Boyf Riends (BMC Jeremy x Michael)

-Five-

*Jeremy's P.O.V.*

"Bye, Michael!" I wave as Michael and I part ways.

"Bye, Jer!" He replies.

He smiles that cute smile of his and goes to his locker. Wait, what? Did I just call him cute? No way. This cannot be happening. I do not have feelings for Michael, and never will. That's the end of it.

When I get to my locker, Christi(iiiiiii)ne is there. She looks nervous about something.

"Jeremy," Christine fidgets, "Meet me at lunch. We need to talk."

"What's wrong?" I ask. But by then I'm too late. She's already gone. Jesus Christ on an airplane.

The words "we need to talk" are rarely a good sign. I really hope she doesn't break up with me. It's not even that I would be devastated about losing her. It's just that dating Christine gives me a sense of stability. To be honest, I don't really have romantic or sexual feelings for her. Us dating is more like two friends hanging out. After the squip was evacuated, I stopped feeling for Christine in that way. Still, I'd like to think I got something out of buying the 8-bit tic tac. 

*Michael's P.O.V.*

I walk to Algebra II. I fucking hate that class. There's no point. Like, seriously, algebra. I can't find your x! She's not coming back. And don't ask y!

I can't love Jeremy. I just can't. 

He finally has the girl of his dreams. I can't ruin that for him. Plus, he's straight! (A/N: Oh Michael, if you only knew.) God, I'm so selfish. I finally have my Jeremy back. I CAN'T RUIN THAT! I don't know what I'd do if he started hating me again. 

I stare at the algebra test in front of me. I solve half of the problems and guess the rest. I'm not very good at algebra. I'm even worse at it with distractions. I just can't get Jeremy off of my mind. The bell rings for second period. I head out of the classroom.

*time skip brought to you by george salazar LIKING MY FUCKING TWEET*

 *Jeremy's P.O.V.*

I make my way to the lunchroom. My face goes red. Great, now everyone can tell I'm nervous. I feel someone tap my shoulder.

"Hey," Christine says.

"I- Uh- Hey," I say. Well, that was smooth.

"Follow me." Christine leads me to the back of the school.

"This is really the only place with privacy I can think of," Christine says.

"Yeah," I say. "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Jeremy," Christine begins, "I don't think this is going to work out."

"Why do you say that?" Don't cry, Jeremy. Don't you do it.

"Honestly," Christine says, "I don't have romantic feelings for you. I still like you, just platonically. And I think you feel the same way."

"First of all," I reply, "What makes you think that?"

"Jeremy, I'm not a complete idiot. You look gayer than the leprechaun on the Lucky Charms boxes."

"Well, even if I was-" Christine cuts me off.

"No, I'm not a lesbian," Damn. Can she read minds? "I am aromantic and asexual."

"Oh."

"Back to you, now," Christine says. "I think you have eyes for someone. And I think they like you back."

"Who, me?" I nervously say. "Pshh, never." Christine raises her eyebrow at me.

"Okay, fine," I say, giving up. "There is this one guy I was in denial about when we were together."

"It was Michael," Christine says. "Am I right, or am I right?"

"You're right," I sigh. "How did you know?"

"So, remember when you got drunk at Olive Garden?" Christine asks. I nod. "Well, you started saying a bunch of stuff about Michael. How much you love Michael. How cute you think he is. How he's 'unattainable'." 

"Did I really say all of that stuff?" I blush a deep scarlet.

"Yep," Christine says, "That was when I knew."

"Well, no shit," I say.

"LANGUAGE!!!!" Christine yells.

(A/N: The song above reminded me of Michael pining over Jeremy.)

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