Boyf Riends, RichJake, and TreeBros Oneshots

Boyf Riends- Squip Squad Sleepover

A/N: This was written extremely late at night, so I apologize in advance if this is absolute crap. Also sorry about the long hiatus, I have had no time to write. But I have more free time now since I'm on break and school is less intense, so look forward to a lot of new writing coming your way! 

------

Group chat names- 

Jeremy: TwoPlayerGayme

Michael: th0tmakesanentrance

Rich: BiBiBi

Jake: whenurlegsdntworkliketheyused2b4

Chloe: PrettierThanYou

Brooke: piIiIIiIIIiiiiinkberry

Jenna: Go$$ipGirl

Christine: Sh00kspeare 

------

Squip Squad™️

TwoPlayerGayme: hey you henkin n00bs 

TwoPlayerGayme: my dad's on a date with heidi again and  i'm super bored 

th0tmakesanentrance: and i should care why 

TwoPlayerGayme: stfu michael, y'all should come over 

Go$$ipGirl: sleepover? 

BiBiBi: that's legitness

Sh00kspeare: yay!!!! 

PrettierThanYou: ugh fine

TwoPlayerGame: yeet see you nerds soon 

Jeremy set his phone down on the counter, and started to pick up all the trash around the house to make it a little more presentable. About 5 minutes later, he heard a giant crash upstairs. Screeching, Jeremy ran towards the stairwell wielding his broom as a weapon, only to see Rich barrel rolling down the stairs, until he faceplanted off the last step into the floor. He finger-gunned up at Jeremy.

"Wh- how- what? hOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE???" Jeremy screamed as he beat Rich with the broom. 

"So, I ran over to your house, then I climbed that tree in your backyard, and then I snapped off your window lock and crawled in. Then, somehow, I fell down the stairs and now you're beating me." Rich said calmly as Jeremy hit him. A loud squeal of tires came from Jeremy's driveway as Jake's minivan pulled in, causing Jeremy to drop the broom. 

A crutch busted the door in. "WHO'S READY TO GET L  I T," Jake yelled as the stampede of the other children ran in. 

"Jesus Christ, let's, let's all just meet in the kitchen. We need to make our Mountain Dew Red punch anyways." Jeremy herded them into his tiny kitchen. Chloe perched on the counter, Brooke in her lap. Jenna sat backwards in a chair, and somehow Christine was on top of the fridge. Jake stood in the corner, Rich on his shoulders. 

"Wait, where's Michael? He has the Mtn Dew," Brooke asked. All of a sudden, Michael slide into the kitchen, holding a Mtn. Dew Red bottle above his head, and dramatically yelled, "MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE!" 

"Dude, if I had a dime for every time you said that, I would have, like, a lot of dimes," Jake sighed. 

"Can y'all stop being gay for half a second so we can make some punch?" Chloe slid off the counter and tossed Brooke to the floor. "Brooke, you go get the Mtn. Dew. Jenna, you get the bowl. Rich and I will make the punch. And Tall-Ass, you go get the cups, I'm too short," Chloe commanded. Jake took Rich off his shoulders.