Is it worth it?|boyf riends bmc

part one;section three

Michael pulled his p.t cruiser into his driveway, and turned the keys in the ignition. He sat in the driver's seat for a moment, his thoughts racing over the days calamities. He pushed his glasses up and caught his reflection in the rearview mirror. He frowned and tugged at the hem of his hoodie, revealing the scarred flesh. The scars were jagged and pink, snaking up his body, just below his collar bone, and stopping at his big toes. His flesh was only molted badly in some places, some of it even turned black and crisp. His fingers had turned black, the scars turning pinker with every passing day.
The fire was only a month ago and his charred skin was steadily healing, the inflared areas slowly becoming manageable.
Michael sighed and dropped the fabric, his hands and skin a ugly reminder of his boyfriends betrayal and a physical reminder of a everyday nightmare.
He pulled open the car door and made his way into the house and down to his room, in the basement. His parents weren't home, both would be working until at least midnight. He started a playlist on his phone, blasting Bob Marley as he rolled a joint.
...
"Jermey?" Michael jolted awake and stared up at his boyfriend. "What are you doing here?"
Jermey sat on the edge of the bed and blushed.
"You weren't answering the phone and I got worried," Jermey smiled at Micheal and reached for his hand. Michael pushed himself into a sitting position, and held Jermey's hand. The music from his phone had stopped long ago, and the pair sat in silence for a moment.
"Did you have a good day?" Michael asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Um, yeah, it was ok, I guess," Jermey shrugged and pulled his hand away. He get into bed next to Michael and pulled him down with him, and Micheal rested comfortably on his broad chest.
"Just ok?" Michael asked quietly and Jermey entangled his hands in Micheal's hair.
"Yeah it was nothing special. How was yours?"
"The parts with you in it were good," Micheal said quietly, and Jermey pressed a kiss into Michael's hair.
"I think Christine hates me,"
"Why do you think that?"
"She ignored me today, and it's not like I did anything. I mean she broke up with me! I just don't get it,"
"Maybe she feels bad," Michael suggested quietly.
"Why would she feel bad?" Jeremy shifted so that he could look up Michael, and traced patterns on thighs.
"Maybe she feels like she broke your heart,"
"Oh," Jeremy let the silence stretch back over them, pondering on Michael's words until Micheal pulled away. Jeremy watched as he pulled off jeans and revealed his red boxers with the weed leaf sprinkling about.
Jeremy loved seeing Michael half naked (or naked for that matter), but it also made him feel awful. The scars and burns that ran up and down his body were all his fault. If he hadn't been ignoring his best friend, he would have left when Jeremy did and been out of harms way. But instead he was trapped, pounding on the bathroom door. His screams falling on deaf ears and his tears hot and burning, fueling the fire.
Out of the prison that were Micheal's jeans, he turned on the tv and crawled back into bed.
"I need a power nap. School is tooo much," Jeremy giggled at Michael's statement.
"God, me too. I have to go home though, my dad is making dinner,"
"Oh okay. Tell him I said hi," Michael said.
"Okay I will," Jeremy got up and pulled Michael with him. "I love you, bye," he gave his shorter boyfriend a kiss. Michael blushed slightly, his caramel skin tinting slightly and his glasses askew.
"Bye, I love you too. Drive safe,"
"Okay I will," Jeremy let himself out, saying goodbye to Michael's mom who was putting groceries away.
As he pulled his car put of Michael's driveway, his mind was reeling.
Could Christine really feel bad for him? Did she pity him? And most importantly why did he care so much?
Jemrey stopped at a light, the sky getting dark and cloudy. Rain dripped from the sky, landing on his window and slowly slipping down. The radio was off and the only sound was the pit pit of the rain. When his phone went off, his display lighting up the dark car and the ding filling the car, Jeremy jumped, and reached over to check the offending message.
Christine 🐛
Hey we need to talk. In person. Tomorrow, after school by that huge tree in the back of the school. There's a lot I need to get off my chest.
Christine 🐛
Also, sorry about everything. I know you liked me for a long time, it just didn't feel right anymore
Christine 🐛
See u after school

Word count: 816
Lmao I accidentally published this with the title bithhhh what the fuckkkkkk idk dude instead of what it was supposed to be oops
Xoxo T