my bro(Boyf riends)

the one where michael drives to sev-elev but doesnt get a slushie

Jeremy pov

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was so stupid. I ran my fingers through my knotted hair as I stared at my reflection in the stained, school bathroom mirror. You weren't supposed to flirt with somebody before you broke up with them. Goddamnit. Christine was absolutely wonderful. She was amazing and pretty and fun and more. The problem was that I had fallen in love with an imaginary version of her that didn't exist. I only thought I knew the Christine I fell in love with. Which presented me with a dilemma. I had no idea how to tell her I wanted to break up. I couldn't. I so desperately wanted to, but how could I, after leading her on the way I did and being all nice and flirty and pining after her for so long- I felt hot tears gather in my eyes as I sank to the dirty floor. Why was I so stupid?

Micheal's pov

Something was most definitely up. The uneasy look in his eyes paired with his sudden departure spelled trouble. I got up from the table where we were deep in discussion over whether or not Tom Holland was accurately portraying Spider Man.
"I'll be right back", I muttered as I left for the bathroom. Jake and Rich both shared a meaningful look with Brooke and Chloe while Christine simply looked thoughtful.

"Jeremy?" I said as I pushed open the heavy door. "Are you in here?" I heard sniffles and muffled sobs. "Jeremy!" He was curled up in a corner of the bathroom and was slowly rocking back and forth.
"M-michael?" He hiccuped as he wiped his face. I immediately rushed to his side.
"What happened?" I snatched paper towels from the disposal and offered him some. "Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?"
"N-no, Michael, I'm fine, I just..." He stuttered as he clutched the paper towels from my hands. "I had a p-panic at-attack."
"C'mon." I hoisted him up from the grimy floor. "Let's go somewhere so that we can talk about it." He clutched my wrist as his wet eyes looked at me incredulously.
"Where?"
"Somewhere not here. C'mon." I dragged him out of the bathroom and down the hall.
    "Are we skipping?" Jeremy said in awe as we ran down the hall and out the door.
    "If that's what you wanna call it, yeah." We snuck over to the student parking lot and into my PT Cruiser.
    "Michael Mell, I can't believe you." Jeremy laughed as we climbed into the beat up car.
    "Neither can I." I muttered as I turned on the stereo. I pulled out of the parking lot and drove aimlessly as the refreshing breeze hit our faces. I noticed Jeremy slowly begin to relax. After several turns we arrived at our destination.
    "Seriously, Michael? The Seven-Eleven parking lot?" Jeremy deadpanned as I parked in the secluded corner.
    "Don't hate. This is my home away from home." I turned to face him. The sun hit Jeremy's somewhat long light brown hair perfectly as it framed his pale freckled face. His usually happy blue eyes, now flitted nervously away from mine as the heavy silence grew.
    "I want to break up with Christine." Jeremy blurted. I raised an eyebrow as he turned red.
    "Do you wanna tell me why? I mean, you've pined after for so long, and now you finally have her. Not to mention, it took the entire student body being put under mind control for it to happen." Jeremy shifted uncomfortably as he turned red.
    "I r-really liked Christine. B-but the made-up version in my head that I liked isn't the real Christine. I sort of fell in love with an illusion. I still think she's awesome and I want to stay friends, I just don't like her in that way."
I nodded slowly.
    "Do you wanna go get stoned?"
    "Yes." He replied not missing a beat.