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=º 120 - Michaels Sweater º=

LOOK 👏 AT 👏 JEREMY 👏

another headcanon i have,

jeremy steals michaels sweater a lot but michael pretends to hate it but actually loves it and loves seeing jeremy in his hoodie

thansk for coming to my ted talk

(this is like weird fluff but its two guys bein bros that are kinda gay for each other)

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(MICHAELS POV)

I woke up, only to be blinded by the bright sunlight that shined through the transparent curtains. I groaned and rolled over to my dresser, moving my hands atop of it, searching for my glasses. I put my glasses on my face and stretched my arms out, arching my back and letting out a long yawn. I slowly moved my blankets off of my legs, to reveal me in just my t-shirt and weed boxers. I got up and heard my knees crack, causing me to cringe as I trudged over to my closet. Time to find the outfit I wear almost every day, I thought to myself and giggled. I found my Jeans and white sneakers, but found no hoodie? I searched around frantically for it in my closet, but nope, still couldn't find it. 

I groaned and threw on a clean black t-shirt, not risking being late for school. I grabbed my backpack and stared at it for a second, looking down at the letters RIENDS drawn on by Rich to torment me and Jeremy. I bit my lip and smiled, tracing the letters. Little did Jeremy know, but I had a huge fucking gay crush on him. He knew I was gay, as does the whole school. Everybody could tell just from my gay pride flag patch on my red hoodie.. which, I sadly do not have. 

I ran downstairs and opened the cabinet, grabbed the pop tart box, opened one and stuck it in my mouth. Yes, it may be weird that I like pop tarts both hot and cold, but I wasn't going to toast it, I was gonna be late if I did that anyway. I seen a note on the fridge as I passed by it, and I stopped it my tracks. be home after school, love u! -xo s & j written on a sticky note, I smiled and continued to walk out of the house and to school, or as I call it, Hell. 

~time skip while michael listens to bob marley walking to school~

I walked into the school, listening to my all time favourite Bob Marley song, Three Little Birdies. I sauntered over to my locker and opened it, revealing my messy locker that I don't bother to even try to clean. I grabbed my textbooks and notes, god, how I hate math, I had the strictest teacher in the school, too. I sighed and closed my locker, locking it and turned around to see a pale, freckled boy, me being a tad bit taller. 

"Jeremy!" I smiled, almost dropping my textbooks. Then I looked down and seen the cutest thing I probably could've ever saw, Jeremy wearing my sweater loosely around him. My smile went into a blushy, flushed up mess as I once again stumbled with my textbooks. "Y-You have my sweater..?" I stuttered, he looked down and giggled. "Yup, you left it at my house and now I'm keeping it." He stuck his tongue out at me, I raised my eyebrow and smirked. 

"You are not."

"Yes I am."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Fine, 'til the end of the day."

"Nope, we're hanging out after school, I'll give it back to you tomorrow." He teased as we both started to walk to class, I punched him playfully in the arm as he laughed. God, you have no idea how adorable he looked. He stopped in front of me, I raised my eyebrow in a confused way. He took my glasses off and I tried to swat at him to get them back.

"Hey! I can't see!" I whined as he put them on. He giggled and grabbed the headphones that were around my neck, and wrapping them around his neck. I bit my lip and blushed even more, smiling like a dork. "Look, I'm Michael and I'm as gay as the rainbow and iTs lIke rEGuLaR PepSi, jUSt cLEar!" He voice cracked, I burst out into laughter and ruffled up his hair with my free hand. 

"All of those things are true." I pointed, he took the glasses off and placed them back onto my head. "I'm keeping the headphones," he smirked and slowly started to walk backwards. "No! Not my Bob Marley!" I started to chase after him, we ran around the hall ways giggling like 5 year olds, bumping into people, until Jeremy ran into the guys bathroom. Once again, I kept running after him. He backed up against the wall, both of us still laughing. I pinned him up against the wall as we giggled. 

"I want my headphones and sweater back." 

"Never." He stuck his tongue out at me, I cupped my hand on his mouth so it would cover his tongue. "You look like a child when you do th-- whAT THE FUCK--" I moved my hand away, Jeremy just licked my hand. He burst out into hysterical laughter, clutching at his stomach. I licked my hand and wiped it on his cheek, he simply smiled and leaned up to my face.

"You technically just licked my face." 

"Oh, really?"

"Mhm." He hummed, I smirked and grabbed his chin, licking the side of his face. He squirmed and squealed, "Ew, Michael!" He giggled. I laughed and set my forehead against his. "You, me, after school, basement, who ever wins the tickle war gets the hoodie." 

"Deal."

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im sorry for so many part 2s coming up i hate myself

and i need to continue the smut

im sorry its 3am & i have school :(