Boyf riends one shots!

One shot- michael got sick

One shot: Mikey gets sickey

Tw: thoughts of depression, throwing up, and gross. Fluff

I sat in my bed clutching my stomach in pain.

It was cramping up, my face was flushing, I was sweating like crazy, Even though I felt so cold!

I felt the vomit escape my mouth every time I tried to drink my water.

My mom and dad were out on a business trip so I had no one to take care of me.

But I don't call for Help.

I was mad at myself. This was my punishment.

Me and Jeremy broke up.

I felt the tears slide down my face as I thought about what I had done and what he had done.

"Michael stop this! You such a loser!"

"I-I-I HATE YOU! YOU JERK!"

It all kept swirling through my mind.

Me saying I hate you. Him calling me a loser.

It started when he 'accidentally' activated the Squip.

But then he revealed it was a fucking prank. But I took it to far.

I slapped him. I slapped my boyfriend.

I kept apologizing, but he than said that word to me.

"Loser."

It rung trough my head bringing back painful memories.

I breathed heavily as the tears went down my face.

My soar throat hurting as the tears and sqeeks jumped out of my throat.

I felt tired, but awake. I kept tossing and turning trying to forget everything.

"What if I just dissapeered here." I thought to myself.

"I promised Jeremy I wouldn't leave him ever again." I reply to myself with more hot tears dripping out of my eyes.

I slap myself in the face to try and ignore these feelings.

I feel the pressure in my stomach go up. My stomach churned and I opened my mouth to the floor beside me to throw up the sour puke. I felt like I was vomiting my guts out.

I slowly close my eyes with disgust as the vomit drips on the side of my lips.

"Maybe no one would notice if I disappeared..." I mutter before it goes a dark thick black around me.

Jeremy's pov

"Christine!??" I shout into the phone panicked.

"Yeah? You okay fam?" She responds.

"N-no do you know where Michael is!?" I ask on he verge of loud tears.

"No, no ones seen him in two day." She responds.

"We has a fight and I haven't seen him at school for two days! I just want to make up with him! I tried texting, but he hasn't answered!" I sob to her over the phone.

"Calm down. Go to his house and apologize and it will be fine." She reassures me.

"You sure?" I quiver out.

"Of course dude! Do it!" She hung up and I sighed.

I walked to michaels house hesitantly.

I knocked three times on the door.

No response went through.

I lift up the 'welcome' door mat and grab the key underneath it.

I slide it through the door and make my way isndie.

"Hey mocha! Can w-we talk?" I ask projecting my voice so he could hear me.

I heard no response.

I panicked and search the house.

I see michaels room door is shut.

I slightly open it to get a wave of gross smells.

I cover my nose and turn my head about to gag.

I look inside and see clothes everywhere and a mysterious green substance on the ground.

I walk in the room further to investigate.

I turn my head to michaels bed to see Michael breathing heavily.

He is arrayed in a position clutching his stomach in pain.

He was in his boxers and hoodie. He looked to be sweating to death, his expression filled with pain.

I could see the throw up on the ground next to him and on his face.

He started coughing violently.

He looked to be asleep. I quickly rushed to his needs.

I shake him awake.

He bolts up with tears prickling his eyes.

"J-Jer, w-what are y-you doing h-here?" He quesiton s with his voice raspy and fragil.

"I wanted to make things right. You are my boyfriend and I don't want to lose you." I say while all the tears I held back stream down my face.

I see a little smile creep on his face until it was pushed aside by a look of queasiness.

He pushed me away and fell to th floor.

He was on his knees his hands held him up. His mouth flung open and he threw up on the carpet.

Explains the smell.

I pick him up and plop him on the couch.

I quickly get him some medicine, tea, crackers, balcnkets, and a funny movie. The princess bride.

"J-Jer you don't h-have to do t-this." He stared while his voice quivered.

"As your boyfriend 2.0, of course I do!" I chuckle back.

He chuckles and turns to his side.

I grab him and embrace him in cuddles.

His warm sweaty skin on mine.

He relaxed his body and melted into the hug.

"I l-love you." He said with his voice still raspy.

"I love you more~" I sang out.

"Nah, I-I love you more!" He coughed.

Heh I lov him.

Meh I didn't really edit this. Don't curse me