BMC Boyf Riends One Shots

Optic Nerve Blocking: Off

I've wanted to drabble on this idea for a very long time...just because. Also I HC Jeremy is only shorter than Michael because slouching, but he's not even that much taller

I should be sleeping

Warning: minor swearing

"Jeremy are you coming?" Michael asked half excitedly, half confused. He grabbed the sleeve of Jeremy's hoodie as the taller male didn't answer.

"Jeremy, just say Optic Nerve Blocking On and you won't have to deal with this loser. Brooke is waiting for you and if you don't leave soon she'll think you're blowing her off." Jeremy tried to ignore the Squip. He turned back around and looked at Michael, who had probably the most hearth broken face Jeremy had ever seen.

"Jeremy?" He asked and Jeremy sighed. He couldn't keep looking at him, mainly because seeing that Michael was some what transparent because of the Squip really hurt.

"Hey Squip." Jeremy mumbled and the Squip reappeared next to him.

"Would you like me to activate Optic Nerve Blocking?" The Squip seemed to have a smirk in its voice. Jeremy shook his head, which got Michael's attention.

"I want you to send a text to Brooke for me telling her I won't be able to make it." Jeremy whispered and the Squip crossed its arms.

"Jeremy who are you talking to?" Michael seemed somewhat annoyed by Jeremy's ignorance.

"I'm not going to let you just throw away everything I've build you Jeremy! You NEED this date with Brooke!" The Squip yelled and it began shocking Jeremy, which in turn shocked Michael, causing him to pull away from Jeremy.

Jeremy was now on the floor, huddled in a ball, crying. Michael noticed his phone go off and picked it up.

"Jeremy! Finally I've been trying to get ahold of you for the last few minutes. Where did you-" Michael ended the call. It had been Brooke.

"Okay you super computer piece of shit, listen here. You leave Jeremy alone okay? He doesn't need somebody like you screwing with his damn life. He doesn't need you constantly up his ass because that's my job." Michael looked around to see if the Squip would respond, then he got a random call on Jeremy's phone. "Hello?"

"You can't stop me from doing my job Michael. I'm in Jeremy's head. He doesn't need you. He doesn't want you. The only reason he hesitated was because he wants Christine and not Brooke." Somehow the Squip had hacked into Jeremy's phone...great.

"You're lying." Michael got down on the floor and lay Jeremy's head on his legs. "He was hesitant because he cares about me. He's my best friend and he wouldn't just willingly leave me like you wanted him to."

"Actually there's a 78% chance he would Michael. I can see alternate realities and one outcome is him actually doing the right thing and blocking you out. Completely."

"Well it's not this reality is it?" Michael smirked a bit.

"What?"

"You said in an alternate reality...This isn't an alternate reality. This is right here, right now. So you damn as hell better let Jeremy go before I find a way to kick your Tictac ass out of his head." Michael ended and he looked down at Jeremy, who was still in pain. "This isn't over asshole." Michael turned the phone off, put it in his bag, and drew his attention towards Jeremy.

Jeremy had tears coming out of his eyes, which were completely white, devoid of life and emotion. He was whispering senseless nonsense and Michael decided to take him home.

He picked Jeremy up bridal style and walked him out to the student parking lot and gently sat him in the back of the car, laying him down so he wasn't uncomfortable.

(Time skip bc lazy ass heere needs sleep!)

Jeremy was now on Michael's bed as the shorter male attempted to find any way to rid him of the Squip.

"Jeremy can you hear me?" Michael randomly asked, turning towards the brunette who was still crying and mumbling. "Guess not..."

Michael turned back to the laptop, trying to find something, anything, on the Squip. Nothing.

"Why is there no info on this shitty thing?" Michael mumbled before hearing something, and turning back to see Jeremy trying to sit up and failing. "Jeremy?" Michael asked and the brunette looked at him with his normal blue eyes.

"Holy shit I can see you." Was all Jeremy said as a smile creeped its way on to his face.

"Good. What the hell happened back there Jeremy?" Michael had a small tint of anger in his voice but it was more concerned and fear than anything.

"I...umm...I actually have no idea...if I'm being honest." Jeremy muttered weakly as he tried sitting up again, only to fall forward into Michael. "Actually...it was the Squip wasn't it?"

"Mmhm."

"What did it do?"

"Well I asked you if you were coming to like...hang out with me and you whispered something then you just fell over in pain. Brooke called you but never got the reply, Squip hacked into your phone to tell me you didn't need me...than I brought you here." Michael said in a quick manner as he gently pushed Jeremy off of him to read his expression.

"I hurt you didn't I?"

"No...the Squip hurt you. It's okay though that lil bitch knows I'll kill it if it shows its ass here again."

"Michael it's in my head I-"

"You never answered my question earlier."

"Wha?"

"About getting stoned in my basement."

"I don't wanna celebrate the Tictac though. I just wanna sleep.* Jeremy whined and Michael smiled.

"Fine, take your shoes and jacket off you're sleeping in my bed."

"What?"

"It's only fair that since you ignored me all day, I get to choose what we do together. So sleep together it is."

"But that's gay."

"And your point is?" Michael raised a brow as he stuck his lips out sarcastically.

"You're gay?"

"Exactly so screw everything we're sleeping together."

"No homo?"

"No Jeremy...This is very homo." Michael said as he threw his hoodie and shoes off and got under the cover, Jeremy following suit.

They ended up cuddling each other that night without realizing it.

Guess the gayness killed the Squip. Yes taste the rainbow you friggin Tictac!!