Boyf Riends One Shots(Discontinued)

Too good to be true

(I decided to use a writing prompt and go with that for this oneshot, I have a different writing style so bear with me-)
\\Promt: "Hold on, you died." "Yeah well it didn't stick//
Trigger warning: Character death, cussing
•Jeremy's Pov•
It had been a nice Autumn day, leaves fell almost like snow as the two boyfs were walking down the sidewalk talking about who knows what. And, for once in his life I had felt... calm. No thinking about the SQUIP, no thinking about how much I had fucked up everyone's lives, just me and my boyfriend getting a slushy. But of course, nothing gold can stay forever. We were crossing at a crosswalk, that was where it happened. "M-michael watch ou-" And there it was. The truck. The sirens. The blood. I immediately called 911, and after 5 agonising minuets that felt like hours they had arrived.
•
"I'm sorry sir but he didn't make it."
"What d-do you mean?"
"We are really sorry to tell you this but Michael died"
Dead.
The word that I hated so much.
I want to vomit.
"Michael c-can't be d-de..."
I can't even finish my own sentence.
•
(Time skip brought to you by salty tears)
It's probably been weeks- no months by now from that faithful day, my friends were getting worried. And I'm sure long sleeves every day don't help my case. The day went as normal.... as normal as everyone asking you why you look dead is considered normal. Of course, they were all grieving in their own way. But, it's not like any of them are spending all of their time trying not to cry over him. My player one.
He was half of my iconic duo.
And now he's gone.
•••
By now school had ended, and I was waking home. Christine had offered for me to come over after school. "I know you miss him, but it's not healthy to stay in your house all day! If you want, you can come to my house." I sighed. "Christine, I-I would love to b-but..." think of an excuse Jeremy, think of a god damn excuse. "I've got a science project I have to work on." I knew we didn't have the same science class so I was in the clear. Her smile fell but she still smiled nonetheless. "Okay Jeremy, just.. take care of yourself ok?" "O-of course Christine."
•
I have finally arrived home, dad wasn't home.. which honestly wasn't surprising. After the events of what everyone calls the "Squipcident" he had been going on a bunch of job interviews and got a job at... I think an accountant at some place?... I'm not sure anymore. This meant that the house was as empty as ever, and me alone with my thoughts.
In my opinion, thoughts are like silent killers.
They wait until I'm the most vulnerable, and strike.
I sighed for what might have been the 1000th time today and put down my bag. I had never thrown away the bag that Rich had wrote 'Boyf' on in the beginning of this junior year. I was so naive back then, I had never saw what I already had, and wished so much for more. But still, if I hadn't have made the mistakes that I had, I wouldn't have made the friends I have made, and gotten the life that I had. I decided that I couldn't just stand here forever in this doorway, and made my way up to my room.
•
The room that I had wasn't much to brag about really, but it was a place that always eased me at the end of school days. But right now, it was a mess.
Books and some games were scattered everywhere, my bed wasn't made, and it looked like it was a crackhouse room. But in all honesty I had no will to fix it. I walked to my desk where there was a picture of me and Michael, and another one that had all of the Squip Squad. I almost wanted to cry every time I saw me and Michael in that photo , but I could never bring myself to take that picture off the desk. I was just so tired, and I even ended up falling asleep at my desk.
•
Then I woke up.
But when I woke up , something felt off. I felt something.. or someone, behind me. And when I turned around I saw someone who I never thought I would see again.
The red hoodie.
The chocolate eyes.
The fluffy hair.
Michael.
And out of shock I said;
"H-hold on, you y-you died..."
Michael looked down and said something that made my form shiver.
"Yeah, well it didn't stick."
*closes book*
But anyways, I hope you like the stuff that I write. I don't really have that much writing skill but I'm trying. And feel free to give any spelling errors and feedback in the comments, I want to improve.
Peace out everyone!
Oliver