Be More Chill - Oneshots

Boyf Riends - Phone : Dead

So I made a Twitter acc that's yknow, mainly where I rant, talk about musicals, drawings, George and etc etc

@madsheere is my acc if you wanna check it out

Onwards:

Michael had been crushing on Jeremy since eighth grade. They were now juniors. And Michael had successfully kept his secret. But it dawned on him that Jeremy and his dad were moving a town away because Mr Heere had gotten a better job that offered an even better income.

Michael sat in his room, contemplating telling Jeremy. Jeremy and his dad were moving tomorrow afternoon. Of course, Michael would see them off. And of course, they'll be over at each other's house on the weekends.

"I'm doing it." Michael whispered, his voice full of confidence. He flung his body backwards onto his bed. He picked up his phone and texted Jeremy a quick goodnight, getting a response a minute later.

Ymerej Ereeh: quick call?

Leahcim Llem: sure, but my battery is gonna die and my chargers in my mas car semicolon openingbracket

Ymerej Ereeh: dont type wmojis rolling eye emoji

Leahcim Llem is calling...

"Hi Mikey," Jeremy said cheerfully. Michael immediately smiled upon hearing Jeremy's voice. The beautiful sound was soft enough to make him fall asleep.

"Heya Jere-Bear. Excited for tomorrow?" Michael asked, moving around on his bed to get into a comfortable position and getting under the covers.

"I'm going to miss you." Jeremy sighed. Michael could just imagine Jeremy staring up at the glow in the dark stars plastered on his ceiling. "I wish I could take these stars with me." Bingo, Michael thought.

"Take off one, keep it." He replied.

"It's sacred, I can't touch it. You have to come over tomorrow and peel it off for me, otherwise I'll get all my germs on it." Jeremy complained.

"Alright alright. Tomorrow then. But I'm tired, I'll see you at nine, okay?"

"Aw, we just started talking."

Michael chuckled, wiping his eyes. He could feel himself tearing up. What if Jeremy would replace him with a better best friend? "Jereeee, I'm sleepy, let me sleep."

"Eh, fine. What time is it?" Jeremy lowered his voice, secret code for 'stay on the call until the other falls asleep.'

"It's one in the morning."

"Nine hours?! Until I see you again! You should've slept over!" Jeremy yelled, scaring Michael since he had the phone pressed against his ear.

"My ears! And I'll come extra earlier then, but that means I need to sleep now." Michael switched the phone to the other ear and rubbed the one Jeremy screamed in.

"But what tiiime??" He pressed on. Jeremy wanted to spend every waking moment with Michael. He meant so much to him and it broke his heart when his dad said they'd be moving and hour or two away from MiddleBorough.

"Um, around six?" Michael yawned.

"Oh okay, cool."

"Keep talking.."

"Okay Mikey."

Half an hour later, Michael could barely keep his eyes open but Jeremy on the other hand, was wide awake and hoped Michael would stay up with him.

"I'm about to pass out." Michael chuckled lightly.

"Alright I'll let you go. Goodnight Mikey."

"Goodnight to you too, I love you." Michael shut his eyes, but immediately opened them a second later realizing he just told Jeremy he loved him.

"Wh-" Jeremy's sentence was cut off as Michael's phone died and shut off.

Michael sat up, suddenly fully awake. He couldn't fall asleep now. What would have Jeremy said? Should he go see him tomorrow? Or did he mess everything up? Michael stood up and went into the kitchen, grabbing the emergency-only phone charger. When he came back, he decided he'd show up at Jeremy's house at nine.

—

He fell asleep an hour later after going to bed. And woke up at eight in the morning. He sighed. Time to face Jeremy.

Michael did his usual routine, shower, jeans and sweater, headphones and hair. He went down and his Ma greeted him with a plate of bacon and eggs.

"Mahal, Jeremy was here last night, did something happen?" Ms Mell asked, Jeremy had showed up at the Mell household at the same time as Ms Mell, at two thirty in the morning wondering if Michael was asleep yet.

"He was?? Oh, uh.. I told I loved him, and before he could say something, my phone died. I'm uh, a bit nervous to go see him." Michael coughed. His Ma knew everything about him, he couldn't lie to her about anything.

"Is that why you're leaving now? You know he's leaving at eleven am?" Ms Mell replied, matter of factly.

"He is? Oh shoot. I gotta go, bye Ma!"

—

Moments before Michael arrived at Jeremy's place, he was sweating and extremely nervous. He was wondering why Jeremy had showed up at his house, why he let himself blurt "I love you" out, why he refused to show up at six and not nine.

When Jeremy was packing his bags into his fathers car, he had a frown on his face, his shoulders were slouching more that usual, he looked tired and walked slower. He was physically and emotionally unhappy.

He was confused over why Michael hung up last night, why he didn't come to his house early like he said. Was he still even a best friend to Michael now? Would he show up to say goodbye?

"Jeremy, hey." Michael called out, waving at the tall boy ahead of him.

"What are you doing here? I-I thought you didn't want to see me..?" Jeremy whimpered, raising a hand to wipe at his eyes.

"No, I.. Jere, my phone died. And um, I didn't want to face rejection.. especially from you. Because I love you Jeremy. And I know that you see love as something that no one can have for forever. But I've loved you for as long as I can remember. The memories we have together, I cherish every single one. Everyday, I say "hey, I love Jeremy Heere and no one can stop me." I care about you, every part of you. I can never hate you. I'm in love with you, sorry."

".. I came to your house last night... to tell you that, uh.. I love y-you too." The lanky boy mumbled. He longed to hug Michael, but didn't know if he was allowed. He didn't have a hands to ask before Michael himself engulfed him into a tight embrace.

"God, I love you so much. I'll miss you like crazy." He whispered into Jeremy's neck.

Jeremy nodded in agreement, softly kissing Michael's neck and jawline.

"Okay! Okay! Okay, Jeremy, you can stay but you must visit every second week, alright Private?" Mr Heere yelled from the porch, holding two boxes.

"You're staying at my house, okay? I adore you."