Boyf Riends, RichJake, and TreeBros Oneshots

Boyf Riends- Sleepy Skype

***Skype messaging in bold, thoughts  and  lyrics in italics***

Jeremy was sitting at his computer, definitely not about to look up a porno (of course not wHy WoUlD hE Do ThAt?11?1!!),  when a Skype notification popped up on his screen. 

heedtheweed: jjjEeEeeErrmmMmYyyYyy

HeereAndQueer: micha what is it this time 

heedtheweed: i'm lonely and I can't fall asleep skype me plzzzzz

HeereAndQueer: how about no i'm kinda busy 

heedtheweed: m8 you have no social life you're never busy 

HeereAndQueer: ok you got me, call me nerd 

heedtheweed: you know you love me 

HeereAndQueer: mmmmhhhhmmmmm 

Incoming Skype Call from heedtheweed

Jeremy carried his laptop over to his bed, burritoed himself into his bi pride blanket, and accepted the call. Michael's face popped up on the screen- he was also snug in a blanket, and his hair was all fluffed out in every direction. 

"Hello, cute stuff," Jeremy smirked. 

"Shut up, I look like I got hit by a f'in train. Twice," Michael groaned, a light blush dusting his cheeks pink. Thank God my room is dark. "Jerrrrremmmmyyyyy, I can't sleeeeeeeeeep," he whined. He made an attempt to roll himself up in the blanket better, but ended up rolling off the bed with a huge thump. Hysterical laughter erupted from Jeremy- nothing like  some good sleep deprivation and your friend possibly dying in the floor to make a fun time. 

"Jeremy, I swear to god, if you don't stop laughing, I'm going to drive over to your house and smother you with a pillow," Michael called up angrily from his place on the floor. 

"Oh shut up, you gay angry burrito." Jeremy managed to choke out between laughter. 

Michael rolled himself up back onto his bed. "I came out here to have a good time and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now." 

Jeremy wiped all the tears from his eyes and calmed down. "Dude, it's like 3 AM. You obviously  need your beauty sleep." 

"My anxiety is like super high right now, and I can't fall asleep. It sucks major butt."

"Can... can I help in any way?" Jeremy tentatively asked, concern creeping into his voice. Jeremy honestly tried his best to help Michael with his anxiety- he knew it was a huge problem for him. Secretly, he always felt like he wasn't enough for Michael. After the whole SQUIP indecent, he was making a huge effort to be a better friend. 

"Um, can you, maybe..." Michael mumbled the rest of his sentence, his face as red as his hoodie. 

"What? I'll do whatever you want, Michael." 

"...can you sing for me?" Michael buried his head in his blanket, embarrassment overwhelming him. From the depths of his blanket ball, he quietly said, "I've heard you sing a little bit before, and, it was really good? And... I dunno, this is stupid." 

Jeremy's face lit up in surprise, his cheeks rosy. "Of course, Michael! I'm not very good, but I'll try." Michael emerged from his blanket, a happy grin spread wide across his face. Jeremy reached under his bed for his ukulele. They both have ukuleles- Jeremy's is blue and says "PLAYER TWO" on it, Michael's red with "PLAYER ONE" written on it. He strummed the strings, tuned the uke, and took a deep breath. "I'm gonna play a song I wrote, called 'Cecily Smith'." Michael's eyes glittered with admiration and excitement. Jeremy started to strum the uke, music filling his small New Jersey bedroom. 

"The war was over, I was living with my folks

I yelled upstairs, 'Hey Ma, I'm off to grab some smokes'. 

And my father called 

'Why you need to smoke so late?' 

I lied, I had a date." 

"Your have such a good voice," Michael softly giggled, his Filipino accent coming out in his tired voice. The song continued, and a sleepy smile snuck across Michael's face. He lay content, Jeremy's lovely voice surrounding him. 

"And though it was real 

it doesn't feel like it could be. 

That night when you said to me, 

'I've got two tickets for La Traviata.'" 

Michael's eyelids drooped, and he yawned loudly, peaceful as he could be. 

Jeremy came to the end of the song. 

"Life is not the things that we do, 

it's who we're doing them with." 

He looked up from his ukulele and at his computer, only to see a sleeping Michael, a soft smile on his lips. Jeremy grinned, it had worked. This was the happiest he had seen him in quite a while. He went to hang up the Skype call, but before he did, he whispered, "I love you", sure that Michael was 100% asleep. 

Just as he was about to click on the button, he heard a quiet mumble from Michael. 

"Love you too."