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

Chapter Five: Group Chats, Blushing, and Explanations

CHAPTER FIVE

'Chloe' Sent a Message to 'SquipSquad' (1m Ago)

bail school, at my place with the dorks. they got something reeealll fuckin important to say. Get over here ASAP. not fuckin kidding!!!!!!

Brooke

THIS BETTER BE WORTH PUTTING ME THRU THE 5 STAGES OF GRIEF

im omw <3

Christine

At least they're alive!

Jake

broOKE DONT LEAVE YET IM P SURE WE ALL ARE PILING IN UR CAR

Brooke

ok?

Rich

yo ten bucks says theyre lovers

Christine

Let's not take bets on their love lives  -_-

Jenna

I BET TWENTY

      The others arrive in record time. Chloe springs up from her spot by the bed to go greet them, closing the door as she struts out. Jeremy and Michael are left to prepare themselves.

    "How are ya feeling?" Michael gets up and walks around the room.

     "Tired, with a small headache, and I think my vision is getting fuzzy,"

    Michael gives a weak laugh. "That's probably 'cause I haven't smoked in a while," Jeremy just shrugs.

    "'Cept for the vision thing. You actually have to clean my glasses now and then,"

    "... Oh,"

    A moment passes, the boys just listening to their breathing.

    "I-I'm scared too, Jer,"

    "What's worse is that.. we shouldn't be," Jeremy sighs and starts to pull at the hoodie.

    "I know. Just, like, remember that these guys are your friends. Our friends. And, uhm, friendship is all about trust," Michael says with a soft "ahem", the other moving over to the doorway, holding out the hoodie.

    "Put it on, dude," he urges,  "Y-you were right. When you told me about how safe it feels, I mean,"

    Michael doesn't have to be told twice, yanking it over his head with a satisfying fwip. Jeremy ultimately ends up pulling on his own cardigan (thread hanging from the cuffs).

   Chloe joins them, making an extra effort to open the door slower than she normally would. "Christine is threatening to carry you out there herself if you don't hurry it up. Try and get it out quick, like a band-aid or something," she suggests, arms crossed. One final look is shared between the best friends, before they trudge out in front of Chloe. Michael feels her hit his back, and he turns to face her faltering smile. "Break a leg," she mutters.