Two player game! || Michael Mell x Jeremy Heere

More than survive

Michael's POV-

My eyes are puffy. Am I high or was I crying? Jokes on you the answer is both! Hey! Michael Mell here! 

So, it was Monday morning early October, I woke up with my usual puffy eyes and the questionable smell of weed lingering in my hair. Perfect Michael. I didn't bother changing out of the shirt I was wearing, it was one of the shirts Jeremy and I bought each other. It was an airbrushed picture of an Atari controller with the words "Player One" across the top. I changed out of the plaid pants I wore to bed and replaced them with my jeans. I threw a red hoodie covered in patches onto my arms. There was a polar bear on my back. Wait, my vision was still cloudy. Right. Glasses. I have glasses. I grabbed them and sat them on the bridge of my nose. All was clear. Unfortunately.

"This is a mess." I muttered to myself and smiled. If only I kept this room as clean as the basement. Oh well. I slipped on my shoes and walked down the stairs. Breakfast or smoking? Smoking outside of the school it is! I grabbed my book bag and walked out of the house, striding pridefully to my old PT Cruiser. I sat in the car and started it, pulling out of the driveway.

Jeremy's POV-

"Goddammit." I muttered. Of course of all mornings my computer decides to lag. All I wanna do before school is watch PORN BUT OF COURSE MY COMPUTER HAD TO BE A PIECE OF SHIT AGAIN AND STOP WORKING AS SOON AS I PICK A VIDEO. Of course, now it's time to leave. God I hate existence. I stood up, pulled on my jeans, threw my sweater on and grabbed my bag. I walked down my stairs and out the front door, I walked down the street and raked my hands through my hair.

"Okay," I muttered. "Bus or walk? If I ride the bus, I get made fun of but if I walk I'll be sweaty and I'll have sweat stains on my shirt and I'll smell bad and my boxers will get all bunchy. God I wish I could just be fine and, and cool or just chill!" I groaned and kicked a pebble.

Michael's POV-

"Which sounds better? Michael Heere or Jeremy Mell?" I muttered to myself, my lips holding onto the blunt in my mouth. "Wait what did I just say?" I looked up as Jeremy called my name. I pulled the blunt out of my mouth and smiled. "Hey man!"

"Hey Michael! Smoking already?" Jeremy smiled.

"You know it! Want one?" I threw my arm around Jeremy's shoulder and sat the blunt back in my mouth.

"Maybe after I talk to Christine." Jeremy sighed as my heart sank. 

"Yeah, you're e doing that today!" I kept my mask on. "What's your plan?"

"I have English with her today. I can try to talk to her then."

"There you go! I'll be in in a little. After I'm done smoking."

"Alright. See you at lunch." Jeremy smiled and walked into the building. I walked around behind the building and slid down the wall. 

"Why do I care so much?" I watched my blunt get smaller. "It's not like we're a thing or anything. He's not gay like me, he never will be. Wait, what am I saying I don't even feel like that towards him. Or maybe I do. God, I wish I could just disappear for a little. Ugh." I dropped the blunt on the ground and snuffed it before I walked inside.

Jeremy's POV-

I walked through the hall and stared at a sign up sheet the entire time.

"Out of my way Tall ass!" Rich yelled.

"Oh sorry I was just-" I started before I was pushed into the locker.

"Stay still!" Rich's marker dug into my bag. "If you wash that off I'll kill you!" Rich walked away. I continued my walk down the hall, my gaze fixed on the poster pinned to the board.