My Favorite Person (Boyf Riends Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

  Michael stared at the pill in his hand, unable to comprehend what he had just done. 

  Did I really just buy this stupid thing? He sat in his car outside of the mall, staring at the computer in his palm. 

  Maybe I shouldn't... He rolled the pill around with his thumb. 

  No, I have to. It's the only way. Michael took the bottle of Mountain Dew from the cupholder, unscrewing the lid. His eyes darted between the pill and the bottle as he built up courage. 

  Without hesitating, he swallowed the pill, chasing it down with the Mountain Dew. He sighed, questioning if he did the right thing. What now? Michael waited for the pill to take effect. He stared out the windshield, leaning back in the seat. 

  His stress built as the time passed without any response. 

  Did it fail? Did I do something wrong? How long does it take for it to activate? Is it work-

  I'm here. Please wait a moment. Excuse some mild discomfort. 

  Michael couldn't believe it. He heard a different voice in his brain. He didn't have time to dwell, however, as a searing pain shot through his head. He groaned, gripping the wheel as the pain ran through his body, coursing through every nerve. 

  Accessing: Neural Memory
  Accessing: Muscle Memory
  Access Procedure Complete

  Michael loosened as the pain subsided, leaning back again. 

  Michael Mell...

  Michael listened to the computer in his head. 

  Welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. Squip, for short.  

  I can't believe it. 

  "Well, as they say, seeing is believing. How about now?" The newly generated Squip materialized in the passenger seat, turning his head towards Michael. 

  Michael gaped at the hologram. "It worked..." He was utterly shocked. 

  "Of course it did." His Squip had the appearance of a relatively handsome man, though not based off any real person. He sported a semi-casual outfit, wearing dark blue jeans and a black sport coat over a navy blue shirt. "Is my appearance suitable?"

  "Y-yeah, it's fine. I don't care." Michael faced the windshield, slightly nervous to look at the passenger.

  "Well, what do you want me for? Scanning through your brain, I learned that you are a junior in high school and a fan of retro technology and aesthetics. You make decent grades, but your social standing is rather low, which doesn't bother you. You have...no, had a best friend named Jeremy Heere, which you lost recently. Am I correct?" 

  "Yeah, that's all right." Michael loosened his grip on the wheel. 

  "Wonderful. What would you like to fix?" 

  Michael didn't respond, staring idly out the windshield. "Well..." 

  "You'd like to repair your relationship with Jeremy and develop it into something more." The Squip stated bluntly. 

  "How did you know?!" Michael's face flushed red, embarrassed. 

  "I'm inside your brain, Michael. I know all your thoughts. And there's no need to be ashamed." The Squip comforted Michael. "Squips are often used to change the relationships between their possessor and a peer."