Boyf Riends (BMC Jeremy x Michael)

-Seven-

A/N I know, I know. It's been months. I've just had a lot going on. Proceed.

*Michael's P.O.V.*

I miss the feeling of Jeremy's head on my shoulder. I know that sounds creepy, but I don't mean it in a creepy way.

I bet his lips are soft. I bet he's a good kisser. I wonder what his tongue would feel like in my mouth. I wonder if he moans like I imagine. I'll probably never know for sure.

Jeremy is still at my house. At this rate, he might as well move in. We're playing AoD as usual, but as you can tell, I've been a bit distracted.

I try to focus on the game as tens of millions of thoughts yell out, competing for my attention.

"Michael!"

I turn my gaze towards Jeremy.

"Yeah?"

"You okay, man?" I darkly chuckle. Okay? Oh, if only he knew.

"Define 'okay'."

"What's got you down? You can talk to me." Jeremy looks concerned.

"Well," I begin, thinking about how to explain this with as little detail as possible, "I like this girl," I say.

*Jeremy's P.O.V.*

I wince. Well, there goes my shot, straight in the garbage. (A/N  NO JEREMY DON'T THROW AWAY YOUR SHOT)

"Continue," I say, fighting back tears and trying to look calm.

"Well, the situation's this: He--she said some things when she was high and I don't know what to think. Should I take them seriously?"

"Well, you know what they say; Intoxicated words are sober thoughts. Who is your crush anyway?"

"She, uh, goes to a different school. Her name's, uh, Nicole!" I feel a pang in my chest. What did I expect?

"I need to use the bathroom," I say, "I'll be right back."

I lock the door and start sobbing. How pathetic.

A/N: I know that was short and I apologize.
(Word Count: 313)