Be More Chill - Oneshots

Boyf Riends - You're My Favorite Person

Michael stood in his bathroom, tears pouring out of his eyes. Jeremy had just blamed him for something he didn't do. Why would Michael purposely lose Jeremy's mom's bracelet?

"Y-You're so stupid, Michael." He stuttered to no one in particular. He choked on his words and messily wiped his tears with his hoodie. Before he and Jeremy started officially dating, Michael found comfort in his hoodie. "If Jeremy really l-loved you, he wouldn't h-have blamed you. I'm such an idiot."

Michael began shaking and he slowly position himself to sit on the counter. "I should just leave him a-alone, it'd make him so much happier if I wasn't around him."

Michael hopped off and walked to his room, grabbing his phone.

He texted Jeremy,

To Jeremiah Heere-Mell: Hey uh Jere.. I think we should break up. I hurt you and I'm sorry. I'm just not good enough for you and I know it.

Michael's tears fell onto his screen. He fell back on his bed, his face in his hands.

Ba-ding.

Michael sat up quickly and checked his phone. He swiped his phone open and read a text from Jeremy.

From Jeremiah Heere-Mell: What? Michael no please. I'm coming over.

Just wait, I'm coming, okay baby?

Michael sighed and frowned even more. If Jeremy came over, he thought he'd just be blamed even more.

Jeremy sprinted to Michael's house which was, luckily, five minutes away. He arrived within two and knocked on Michael's door.

"Michael!?" Jeremy fiddled with the door knob and it opened. He ran up the stairs and heard cries from Michael's room. "Baby?"

"Can you leave me alone? I know you hate m-me now." Michael's tears flowed like Niagara Falls.

"Michael, I could never hate you. No, no Mahal. I was just, mad that it was gone. It was probably me who lost it anyways and I took it out on you when I knew I shouldn't have. Of everyone in the world, I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I'm sorry Mahal, so sorry." Jeremy wrapped his arms around Michael and let him cry into his shoulder. He placed thousands of small kisses on Michael's face, making sure he felt loved.

"You don't hate me?" Michael whispered.

"Never could I hate you, baby. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm sorry I hurt you, that I made you think I hated you. You're my favorite person. Always remember that." Jeremy whispered. He softly ran his hands through Michael's hair.

Michael hummed in response and lightly pushed Jeremy backwards onto the bed. They stayed in each other's arms the rest of the night and fell asleep after sharing many small kisses on the others face, reminding them that they're each other's favorite person.