this ship is golden, change my mind
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When Jeremy Heere thought of the word “soulmate,” all his mind thought of was the one and only Michael Mell. The other, nerdy boy who somehow pulled on his heartstrings, who he loved so very dearly pretty much since middle school.
Yet still, even now, in senior year, Jeremy found himself aching at his unknown soulmate’s other love affairs. How come he found the person he really did love, yet it wasn’t his soulmate? It wasn’t fair.
It was hard to love your best friend, yet get relentless pains in your chest from your real soulmate. Jeremy didn’t even have a desire to find his real one. He just wanted to be with Michael, and he was pretty damn sure Michael wanted to be with him, too. Wasn’t that enough to be soulmates, or whatever?
Apparently not, because every time his “soulmate” fell for another girl or boy, or /whatever/ kind of people they liked, his heart was set afire--and not in a good way.
It was like he was having a heart attack every time someone else fell for someone new.
He didn’t even know of the pain his soulmate was in, though.
Jake Dillinger has felt an ache--a terribly painful one at that--in his chest for almost four years straight. It developed once the “soulmate” thing began; freshman year.
And every year, the pain didn’t go away. No matter how many girls (and boys, secretly) he hooked up with, he never found his soulmate. That person was the one person he’s ever really cared about, and he didn’t know the damn person.
Of course, without knowing who it really was, however, he couldn’t really tell this to their faces, and that furthered his discomfort. The only two ways away from the pain were sleep (hence why he slept so much) and, well, finding his soulmate, but it’d probably be another eternity before that happened, with how in love his soulmate was with another person.
Yet one day, that changed.
It was a seemingly normal day for Jake, but for Jeremy? The farthest from normal you could get, because Jeremy planned on telling Michael that he was in love with him.
By that time, Jeremy had given up with soulmates. In his mind, anyone but Michael didn’t fit the position. He didn’t care about him being unable to choose who his soulmate was, because it didn’t matter anymore.
Michael Mell was Jeremy Heere’s soulmate, and Jeremy himself said so.
That was, until Jeremy actually confessed.
It went a little like this:
“Hey, dude,” Said Jeremy, starting off trying to sound casual. They were in Michael’s basement, like any other day, which actually calmed Jeremy’s nerves just a bit since it was normal for them.
“Yo. Ready to play?” Michael asked Jeremy with his usual bright and adorable smile.
“Hell yeah. But actually… Before we, uh, start, I want to get something sort of off my chest? It’s important, I promise. Really important, actually. And I want to say it now because, honestly, it’ll just be easier, you know?” The lanky boy laughed nervously.
“Yeah. You can… go on, you know.” Michael laughed a bit as well.
‘Alright, Jere. You can do this. You’ve practically been born for this. Just say it and then kiss him and you two will live happily ever after.’ Jeremy thought for a moment.
“Okay. This is probably gonna be totally weird at first, but just--just hear me out,” He sighed, “Holy shit. Okay. I really like you, Michael. Like, as in I’d have you as a boyfriend if I could. You’re incredible and cute and amazing, and I really hope you--”
