BMC Boyf Riends One Shots

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Because I am a sad sack of trash.

TW: Suicide, very light swearing(one word), feels. Oh there is also a slight change in Squip's personality so like...yeah

Michael looked down at his phone and sighed. He had to message Jeremy. He needed to know he was okay.

Player 1: Jeremy, did u get outta the fire?

Player 1: I know u probably can't see this, I'm probably not in ur contacts.

Player 1: srsly tho r u ok? I need to know. I'm worried about you.

Player 1: Jeremy I love you|

He deleted the text and stared at the blinking bar with tears in his eyes.

He loved Jeremy so much that he needed to make sure he was safe. That fire hurt a lot of people, Christine's hair got burned slightly, Rich was basically burned alive, and Jake broke both of his legs.

Jeremy could be dead, and Michael had been too busy crying in the bathroom.

He needed to call Jeremy. He needed to know he was safe, and at home. He just needed to know.

He dialed the number he'd basically memorized and held it up to his ear.

Beep.

Beep.

"Hi, this is Jeremy, if you heere this, than I'm not at the phone. I'm probably in my favorite person, Michael's, basement getting high as possible. So I guess you can just leave a message if you wa- MICHAEL GIVE ME MY PHONE!"

"Hi this is Jeremy and I jack off to furry porn in the mornings!"

"M-MICHAEL!"

The phone beeped. Michael smiled at the audio and then realized he should probably leave a message.

He let out a sad sigh as he thought s out what to say.

"Jeremy, I know you probably don't care about me much anymore..." His face was turning bright red as he rubbed his eyes.

"And I know you're too cool to need me...you have the Squip and you seem f-fine..." Michael began crying softly.

"But I j-just wanted to let you know that I r-really really love you...I have f-for a l-long time...but you like C-Christine and I w-want you happy..." He froze, looking over at his dresser and eyeing his sleeping medication.

"After tonight, I w-won't be a bother t-to you or any of the popular kids anymore... I'm sorry I was so useless... But please, know I love you more than anything....And w-when I asked if you would be t-too cool for video g-games...I wanted to say m-me... I'm so sorry...this is goodbye Jeremy...I-I love you."

Michael ended the voicemail and sat the phone down, walking over to the pills.

"Well, I can say goodbye to sleepless nights now." He mumbled, as he unscrewed the lid and looked down at the pills. "F-For Jeremy." He held it up as if it were a beer bottle being clanked against another beer bottle.

(Meanwhile)

Jeremy was pacing in his room, realizing how bad he'd screwed up. He didn't even hear his phone go off.

"Jeremy. Calm down, go get some water or something and breath. You are stressing over nothing."

"Nothing!? My best friend was crying in a freaking bathroom because of ME. Not YOU, ME!!" Jeremy said and the Squip rolled its eyes.