Hidden In Front Of You

Untitled Part 1

Sorry 'bout the crappy cover. It was my first time drawing on a laptop and I'm not used to it.

Be More Chill! I love this musical. Its my first time writing about it though, so please tell me what you think! The art featured will be my own. Sometimes it'll pertain to the story, sometimes not.

I don't own Be More Chill. Otherwise, Jeremy would be chasing after Michael.

"Second semester!" Michael yelled as I got into his P.T. Cruiser. He grinned, Buffalo Soldier softly playing from the headphones hooked around his neck. A slushie sat "You ready for this?"

"Hell no," I said, shutting the car door. I tossed my bag in the backseat with Michael's and pointed ahead. "Onwards, good sir!"

Michael laughed, pulling out of the driveway and heading toward the school. "That's a mood, right there. So, you remember Rich is bi, right?"

"Yeah." After last year's...uh...incident, Rich had come out as bisexual. Despite him being nicer after the SQUIP's were destroyed, Michael and I found it difficult to befriend him. Even though it had been his SQUIP making him bully us and not his own choice, it had still hurt. A year and a half of torment was hard to forget. "What about him?"

"Apparently Jake came out as gay a few weeks ago. Rich asked him out Christmas day."

"You're kidding."

"Nope," Michael said, popping the p. "I'm actually surprised you haven't heard. Jenna said she got it from Christine the minute Jake said yes."

I felt my heart speed up and quickly switched my gaze to the school bus passing us. "How did Christine know about it so quickly?"

"Christine and Brooke were Rich's wingmen. They were hiding in the bushes when Rich finally got the balls to ring the doorbell." Michael glanced over at me before looking back at the road and turning into the school parking lot. "Actually, I haven't heard anything about you and Christine lately. How're you guys doing?"

I kept my eyes on students entering the school. Greeting each other after a long five weeks away. Girls squealing and hugging each other while guys slapped each other on the back. It was odd, feeling equal amounts of excitement and dread in the air.

Right now, I was definitely feeling the latter.

"Jeremy?" Michael had parked the car without me noticing. He stared at me curiously. "You spaced out a bit there. You okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." I cursed my stutter. Of all the times it has to come out, it has to be when I'm upset or nervous.

Michael narrowed his eyes, suspicious. He knows my tells. "Are you not telling me something?"

"No, honestly, Michael. I'm—I'm fine. Christine and I a-are fine."

I held my breath, praying he would leave it. It had happened a few days ago, but I still didn't understand it at all. As much as I hated keeping Michael in the dark, I just needed some time to figure it out for myself.

Michael studied me for a moment longer, then sighed and leaned back in his seat. "If you're sure." His tone softened. "You know you can tell me anything, though, right? No matter what."

I tried to smile. I think I succeeded. "Yeah, I know. It's a two-player game."

"And we rule at it." Michael said, a grin forming. He opened the door and stepped out of the car. "You coming?" he asked, snatching his bag out of the backseat.

"Y-yeah." After I grabbed my bag, Michael shut the car door and we made our way up to the school.

"We go to the cafeteria first to get our schedules," Michael said, glancing down the hall. "What classes do you want?"