Boyf Luff

Casual Conversation

(sorry for inactivity, please take this trash)

(Michael's POV)

"l got a part-time job at the McDonald's over on Flaherty Road," l told Jeremy as he flipped through channels on the TV. "l start today in about... two hours!"

"Ugh," Jeremy groaned in disgust, lying down on the beanbag as he continued to channel surf.

"What?"

"What am l gonna do when you're gone all day?" he asked, giving up on the TV.

"Wait for me to come back," l joked.

"You know l would."

"That's not true."

"Oh, but it is," he said, smiling a bit.

"Sure," l replied, dragging it out a bit for (hopefully) comedic effect.

"Seriously, what am l going to do?" he asked again. "Actually be productive?"

l laughed. "As if you could."

"Hey!"

"You could work on beating Apocalypse of the Damned on single-player," l offered. "After beating it on multi seventeen times, l think we should at least give the intended mode a whirl."

"But it's not the same without you," Jeremy whined. "There's no way l'll be able to play without you kissing my cheek and booping my snoot."

"Boop," l chirped, tapping his nose. l smiled at how cute he was.

"Exactly!"

"Look, we have two hours right now, let's spend them to the fullest," l offered. Jeremy nodded in approval.

"Great," l said, almost immediately wrapping my arms around him on the beanbag. l looked up to see him blush, a common occurrence when l do anything remotely romantic. "l love you."

"l love you more," he challenged, snuggling into my chest.

"Really? Prove it."

"Will do. Quiz me."

"What's my favorite animal?"

"Me," he responded after a bit of thinking.

"Favorite color?" l questioned, blushing a little at his correct response.

"The rainbow."

"Favorite number?"

"You're stuck between four-twenty and sixty-nine," he replied with ease. "Don't think l don't remember these things."

l laughed. "Alright, moving on to the next section."

"Oh, shoot, l didn't study."

"lt sure does sound like you did." He blushed at this, which l considered another victory on my part. "What is your favorite part about me?"

"My favorite part about you? You."

l smiled. "Good answer."

"l know," he replied with an adorable smile.

"What's your favorite part about you?"

"My favorite part about me?" he confirmed. l nodded my head. "The fact that l have you and am loved by you. Not only is that my favorite part, it's also the only part l actually like."

l smiled again. "You passed with flying colors."

"So, you admit that l love you more?"

"Of course not."

"Aight."

l yawned. "Are you tired?"

"No," he responded. "But, if you are, l probably could sleep."

"You'd sleep for me?"

"Micha, l'd die for you."

"There's no point in that," l told him, taking off my glasses and putting them on a side table. "lf you die, l die."

"C'mon, don't say that."

"Too late."

"You suck," he huffed.

"You," l finished with a smirk.

"Huh?"

"l suck you."

He blushed and laughed, pushing me away from him. "Shut up, you dork!"

"No noise? lt'll be hard, but l'll try," l teased. "Would you like to do it in the dark?"

"Oh my fuck, leave this room."

"'Fuck' you say? l know all about that."

"You are no longer welcome here."

"Coming from the boy who wanted me to stay."

"Coming?" he questioned, stealing my fire.

"lt's been less than ten minutes," l said. We both bursted into laughter, already done with each other.