Musical One Shots

Boyf riends: No Homo

Be warned: This sucks. I genuinely hate it. Also, I didn't edit this.

Jeremy's POV

I shut the door without saying goodbye to my dad. He wouldn't care that I'm going to Michael's, anyways. It's probably expected, I do this almost everyday.

The thing that's different about today, though, is I'm actually dressed decently. Blue polo shirt, khakis; I can't get much more fancy than this. I don't know why I dressed up, though. I know Michael won't remember. He's just gonna think I'm being weird.

Halfway to Michael's house, I start sweating. Jeremy, no. He's gonna love it. I take the little box out of my pocket and look down at it. Smiling and feeling less.. panicky, I put it away and step onto Michael Mell's front porch.

Before I can knock on the door, it opens to reveal Michael. He's wearing his red hoodie, per-usual. But he's also wearing... khakis? Wow, I really need to get Jake to teach this boy a little bit about fashion. Just a little bit. "Hey, Michael!" I say, a little overexcited for no reason.

"Hey Jer~" Michael smiles and moves out of the way, signaling for me to come in. As soon as a step in the house, somebody grabs me, blindfolds me, and picks me up bridal style. I let out a little yelp when I am picked up, but then I just giggle before I am set down in a beanbag. About a minute later, my blindfold comes off.

I see Michael standing in front of me, now in a red polo shirt, holding out a controller. I hesitantly take it, looking at him weird. What the hell is happening?.. He sits down in his beanbag.

I look over at the TV and then back at Michael and decide to start a conversation. "What are we playing?" I ask, confused. 

Michael laughs and looks at me, "Dude, It's your choice." He looks kinda high.. "By the way, you look extra cute today," he says.

I blush and look down at my controller, unable to figure out a way to respond to the perfection that is the marvelous Michael Mell.

But he isn't done talking. "No homo though."

My mouth drops as I look at him, dumbfounded. "Michael, we have been dating for tHrEe YeARS!"

Once again, he just chuckles, "Oh, I know," He moves onto my beanbag and looks me in the eye, "you're just cute when you're mad."

Blushing from embarrassment, I look down. Michael lifts my chin up and kisses me.

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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAANND THAT'S WHERE WE'RE GONNA STOP.

Somebody please give me ideas for a Lams story. Or don't. I don't really care lol

I yeeted myself to the moon.