A/N I know this is quite late seeing as Valentine's day was 4 days ago but I had already written the plan out for it, but my stupid ass forgot to publish it. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy ❤
It was an early Wednesday morning when Michael started to get excited over something most people labelled a 'scam'
That's right, it was Valentines day. Possibly one of his favourite holidays in the universe (the top one being Christmas) he was absolutely beaming with joy.He jumped out of bed 5 minutes earlier than his alarm, causing him to giggle lightly. It was one of his favourite yet annoying habits he had learnt over the years. It was something his great uncle taught him to do. One of the main rules was that you had to set an alarm for a certain time of the day (in case you actually didn't wake up on time) only to wake up earlier and shout 'SCREW YOU' to the digital machine.
He ran his delicate hands through his bed hair, attempting to make it at least decent for the special day, but only worsening it in the process. He didn't really care though, there's nothing you can't fix without hair gel and a comb anyway.
He hummed to himself lightly as he started to daydream about Jeremy and what he could possibly be doing at this time in the morning. He decided to shrug it off. He's probably still asleep anyway. He began to chuckle as he imagined how adorable Jeremy would look like curled up in bed, snoring to himself.
As he continued to giggle quietly under his breath, he made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his bright red face. The cold water gushed around the sink and onto Michaels hands as he slowly let the water glide around his fingers, obviously enjoying the relaxing feeling of the water against his skin. He quickly splashed his face a few times before placing his glasses onto his nose.
Perfect.
Now all he needed to do was pick a nice outfit for the day. Eventually he decided that he'd go for a pastel pink polo shirt with white around the cuffs, having little cute hearts around the sleeves and bottom of the shirt. It was one of his favourite shirts because not only did it make him look like a precious cinnamon roll who must be protected, but it was also tight around all the perfect parts of his torso. He liked the way it showed off his muscular body, but it was so cosy and comfortable to wear. As well as being quite loose whenever he'd stretch his arms.
Along with that he wore some faded skinny jeans which he thought went amazingly with the shirt, showing of his big legs and how strong they look.
Here's what I based his outfit off ^As he went to grab the doorknob he quickly took his phone and placed it in his black Panic! At the disco backpack, deciding that he would go and get a milkshake at Starbucks.
A/N I've never actually been to Starbucks so if they don't sell milkshakes they do now.Jeremy's POV
I woke up to the sound of my stupid alarm clock beeping loudly, vibrating like crazy. I slowly went to turn it off and took a breath to start the day. As I stretched and rubbed my eyes with my scrunched up fists, I checked to see what time it was. 8:15, like I'd had planned. I suddenly bolted upright as I remembered what day it was....
Valentines Day.... ❤
A/N I don't really know if I want to continue this or not, because everytime I get the motivation to carry on I just become really lazy to do anything. I really want to though. What do you guys think I should do? Comment below! ❤
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