As Michael slowly began to climb out of his bed, he noticed he was extremely hot. He ran to the bathroom to check in the mirror, and sure enough, he was blushing.
The colour of his skin nearly matched his favourite hoodie, being only a few shades lighter. He splashed his face with cold water in an attempt to calm himself down, but it was no use.
The dream kept replaying in his mind like a song on repeat. The way Jeremy was so full of bliss, excitement and lust.
It nearly drove him insane.
He replayed it again, when Jeremy romantically led them away from an audience and kissed him with pure delight. He shivered in happiness but it soon faded when he felt the urge to vomit.
Shit! God damn it! I hate my life!
He cried, trying to hold back the tears and flowers. Soon he started to choke, and couldn't hold it in anymore. He started coughing violently, blood spitting out of his mouth, petals gracefully falling to the ground. It's a shame, if he wasn't infected by this deadly disease, he would of thought they were relaxing and safe, but unfortunately that just wasn't the case.
After half an hour, Michael fell to the floor, tears blinding his eyes and dizziness taking away his control of balance. He felt sick. As he lay there, trembling and sweating like a pig, he finally decided it was enough.
The blood stained his teeth and the taste of silver filled his mouth. He spat out the blood on the floor, not caring about what a mess it was, and decided to call someone.
Who was someone who he knew and trusted enough to keep this a secret from Jeremy?
...Rich.
Michael quickly dialled Rich's number, smashing his thumbs violently on the phone.
Pick up pick up pick up pick up!!!
Bring bring... Bring bring...
As the phone carried on ringing, Michael began to debate the pro's and con's about dying.
No more Jeremy. Con. No more pain and suffering. Pro. No more apocalypse of the damned. BIG CON. No more school. Pro.
After 2 minutes of the phone ringing, Rich finally answered the phone.
"Hello?" Rich asked curiously.
"Ummm... hi." Michael replied, with an obvious slurr.
"Oh Michael!" Rich said enthusiastically.
After 5 seconds of complete silence, he than whispered into the phone.
"Are you ok?"
"No, I need you to come over...." Michael said, drifting off in thought.
After another 5 seconds of silence, He then ended his sentence.
"With Jake. I need you to come with Jake."
"Why what's the matter? Has something bad happened?" Rich replied, concern filling his voice.
"I'll explain everything when you get here."
"But--"
Rich was soon cut off by the beep of the phone. Michael had hung up on him.
As Michael slowly began to black out, his last thoughts were.
I hope they get here on time.... What would Jeremy do If he saw this now?
And with that, he passed out.
(A/N Since I haven't made a chapter in couple days I'll make another one today 😊❤)
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Petals of Love (Boyf Riends story)
Fanfictiona universe in were Micheal grows a bit too close to Jeremy and finds out that he has a secret to serious to spill. Jeremy becomes concerned for Micheal, but doesn't understand what is happening, but what he hears was not what he was expecting at all...
