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arm wrestling & flour (old fic)

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(JEREMYS POV)

Me and my best friend, Michael, was cooking those Pillsbury pre-made cookies, the one with a pumpkin design on it since it was October, spooky season! I went to grab a humongous bag of flour from the pantry, I picked it up and instantly dropped it. A puff of white smoke came from the bag, covering my black t-shirt. I groaned and attempted to pick the bag back up, Michael leaned against the counter, looking down at me. He laughed a bit,

"Your weak." Michael rolled his eyes and smirked, I let out a dramatic gasp and held my heart.

"What? You are! You are literally a noodle." Michael said, holding my upper arm and half his hand could fit around my arm, I admit, I was really skinny (relatable) and I looked like if you even poked me I would break into a million pieces. 

"I'm not weak!"

"Then I challenge you to a arm wrestle." He said, standing on a chair and pointing down at me. I laughed and looked up at him.

"Your on." We both sat down at the table across from each other, setting up our arms and holding each others hand.

"Ready?" He said, I hummed in response. I felt him grip my hand, and I did the same. We both started pushing our hands in opposite directions. I swear, I was sweating, and Michael looked so chill, like he was putting no effort into this whatsoever. I was struggling, a lot. Our hands went back and forth and every once and while Michael would let his hand loose, but then tighten it again. Geez, I really was weak. A risky but smart idea popped into my head, I leaned into our shaking hands and kissed the top of his hand softly, I looked up at him and he was blushing intensely, his mouth agape and wide eyes. His grip loosened and I slammed his hand into the table, defeating him. Victory!

"Who's weak now?" I chuckled, he was still blushing. He shook his head nervously and focused back into reality,

"Y-You cheated!" He shouted, standing up.

"You never said anything about rules~" I stood up and walked behind him, he faced me. I admit, Michael is really cute when he is mad. 

"Fuck you, dude." He hid his face in his hoodie.

"You love me~" I laughed, 

"Y-You can't just kiss my hand and be all 'No homo' a-about it!" He said, his voice was muffled.

"Or can I?" I chuckled deeply, he looked back up at me and stared for a second, then he pushed me onto the counter and connected our lips all in one move. I let out a "Mmph!" noise as Michael cupped both of my cheeks, I'm confused, but this felt so right. I felt loved and safe, and I wanted this to happen, honestly. I smiled and closed my eyes slowly. He pulled away, and then I realized there was a pile of flour in his hands. He threw it in my face, covering my freckled skin with flour, and my black t-shirt. He ran across the kitchen and laughed out loud, 

"Oh, your on!" I laughed, and grabbed a pile of flour too. I chased him around the kitchen, we were laughing like toddlers and throwing flour at each other. I was gonna regret this while cleaning up, but at the moment I couldn't care less. He slipped and fell, making a big puff of white smoke appear. I fell on top of him, both of my arms beside his head supporting my weight. We both laughed even more, and then stopped slowly. We stared at each other with dorky smiles on our faces. He pulled on my shirt, connecting our lips once again. We were both still smiling, until I pulled away.

"That's a cool way to say 'I love you', " He giggled, playing with his hoodie strings. 

I laughed, "I love you, Michael."

"I love you too." 

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