My Favorite Person (Boyf Riends Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

  The play didn't go too smoothly, but the cast didn't care too much. They were still recovering from the catastrophe backstage. It was a sudden rush to get out on the stage and perform, especially since Jeremy struggled with remembering his own lines. After all, he only had to take cues from his Squip and never had to memorize anything. 

  Michael waited outside as the play finished up, conversing with his own Squip. 

  "It's been quite a night, hasn't it?" Michael sighed.

  "It's amazing how much a life can change in just a few minutes." The Squip commented. "Jeremy has finally broken free of the Squip. Now all we have to do is get you two together."

  "He wants to be with Christine, though." 

  "That is a trivial matter. For now, let's focus on the present. Jeremy will need some time to recover after this incident, and his friends will certainly have some repairs to do." 

  "Okay."

  "I have to say, you impressed me with that last minute move on Jeremy." The Squip smiled. 

  "Did you plan on me doing something like that?"

  "I requested that you do it as a last resort. Though, I didn't think it would be Jeremy that you would administer it to. Congratulations, it's your first kiss with Jeremy!" The Squip laughed, something Michael never thought he would hear. 

  Michael watched the flood of parents and students exit the auditorium, indicating that the play had ended. He waited until he saw the cast members leave, then approached them. 

  "Hey, Michael." Rich approached. "What happened? I heard there was a scuffle or something backstage? I was busy onstage at the time. Do you know what went on?" He asked quietly.

  "Yeah. There was a little fight. It's a long story." Michael nodded. "I'll text you later about it, okay?"

  "Yeah, okay. I'll see you around." Rich headed away from Michael.

  "Michael." Jeremy caught the gamer's attention. 

  "Hey, Jeremy." Michael walked beside the actor. "So..."

  "So, we didn't really have much time to talk before we went onstage. Mr. Reyes declared 'the show must go on' and all that." The duo and the computer walked through the parking lot to Michael's car. "But, I want to talk to you about what happened." 

    "I dunno." Michael sighed. "I didn't want you to have that Squip because I was told it was defective."

  "By your Squip?" Jeremy laughed at the thought. "You are the last person I'd expect to have a Squip."

  "What? Why?" Michael questioned. 

  "Because you're so stubborn. You'd never let someone or something change who you are."

  "I guess so." Michael stopped at his car. He got into the driver's seat, surprised when Jeremy sat in the passenger. 

  "Didn't your dad drive you?" Michael asked.

  Jeremy sighed. "Can I stay at your place tonight? I'll text my dad that he can head home."

  "I guess so." Michael watched the Squip appear in the backseat, leaning back with his legs crossed. 

  "Great. Thank you." Jeremy buckled his seat belt. "So, do you still have it?"

  "My Squip? Yeah, I do." Michael started up the car. 

  "Has it done anything dangerous?"

  "Not that I'm aware of. That's why I was so convinced that your Squip was buggy, because mine didn't act like yours did."