Tree Bros, Boyf Riends and Kleisen One Shots

Boyf Riends- Boom Boom, Bitch

I know I literally wrote a Boyfs yesterday but like I had a short n' fluffy idea so Heere it is

"I can't believe you! Seriously? I just, ugh!" Jeremy ran his hands through his hair, annoyed. "You do this every time. Every single fucking time! Why don't you ever listen to me?"

"Look, I said I was sorry. What more do you want from me?"

"Oh, I don't know. Thoughtfulness? Consideration?" Jeremy glared at Michael, crossing his arms. "I'm so sick of you doing this! God."

"Jesus fuck, whatever." Michael rolled his eyes, hiding his growing worry. "Whatever!" He stormed out of Jeremy's house before things got even worse. He knew that he should be giving Jeremy his space right now, even though all he wanted to do was cuddle his baby.

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Jeremy wiped his eyes again, but the tears didn't stop. He wasn't angry at Michael anymore, but now he felt incredibly guilty for lashing out. He hated when he got like this.

Suddenly, a soft melody filled the air, flowing through Jeremy's bedroom. He quickly recognized the intro to him and Michaels favorite couple song, Africa by Toto.

The song only made him realize he missed Michael more.

Who would be playing that song, just to rub in his mistakes? God? Some angsty couple across the street, making out?

He walked over to his window, opening it, ready to fight. Instead of that annoying couple across the street, he was treated with the sweetest gift anyone could have given him.

Michael was standing on his lawn, with a boom box over his head. Africa played louder as Jeremy opened the door, and he heard the familiar lyrics drifting through his head.

"I'm sorry, Jere. I know you're going through shit, so I'm sorry."

"Baby, no." Jeremy leaned out his window, sitting on the edge. "I'm sorry. I... I hate it when I get snappy, and, and you've done nothing to deserve it. I'm sorry."

Michael carefully turned the music off, walking to Jeremy's window. "This would be more dramatic if you had a second floor window."

Jeremy chuckled, pulling Michael close so they could kiss. "I'm sorry."

"Stop being sorry, love." Michael mumbled back, pressing their lips together in sweet relief.

"Okay. Okay. Wanna... like, uh, cuddle or some shit? You know. Whatever?"

"Yes, Jeremiah Heere. I would love to cuddle or some shit with you."