who saved everyone from a demonic supercomputer Jeremy Heere had put in his head for selfish reasons.

Michael Mell, the boy who still somehow stands to be with local loser Jeremy Heere.

Michael Mell, who Jeremy Heere knows for a fact is still hurt from the Halloween party, yet is adamant about avoiding the issue for as long as he can.

The silence now almost feels defaning to Jeremy as he grips his "Player 2" themed controller tightly and pulls his attention to the game once again. He doesn't want to ruin this night.

However, it didn't last much longer.

Midway through the stage, a BZZT rips through the cold air and Jeremy feels a shock pulse from his fingertips to his scalp and toes. He unknowingly rips out a scream, and hears another voice screaming along with him.

Michael!

Michael shrieks along, and looks like he's in pain too. The "Player 1" controller he held before clatters to the floor, followed by Michael with a pathetic yell and a thud.

"N-no!" Jeremy squeaks, but he is too wrapped up in his own hurt to do anything other than fall onto the wood tile along with his buddy.

The edges of his eyesight are swimming with darkness, and he looks over to Michael one last time, who is lying limp on the ground just behind the opposing side of his bed, no longer screaming.

Jeremy lets out one final yelp before closing his eyes, twitching to the mind-numbing pins and needles sensation still dancing about his body.

Then everything goes black.

Thank god dad isn't home yet to hear all this.

CHAPTER ONE

The last thing Michael remembers was screaming about... something, and falling asleep on the floor.