Dear Evan Hansen x Be More Chill One-Shots

If I Could Tell Him (Boyf Riends)

(A/N Hey there! How are ya? I really loved this suggestion so, here we are. Thank you so so so much! Stay swaggy and hope you like it!)

Michael sat down on Jeremy's couch and grinned. "Apocalypse of the Damned?"

"Definitely," he smiled.

Oh god. He was so cute when he smiled.

Wait a minute... Michael sighed. This kept happening. He had a crush on Jeremy for a long time, and had just wanted him to like him back. That was when Michael decided that this was it. He had had enough waiting around and he was going to do something. Michael Mell was going to make a move, and he was going to get Jeremy Heere to like him! He just knew it!

"Hey, Jer?"

"Yeah?" Jeremy looked back at the shorter boy and Michael blushed, taking a deep breath.

"I, uh, I... li-like you-your shirt!" Michael stuttered. Shit. That went badly. And worst of all, he had to confess in possibly the most embarrassingly stupid way possible. And he had to mess it up be diverting it! Of course, Jer probably knew by now, it was kinda obvious. He literally said he like him, but changed it to "your shirt" at the last second. That part was pretty quiet though, so maybe Jer didn't hear him...

"Oh! Thank you! I mean, I wear it a lot... I didn't realized you liked it so much."

"What?" Michael asked in disbelief.

"You said you liked my shirt, and then I said-"

"I... Seriously?" 

"What?"

Michael sighed, if it was in relief or disappointment, he wasn't sure. "Nothing," he muttered.

It was time for a new plan.

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Michael was determined. This plan was literally fool proof. The last time went badly, but this time he had planned it out. There was no way this wouldn't work.

"Michael! Are you ready to go?" Jeremy called. They were going to sleep over at Christine's house with the rest of their friends.

"Actually, I have to finish my math homework," Michael said, trying his best to seem upset about it.

"Oh. Okay. Do you want me to wait for you, or just let you work on it, or-"

"Uh, I don't really get it... Could you maybe... help me?" 

"Of course!" Jeremy smiled, sitting down in a chair next to Michael. "What's the problem."

Michael fumbled for his paper, yanking it out of his backpack. "Here, this is it." Jeremy looked over the paper. Once. Twice. Confusion flooded the taller boy's face.

"Uh, Michael?" Jeremy asked, still staring at the paper.

"What? Do you not get it either?" Well, this was going badly. Michael had tried to make it easy. He needed to be able to tell Jeremy that he appreciated that he was smart! How else could he do it if Jer couldn't solve it either?

"This is just a picture of Shrek labeled 'Jakey D ❤️s Shrek'."

"WHAT?!?"

"Look!" Jeremy turned the paper so Michael could see it.

"I must've grabbed the wrong paper from the printer!"

"Oh. It's cool. Rich has done this to me before. Printed weird stuff and then hid, so when I go to the printer I just grab that and don't think twice. And, well... You know the rest."