Dear Evan Hansen x Be More Chill One-Shots

Nightmares

Michael's eyes fluttered open to see a dark room, it was late and he must've fallen asleep, and... He sighed tiredly, realizing that Moana was still playing softly in the background. Jeremy had wanted to watch it, and he wasn't about to deny a chance to see it, so he had gladly accepted. The only problem was that it had already been late by the time they had started, so the pair had fallen asleep part way through.

Jeremy had fallen asleep not far from the beginning of the movie. Michael had turned down the volume, low enough so it wouldn't wake up Jeremy, but high enough that he could still hear. Jeremy had snuggled up against him, wrapping his arms around Michael, which had been kind of cute. Michael had taken a few pictures (which he claimed were for blackmail (everyone knew they weren't for blackmail)). 

He hadn't meant to fall asleep. He wanted to stay awake for at least a little while longer. Then he could bring Jer upstairs so they wouldn't have to sleep on beanbags all night. He didn't mind, but they weren't the most comfortable things ever.

Michael smiled, realizing that Jeremy was still laying next to him. They were caught up in a tangle of limbs, which Michael didn't mind. He was comfortable enough. He closed his eyes, attempting to fall back asleep, when he felt Jeremy moving.

It wasn't very much at first, so Michael didn't think twice about it. Jeremy had moved closer to him in his sleep, so it seemed pretty normal. Michael opened an eye, brushing Jeremy's light brown curls out of his face.

A minute later, Michael could hear Jeremy muttering something in his sleep. "No... p-please.... d-don't... I-I'm sorry..." Michael was filled with unease. Jeremy was dreaming about something. Well, it was probably more of a nightmare, but still. He wanted Jeremy to be okay, but didn't want to wake him up unless he had to. Maybe Jer would forget about it...

Jeremy kept getting louder and louder, to Michael's concern. "NO!" He finally shrieked, sitting bolt upright. He was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. He was shaking a little, and was he... crying?

Michael opened his eyes to see Jeremy looking down at him, sobbing. "Jer?" He asked quietly, "What's wrong?"

Jeremy started crying harder after he said that, and Michael sat up, placing a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "I-I'm so so so s-sorry! I'm sorry, M-Michael! I-I really am!"

"What?"

"I'm sor-"

"What for?" Michael asked nervously. Jer wasn't usually like this...

"E-everything..." he trailed off into sobs. Michael pulled him into a tight hug, letting the other boy cry into his shoulder. 

"It's okay... you're okay... it's gonna be fine, Jer," he breathed. He rubbed his boyfriend's back gently, trying to calm him down some.

After the crying died down a little bit, Michael asked again, "Jeremy. What's wrong?"

Jeremy wiped his eyes, peeling himself back from Michael. "I-I had a dream. A-and it was b-back. The s-squip. And it made me l-leave you. Again. And you hated m-me. And you... you said y-you hated me..." This just made him cry harder, which made Michael feel sick. 

"Jer, I'm so sorry..." he cupped Jeremy's face with his hands. "I love you," he said, meeting his eyes. Jeremy's blue eyes were wide with fear, and were locked onto Michael's dark brown eyes, instead of frantically looking around the room. Jeremy suddenly grabbed the front of Michael's sweatshirt, pulling him into a kiss.

Michael's eyes widened in surprise before he kissed Jeremy back. Jeremy kissed him fiercely and passionately, but only for a few seconds before he pulled himself back, shaking slightly. "I-I'm sorry, M-Michael. I didn't m-mean to..."

"Jeremy. It's fine. Really. I love you. A lot. And the squip is gone, so you're safe. And I still have all that Mountain Dew Red, remember? So if it ever does come back, you'll be fine."

"I-I know, but..."

"What is it?" Michael asked. Was something else wrong too?

"I-I... I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.

"If it's the squip, I'll know, remember? I did last time! Jer, you're gonna be fine."

"I did it at the party. Jake's h-Halloween party. T-that wasn't the squip. It was me. It was off. A-and I l-left you! I-I l-left you! I-I just w-wanted people to l-like me, and I-I traded y-you for them! I-I called you a lo-loser!" Jeremy choked out the last word before breaking down again.

"Jer... I..."

Jeremy hugged his knees to his chest, turning away from Michael. He didn't want to know what his boyfriend was going to say. It was painful enough just to confess it, he didn't need a rejection on top of it. But if he was rejected... he would understand. It would hurt, but it made sense. Why would Michael want to stay with him after that? It would be one thing if the squip had made him do it, but it hadn't. 

"I-I get it, Michael. I really do. If you wa-want to leave m-me, you c-can. I did it to you th-then. And-" Jeremy cried, his voice cracking.

"Jer." Michael said. "Jeremy." He said again, calmly. Jeremy looked up at him briefly, before looking away again. "Jer..." Michael wrapped his arms around him, "I... I love you. I love you so much. And I want to stay with you, I want to help you! And it wasn't okay that you left me then, but if you're having nightmares about doing it again, that probably means you won't do it again, right?"

Jeremy nodded sadly.

"And it sounded like the only reason you would do that again would be because of the squip, right? Right?"

"Y-yeah..." Jer sniffled.

"And you remember what I said I would do if it came back, right? If that stupid floppy-disk ever comes back, were gonna teach that thing a lesson! Teach it not to mess with us! We're always gonna be a team, Jer. You're my player two! No squip is ever gonna change that."

Jeremy scooted closer to Michael, who wiped the remaining tears off of his cheek. "I-I love you, Mikey."

Michael smiled warmly, brushing Jeremy's curls out of his face. "I love you too." He kissed Jeremy lightly on the cheek and the boys laid back down, Jeremy resting his head on Michael's chest, focusing on his breathing.

Michael ran his hands through Jeremy's hair, as Jeremy fell back asleep. He wasn't sure if the nightmares would come back, but he was ready to help if they did. He would be there for Jeremy, no matter what.

Jeremy was his player two.

And that was what mattered.

(Okay guys. So... That's it! My first one shot! Welp, since it is my first, make sure to let me know what you think! I wanna make sure your guys are liking it, so let me know if you like it! Also, I swear, they're not all gonna be like this! There'll be happy ones too! But I felt like writing something angsty, so... you're welcome)