Boyf Riends (BMC Jeremy x Michael)

-Eight-

Michael's P.O.V.
Should I be worried? It's been 10 minutes and and he still hasn't come back.

I get up, about to check on him, only for him to make an entrance. He looks... Sad? Maybe a bit apathetic. Wait. His eyes look red. Has he been crying?

"Jer, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You know you can to tell me anything, right?"

"Yeah, I know."

We play AoD, this time with torturous tension.

Jeremy's P.O.V.

Up until recently, that was true. I really could tell him just about anything. But now, it's different. I have something to hide. That wasn't the case before. And in this particular case, I would have a heart attack if he found out. Why? Because there's no way in hell that guy like him could love a loser like me. And that's complete, 100% scientifically proven, fact. (A/N: lol no it's not) I have no chance. He would hate me. I can't lose him. He's all I have. Just about everyone else hates me because of the squip thing. He lets me call him in the middle of the night when I have PTSD fueled nightmares about the stupid wintergreen tic tac. He is the only one who can cheer me up when I'm in a shitty mood.

I don't know what I'd do without him.

Correction, I think I might have an idea of what I would do. I would either:
A) Live a boring, miserable life
Or
B) Commit suicide.

I know that sounds melodramatic, but it's honestly true. He's the only reason I get up in the morning. He's the only reason I haven't offed myself.

So in conclusion, my life would be a shitshow if he wasn't in it, therefore I can't confess my love. He would for sure bail on me. I just can't risk that.

The screen says "Game Over" and Michael groans. I must've spaced out. Michael glances over at me and looks like he's about to say something but thinks better of it.

I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket.

oflovingrehearsal: have you made a move
anxiousinsomniac: dude no
oflovingrehearsal: why not?!?!?!!
anxiousinsomniac: he isn't gay
oflovingrehearsal: that's like saying trump isn't an idiot
anxiousinsomniac: no he likes a girl
oflovingrehearsal: pfft no. that's obviously just a cover
anxiousinsomniac: are you sure
oflovingrehearsal: I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life
anxiousinsomniac: well I gtg bye
oflovingrehearsal: bye

If Christine's right, I might not have thrown my shot away after all. I suppose only time will tell.