Love Like You--Be More Chill--Boyf Riends

Holy F**k

The cold of the slushies on Michael fingers was just becoming uncomfortable when Mr. Heere opened the door.
"Hey Mr Heere"
"Hey Michael"
They stood awkwardly in the hall for a little bit while Michael unlaced his sneakers. No matter how many times Michael went over to Jeremy's house, it was always just a bit weird to be around his dad. He knew that Jeremy's dad hated the fact he smoked weed, and that Michael was the only person every coming to meet Jeremy. Michael thinks that he wanted Jeremy to have a girl over or something.
"Is Jeremy in his bedroom?"
"Yup! You uh... have fun!"
"Thanks!"
Michael bolted up the familiar stairs, fleeing the tension. He reached the second door on the left, knocked, and heard a muffled "come in." He opened the door and what he saw he would later describe as the most beautiful thing in human history.

(Michaels POV)
Holy fuck.
There was Jeremy, my crush for nine years, with his perfect hair, and perfect eyes the color of crystal Pepsi. There he was with freckles and crooked smile and just over all adorableness. And holy fuck. He was wearing a cat onesie. It was mostly black, with touches of pink for the ears, and he was sitting in one of the beanbags, and blushing when I stared.
"Common, Micha, you said you wouldn't laugh!" Jere said, pouting a little, "and in my defense it's like, super comfortable."
It took everything I had not grab him and cuddle with him for hours. And instead of screaming "you look really pretty" at the top of my lungs, I just went for a simple "Where did you even get that?"
"Oh Michael, the cat onesies come from within."
"Wonderful. Okay, well do u just want to watch a movie, or video games?"
"I dunno. OOOOHHHHH YES I DO KNOW HOLD UP!!"
"What is it?"
"So I forgot to text you about this, but basically I was at this garage sale and I found this like, portable pinball machine! It super fun!" Jeremy pulled out of his closet a mini pinball machine that you apparently lay across you lap to play. It was just about the length and width of a computer.
"That's great!" I said, stealing glances at Jere every so often, " How about we have a tournament?"
"Great!"

(Jeremy's POV)
I must admit I didn't get the exact reaction out of Michael I wanted with the whole cat onesie thing. It's not like I thought he would just randomly scream "you look really pretty," but it kinda hurt that he totally pushed it aside like that. I know I shouldn't get my hopes up or anything, he's probably strait, and even if he wasn't I'm an ugly looser who can't do anything but play video games. No wonder he isn't interested.
We played pinball for a few hours but that got a little boring so we ordered some pizza and just sat and talked for a little bit.
"You know Michael, I do have another onesie..."
"What?! Why do you have multiple!??"
"CAUSE ITS COMFY! Also this ones a unicorn."
"Give it too me"

(Michael's POV)
I walked into the bathroom to change, he was right, it was really soft. I adjusted the mirror over the sink so that it didn't face me. I really hate seeing how fat I am. I took off my shirt, revealing stretch marks and all, and couldn't help sucking in my tummy, just too see what I could have looked like. It was okay I guess. There wee still problems though, the stretch marks, the pimples, the birth marks in awkward places. Then, of course, when I let go of my breath, my pudge just jiggled back into action. God I fucking hate my body so much. I'm just so fucking ugly. My stupid glasses cover up most of my face, which I guess is good cause then people can't see the bags under my eyes or my blackheads. I played with my cheeks, remembering how people would call me a chipmunk in grades school. Which in hindsight was a pretty lazy insult, but it still hurt. I felt slow hot tears go down my face and god I'm such a fucking baby. And your just a child that everyone around a you feels responsible for and that's the only reason that people hang out with you and--
Knock Knock Knock
"Hey Michael, you good in there? You're kinda taking awhile."
"Yeah I'm fine," I said sniffling "I be right out!"
I splashed some water on my face, threw on the onesie--oh shit this is comfortable--and walked out the door.

(AN) hey guys I know this is really short. Imma update soon tho, so yah. Also sry if this is total trash