Jeremy was downstairs waiting for Michael to arrive. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, half to keep warm and half to hide his body. Jeremy really hated his body, and felt like he was overweight. He heard the door open and close, signaling that his boyfriend had arrived.
"Jerebear?" a soft voice called. Jeremy smiled. He didn't deserve Michael. The squip's voice still told him that everyday. He was too heavy, he was too ugly, he'd hurt Michael beyond repair. A few tears welled in his eyes, but he held them back as Michael walked in.
"Jeremy! There's my favorite person!" he said happily. He planted a gentle kiss on Jeremy's cheek, and sat down next to his best friend. Michael was a concerned and caring boyfriend, so he often made sure Jeremy had been taking care of himself.
"So, did you sleep last night?" Michael began. Jeremy smiled and nodded.
"Any cuts?" he continued. Jeremy rolled his sleeves up, showing nothing but pale skin and scars.
"Did you eat today?" Jeremy hesitated before nodding. Michael obviously caught on to Jeremy's hesitation.
"Jerebear..." he chided. "Did you eat today?" Jeremy stared at the wall, shaking his head. His vision was getting a little blurry, and he felt dizzy.
"Jeremy, are you feeling okay?" Michael asked quietly. He sounded worried, so Jeremy smiled, nodding. Michael scooped Jeremy up, now realizing how light the small boy was. He gently lifted Jeremy's shirt, seeing how thin his player 2 was.
"Jeremy, when did you drink last?" Michael asked slowly.
"Yesterday," Jeremy responded quietly. He felt tired.
"When did you eat last?"
"A few days ago, I think," he replied. Michael's eyes widened.
"Baby, you need to eat. It's not healthy. You're so thin," Michael said softly.
"No, I... I deserve this. I hurt you. I hurt everybody," Jeremy explained, tears now falling from his eyes. Michael held Jeremy, running his hands through Jeremy's hair.
"No, no... Baby you're perfect. Don't do this to yourself, you don't deserve it. I'm so sorry you had to go through this. Do you need Mt. Dew Red?" Michael whispered soothingly. Jeremy nodded. Michael shifted slightly to reach the bottle in his backpack, then handed to Jeremy, who drank it. The cruel voice in Jeremy's head buzzed out, and Jeremy closed his eyes.
"Do you think you can eat something for me?" Michael asked. Jeremy nodded, and Michael carried him upstairs to the living room. Mr. Heere was out for the night, so they would be alone. Michael heated up some soup, to give Jeremy something easy to handle. He fed Jeremy a little bit at a time, then set the bowl aside, holding Jeremy in his lap. The cuddled for a while until they finally fell asleep.
Written by: Connor
