Noh Omo (BMC And DEH)

17) Storage Closet

Made: 3/9/2019
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AU: Post Squipcident

Ship: Bi-cycles

Warnings: None

wattpad deleted my first draft of this ffs

"Hey, is that that one kid who did ecstacy at the play?"

"T-they weren't on ec-ecstacy, Jared."

"They weren't? You think that 'squid' thing they were screaming about is real?"

Many people had gathered around his locker, all whispering and debating about him as if he wasn't there. He shut his locker with an angry huff, quickly speeding away before he could hear any more of the chatter regarding him and the Squip. He wanted to tell himself this was unfair. Unfair that he was the only one this was happening to, when Brooke, Chloe, Jenna, and Jake were in the same situation as him at the play; squipped. Then he paused, taking a shaky breath and telling himself that was selfish, "this is fine," he whispered to himself as he walked to class, "this is what I-"

He was cut off when he felt a grip on his wrist, tugging him into the nearby storage closet. The door closed behind him, and he went to scream for help before feeling a hand clamped over his mouth. "Calm down! Jeeth, I'm not gonna murder you, or thomething" He looked down, meeting the eyes of who he could only assume was Rich. Though he barely recognized him, bearing a Hamilton shirt, his usual gelled back hair now laying unruly, only being bound by a headband, and an obvious retainer. He looked completely different.

Cute. He thought, almost smiling to himself before taking notice of the clear tear tracks lining the surface of Rich's face. He wiped his eyes, taking a deep breath before beginning his rant. "Look, Jeremy, thith ith all my fault. I thould've never given you that thtupid tic tac. I-I've been telling everyone that my thquip told me to set the fire, but-" He stopped himself, blinking back more tears that threatened to fall. Jeremy put an awkward hand on his shoulder, trying to smile encouragingly.

"Then, m-maybe Chloe and Brooke wouldn't be fighting, Jaketh legth wouldn't be broken, jethuth Jake would thtill h-have a house.." He felt himself hesitantly being pulled into a hug, allowing tears to finally fall from his eyes as he clung onto Jeremy as if he'd disappear if he didn't. "I'm thorry." "It's okay," "I'm really thorry." "I-I know you are." A few minutes had passed before his crying dissolved into periodic sniffles and hiccups. Breaking away from the embrace, he wiped the few tears away from his eyes.

"Th-thankth, man." He muttered, his voice cracking. Jeremy nodded a bit, rubbing the back of his neck unsurely before speaking. "D-do you wanna, uhm, (ride-) go somewhere and do something?" The shorter boy paused for a moment, rolling his eyes a bit before playfully shoving Jeremy's shoulder. "It thoundth like your athking me on a date, Heere." He bit his lip covering his face with his hand, "I-It can be a date. Ifyouwantittobeofcourse." He pulled at his finger's anxiously, keeping his gaze glued to the floor.

Rich looked up at him, his lips slightly parted unsure if he heard him correctly. "Oh. Oh. I mean- yeah- sure- I- you." An embarrassed flush flooded his cheeks as he awkwardly sputtered, opting to just pressing a small peck to Jeremy's nose in response, having to pull him down a bit by his cardigan.
"Yeah, we can do that."

I have no idea what the shipname for these spunky bisexuals is