Athazagoraphobia (Squip x Jeremy)

4. Just in it for Jeremy

A/n I'm going to go back and edit chapter 3, I saw a bunch of mistakes. I may add some stuff too, to lengthen it because it was rather short.

Jeremy and Squip were actually becoming good friends. They had long conversations about the disadvantages and advantages of having an iPhone, but Squip didn't care for androids, they were tacky and definitely "uncool." He himself didn't need a phone, but as long as there was an Australian male Siri setting, he was happy. 

He never would explain that to Jeremy, somethings, he found, were better left unsaid. The story of Australian male Siris, was one of them. A story from his past, in another world - another life maybe. All in all, both parties had moved on, even if, with heavy hearts. But Squip refused to think upon those things, focusing back on Jeremy.

Said Jeremy was on his bed, fingers tapping at his at said off-brand cell phone. He set it down and rolled onto his stomach, legs in the air as he stared at Squip. "Where's Michael?" 

 This annoyed Squip - why did it matter where Michael was? Would he rather spend time with that stoner? Jeremy could be hanging out with him, a much better choice. "Don't know," he said simply, resisting the urge to add don't care at the end.

Michael, in actuality, was just in Jeremy's basement getting stoned, Squip could sense his presence. But he wasn't going to tell Jeremy that, that's why he was here, alive and in reality, for Jeremy. Or at least he hoped that was the reason. 

If the reason was what he believed it to be, his new existence on this Earth would be very... cumbersome. He was just in it for Jeremy, the kid had so much potential it hurt to see it wasted. Sure, he was so obviously gay and didn't even know it, but why was that a bad thing? Gay people could be cool, he'd had a few gay hosts, it just made his job easier. Why was it bad Jeremy was gay? Why was he getting an odd sensation when he thought about it?

Because Michael is so obviously gay and knows it.

Because he probably knows it about Jeremy too.

And he'll probably find it out about me sooner or later.

Jeremy, who was staring off into space, suddenly made a strange squeaking sound, sitting up and turning bright red. He looked at Squip and hid his face behind a pillow, his head eventually peaking out.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Squip looked over at him, raising a perfect eyebrow. Jeremy reddened even more and looked away again, "Nothing."

 "I'm sure it's... nothing. Having a fantasy about Christine?"

 He seemed to sober up at this, shaking his head, Squip stood up, taking Jeremy's hands so he was forced to stand as well, the smaller boy opened his mouth and stuttered, "N-no. She wasn't, she wasn't....m-my type."

 Squip chuckled at this, bending his head down to his level, "And who is?"

 Jeremy shuttered, goosebumps crawling up and down his skin, he tilted his head back slightly, releasing a pent up breath that sounded suspiciously like a moan. Squip grinned, watching his previous Host's eyes dilate. 

He leaned down, breathing over the chilled skin of his neck as he whispered, "Answer me, Jeremy."

 "Y-yo.yo...y-y, Uh.... MICHAEL?!"

 Anger erupted through Squip, he released Jeremy, turning his head a way, not wanting him to see his disappointment. "I see."

 Jeremy stood there hopelessly, mouth open, staring at something Squip hadn't noticed. Or rather, someone. And that someone was Michael Mell, standing in the doorway, shaking with rage at the scene he had just witnessed.