|| Musical Oneshots! || X Reader ||

{BMC Michael Mell} x Squipped! Reader

(A/N): Okay, so the SQUIP is just going to be our pal Keanu Reeves lookalike. Reader is in the same social group as Jeremy and Michael. Follows a similar concept to how the musical goes but in the reader's place.

TW: Mention of weed. Lots of references.

As usual, the bell finally rung for lunch. I left class with Jeremy, waiting for the popular kids to leave the room first. Once they were gone, I excitedly pushed Jeremy out of the room.

"C'mon hurry up already! We shouldn't keep Michael waiting any longer for us." This had only earned me a chuckle from the male as he nodded his head.

"Class has only been out for three minutes. I think our Slushy Boi will be fine with waiting a minute or two." He shoved a few things into his locker, slamming it shut when he finished.

It didn't take long before we walked into the cafeteria. Everyone was separated into their own social groups. This never surprised me, it was just how things were.

Seeing Michael with his slushie in hand, I waved him down, catching the attention of the male. I was quick to pull Jeremy along to our usual table.

It was kind of like having assigned seats, but without having them assigned to you.

"Jeremy and (Y/N), my buddies! How's it hanging lunch is banging, had much sushi, got my slushie and more." This just started our conversation, mostly about Apocalypse of the Damned. It transitioned through many subjects as well as Jeremy going on about Christine.

Michael and I gave each other a look, instantaneously laughing over nothing.

"Hey lovebirds. Were you two even listening to me?!'' This had only made the fit of laughter even louder.

This was how it was between us three. But there was one thing. I did have romantic emotions that I felt for Michael, but I didn't want to ruin the friendship that we had. It was too much to risk so I suppress my feelings most of the time.

Well there was this one time where we were all stoned in his basement, and I spilt the beans.

But at the time, nobody said anything about it and figured it was just the weed getting to me. So that was never spoken of again, thankfully.

The annoying bell had rung once again, sighing as I got up, I waved the guys goodbye.

Before I could get anywhere I heard a familiar voice whisper behind me. "(Y/N). It's me Rich."

I gave him an odd expression, of course I knew the 'Totally-Bi Guy' but why would he be speaking to a loser like myself.

Behind his back had appeared to be a shoebox and what seemed to be Mountain Dew. I had so many questions but class was going to start any moment. "Listen, I know I've been a jerk and all recently but I can explain."

"Sure. Just make this quick, class is going to start soon."

-After, The Squip Song-

"Alright? So to recap, take this with Mountain Dew and you can get the anti-social headphones kid. I guess. Have fun with the SQUIP!" Rich pushed the grey pill and soda bottle into my hands and ran off.

In the moment, the warning bell had gone off. I had my books for class already so I ran off to calculus class. I made it in time with the small warning from the teacher. It didn't matter all the much to me so I took my usual seat.

"Everyone, please open to page 236." The teacher didn't seem all that amused, you could tell by the bored tone in her voice.

I turned to the page in my textbook, seeing the corners of the page decorated with doodles. Probably the most efficient thing I've ever done in calculus.

-POV Change to Narrator, Me-

Class had pressed on for what had seemed like hours to you. There was no point in focusing on the lesson anymore so you got lost in thought. You thought about the SQUIP that Rich had given you earlier. Maybe this was the ticket to Michael after all?

It seemed to have done good for Rich, so maybe it will for you. After debating for a while, you finally made a decision at last.

You were getting sick of hiding your feelings from Michael, eventually he would have to find out.

Once the teacher dismissed the class, you ran out from the classroom. Knowing exactly to find your adorkable buddies.

Easily enough, you found Michael. His trademark hoodie helped you spot him in the crowd of students. Actually, it was the only was you EVER found him in a large crowd.

In the mall, in his own basement, you name it.

Most aspects about him was something you grew to love over the past few years. It would have been easier to just say, 'Hey I'm in love with you Michael,' but this is fanfiction and that doesn't work here.

Joining with Michael and Jeremy, you all went out to his PT Cruiser. Of course you we going to 7-Eleven to get slushies. Who would you be if you didn't?

If Rich didn't give you the Mountain Dew earlier, you would have bought it there. Nonetheless, this was something that frightened and excited you all at once.

After a few minutes of Bob Marley, you guys were already at 7-Eleven. The boys left the car, although Michael stayed back for a second, checking if you had wanted anything.

"Regular cherry flavored slushie, got it?" Michael saluted to you jokingly and ran after Jeremy, who was already opening the store doors.

Now that the boys were out for a few minutes, you took out the grey, oblong pill. Opening the soda bottle, you quickly popped the pill into your mouth and swallowed it.

There was total silence. Sighing in defeat, you pulled the chair back. But the second you did, there was an electrifying shock that hit you.

Groaning in pain, you sat up straight. Suddenly hearing a loud voice, you looked around for the source of it.

Target male inaccessible.

"What the hell?!'' Your voice was basically screaming at voices in your head, to bystanders you looked crazy.

Calibration in process, please excuse some mild discomfort.

"Mild?! What the hell is going on?" You continued to shout, unable to resist screaming.

Calibration complete. Access procedure initiated.

The pain stopped for a brief moment, taking a deep breath to recollect yourself.

Discomfort level may increase.

The voice spoke so quickly that you couldn't question it before screaming in such pain. Clutching your head, you begged desperately for it to stop.

Accessing neural memory.

Accessing muscle memory.

Access procedure complete.

'(Y/N) (L/N). Welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor.'

'Your SQUIP.'

(A/N): HA HA, welcome to the end of part 1. I really like doing separate parts, plus leaving you guys on cliffhangers. Second update this week, I feel proud of myself!

Also, if you guys want another part let me know!

Requests are always open!

Bye!