BMC/DEH One Shots (Requests Are Closed) Discontinued

Boyf Riends- The Keyword Is SQUIP

TW: Suicide… thats it.

“Why?! Why didn't you tell me he would do this?!”

“Jeremy, there's no way I could have predicted this! Remember Eminem?  I can't predict death!”

I wake up in a cold sweat. I've been having that dream ever since I got home from the hospital. Michael would be standing at the edge of a building. I try to get to him but every time, I would be too late.

I take a shaky breath and get up, I head to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and notice my skin's a lot more paler then it should be. I decide to get into the shower and clean up.

I head back to my room and make an effort to change my sheets.

Dad walks past and sees. “You have an accident?”

“God, dad! No!”

“It’s okay if you did, it happens sometimes.”

I turn and look at my dad. “Geez, dad! I'm not five anymore! And please, put on pants when you get up in the morning.” I gather my sheets and head to the laundry room, dad follows.

I look at him and he looks at me expectantly. I sigh. “Okay, it was.” I pause. “It just got really hot last night, god!”

“Okay, if you say so, kiddo.” He walks away.

I sigh with relief and put my sheets in the wash. Once I'm finished, I head down stairs. I make myself a bowl of cereal. I sit down at the table and dad comes down, thankfully, wearing pants.

He makes himself something to eat while I finish off my cereal. I get up and grab my bag. “Alright, dad. Im off!”

He shouts from the kitchen. “Okay, bye, kiddo!”

I walk up the stairs and some kid gets pushed and slams his face into the stairs. People laugh and he rushes inside. I feel bad for him. I didn't see the guy that did it, but I wish I did. I walk inside bumping into people like a ping pong ball. I meet up with Michael at my locker. As I put my bag in he tells me about this crazy thing he saw in the back room at Spencer's Gifts. “Cool.” I shrug it off.

“Jeremy? Are you feeling alright?”

I look at Michael. “I'm fine.”

He grabs my arm, “Are sure?”

“I guess I'm just trying to adjust after the incident.”

He has a bit of a disappointed look on his face. “Okay.”

“Gotta go, I'll see you later.”

“Okay, see ya later.”

We split ways and I try to navigate the hallway. I get shoved a few times, nothing I'm not used to. I get through the doorway to math class and plop my ass in my desk. I look around and see Rich’s desk is full of get well soon cards. I sigh and put my head on my desk, closing my eyes hoping to get a few moments of peace. A hand is slammed on my desk. "Hey, Jeremy!”

I look up to see Rich.

He gives me a smile. “You mind helping with my desk?” He says with a bit of a lisp.

I get up. “Oh, uh, sure!”

“Thanks.”

He opens up his bag. “Just put em’ in here, Heere.”

I roll my eyes and start to put the cards in, a few at a time. It only takes about a minute before we finish.

“Thanks, Heere.” Rich playfully punches my arm.

“Ow.” I rub the spot he punched. “It no problem, glad I could help.”

The bell ring and the teacher walks in. We all find our seats and the teacher starts to talk.

I watch the clock intensely in science. Come on! Go! Go, go, go, go! The bell rings and I practicly jump out my seat and run out the door. I get to the cafeteria as fast as possible. I find the usual table Michael and I sit at. I pull out a book to read. It takes Michael a few minutes to get here because he has P.E right before lunch. I feel someone sit beside me I look up. “Hey, Micha-” I stop mid sentence because it wasn't Michael who was sitting there, it was Brooke. “Oh, hey Brooke. What are you doing here?”

“Well you and Michael always sit alone together, so I thought you might like some extra company.”

“That's really nice of you.”

Rich and Jake sit the opposite of me and Brooke.

“Hey, guys.” Rich says, his lisp strong.

“Hey,” Brooke says. “Have you always had that lisp?”

“I did when I was young. But the squip ‘fixed it.’ Anyway, how have you been since the hospital, Jere?”

“Oh, uh. I’ve been fine.” I spot Michael in the cafeteria doors. “Hey, Michaeal, come sit with us!” I wave him over.

“I can’t beleive the entire cast had been sent to the hospital.” Jake says.

“They had to get rid of it permently. Red mountain dew only destroys it. They feared it might have the ability to repair its self." Michael says sitting down.

I touch the bandage on my neck, still feeling guilty about it. “I heard that not only the cast members were sent to hospital, but other people in town, across the country too.”

“Where'd you hear that?” Rich says with his lisp.

“The news.”

“Wow.” The rest of the group says in unison.

We all start eating, having conversations all through lunch. When the bell rings, we all split ways, except for me, Michael, and Jake, we take history together. I alays thought it would just be Michael and I for the rest of our lives, no one else. I think the turning point was the squip incedent.

“Hey, can I just spill something on you guys?” Jake blurts.

“Go ahead.” We both say.

“Rich didn't want me to tell anyone, but, Rich and I are dating.”

“Wow! That's awesome!” Michael gets really excited.

“Yeah, that’s great!” I say.

I can't stop thinking about my dream in history. I wonder what it means? I thought at first it was what might have happend if I kept going on with the squip, but now it could mean more. After the whole parade, I didn’t really want Christine anymore. If anything, we grew as friends, and don't think I could consider her more than one. Now I pose the question. Could I be in love with Michael?