This isn't proofread don't kill me please.
"Hey, babe, are you alright?" Michael kissed my cheek and looked at me with concern etched onto his face.
Oh, oh, oh, everything about you is so terrible. Oh, oh, oh, everything about me makes me wanna die.... The voice of the squip rung through my head and I couldn't help but finish the quote in my head. I closed my eyes. No, nothing you say is true! Are you sure about that, Jeremy? C'mon repeat after me. Oh, oh, oh, everything about you is so terrible.... But.... No Jeremy. Everything about you is so terrible.... Everything about me is so terrible.... Why does Michael even like me?! That's the spirit Jeremy! Now, oh, oh, oh, everything about you makes me wanna die.... Everything about me makes me wanna die.... There you go Jeremy. And now, without me, nobody can fix you. I felt a light shaking on my shoulder but I ignored it, engrossed in the squip's words.
You got rid of my control.... Nothing can help you now. Michael doesn't like you. He pities you. He hasn't even forgiven you for that night at the party. Inside, he hates you. You will never be loved or wanted Jeremy. Salty tears streamed down my face. The shaking was stronger now, more forceful. I let out a sob and the source of the shaking disappeared. I sobbed quietly into my knees. I'm so pathetic! Of course Michael hasn't forgiven me. He hates you. He probably never will! You'll never be forgiven! I don't deserve his care, pity or not. You shouldn't exist. The squip has a point, I should just die. That's right Jeremy. Your death would benefit everyone. If I'm dead, nobody will ever have to deal with me again. Nobody will miss me for very long anyway. Of course they won't Jeremy! Who would miss the one who almost destroyed civilization? They'll get over it in a few weeks, or days more likely.
I felt a bottle at my lips. I turned my face, not knowing what it was. Well, if it's Michael trying to poison me, at least I die. I turned my head back to the bottle being held up to me, drinking the liquid. Suddenly, the presence of the squip disappeared from my mind. I finally opened my eyes and saw a red liquid in the bottle in front of me. Directly behind the Mountain Dew Red, holding it, was Michael. More tears slipped down my face. I don't deserve him. He should have someone better than me. Nobody should have to be burdened by me....
"Jeremy, baby, you aren't a burden! You will never be a burden. And if anything, I don't deserve how amazing you are." He cupped my face in his hands and forced me to look up at him.
"S-shit.... I said that out loud, didn't I?" I pulled my head back. I can't stand looking into his gorgeous eyes while I sit here like a pathetic loser. Everything about him is perfect, his hair, his personality. And his gorgeous eyes. They're like pools of chocolate so deep you could drown in them. Smooth and sweet, and oh so addictive. He pulled me close against him and wrapped his arms around me. I was so thin his arms almost fit around me twice. I'm so unattractive, especially compared to him.
"Michael? Why- why do you like me? I'm nothing special. If you wanted, you could have any boy you wanted. You're absolutely stunning, anyone would want you...." I mumbled quietly into his hoodie, but he must have heard me anyway.
"Jeremy, I already have the only boy I want. You. You are absolutely special and amazing. My looks don't compare to you, not at all. Your eyes are so amazing, I'm always afraid I'll lose myself in them. You're always so insecure about being skinny, but you're getting better. You are beautiful. Don't let that stupid squip tell you otherwise." He nuzzled the top of my head and I smiled, breathing in his scent.
"Thank you Micha...."
"Anything for you, mahal ko."
