*This is right after (Micheal's) Do You Wanna Ride?*
*Jeremy's POV*
"Hey dude, which flavor?" Micheal was already craving all the froyo, he dumped all the yogurt flavors into his cup. It looked so gross, but so amazing. The cup, the froyo, the hand holding it, the muscle on his arms, his messy hair, his cute ass eyes, those crimson eyes.... wait.. I'm describing Micheal, fuck fuck fuck.
I freeze in my spot, I can feel myself blushing. Micheal stares at me with his warm gaze. "Are you okay?" He sits there confused as I become a flushed mess. Even the cashier is waiting for an input, a response, SOMETHING. I get the ability to move, but I still look and feel flushed.
"o....k." I give the cashier my debit card. "17.89," She echoes, as Micheal's brain tries to comprehend what just happened. "So... are you going to explain what just happened?" Micheal angrily asks me, oh god he's so cute when he's mad.. wait. "S-sorry. I don't know what happened."
*Micheal's POV*
I sigh as I grab Jeremy's hand and take him to my PT Cruiser. "So, where to?" Jeremy asks, still flushed as ever. "My basement?" I ask, hoping to get stoned soon. "O-ok," He stutters, and he doesn't seem happy with my answer. He still continues to smirk, however. "We can go to your place if you want.." I mutter.
"No, it's fine. Onward to Micheal's basement!" He yells, smirking like an idiot. God I love that idiot. "Let's go!" I put my car into 4-wheel drive and drive over 60. Life could never feel better. I look over to see Jeremy smiling so cute. God I love that idiot
Extra: J: SLOW DOWN!
M: *Gets pulled over*
J: Really Micheal lmao
M: I WANTED TO GET THERE FAST! :(
J: I can't get mad at you (Muttered)
M: >//v//>
cya children
