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Jeremy stared into the mirror of the school bathroom. Tear stains marked his cheeks, his eyes red. His brown hair, streaked mint green and light blue, was messy. His scalp ached from being pulled on too much. A flower crown, decorated with deep blue roses, sat crooked on his head. His nose was bleeding, dripping blood on his light blue sweatshirt. He could hear the voices of Rich, Jake, and whoever else they'd forced to search for him echo in the hallway.
His phone began to rumble in his pocket. He knew who it was. Michael. His boyfriend.
It still felt weird saying that. Just a few weeks ago, Jeremy had barely known Michael. And now they were dating. But he wasn't surprised. Michael was like the opposite of him. Ears pierced, always wore skinny jeans and tight t-shirts with combat boots. Completely punk.
Jeremy pulled his phone out. The dark screen flashed, 'Player 1 is calling you.' Jeremy answered and, with shaking hands, held the phone up to his ear.
"Jeremiah! Where are you? Are you okay? I swear to fucking god if someone hurt you-"
"Calm down," Jeremy spoke quietly. "I'm hiding in the bathroom. Rich and Jake are looking for me."
Michael growled low, and there was a loud 'thud' in the receiver. "Hold on. I'm coming." And then he hung up.
Jeremy breathed a sigh of relief and sank to the floor. He thought back to when Michael had first found out that he was... targeted, because of his 'girly personality.' It wasn't pretty. Jeremy wouldn't tell him who it was, or what they did to him. Michael had looked ready to murder someone.
Jeremy felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, and he reached up to wipe them away. He'd already cried enough, he told himself. He didn't need to cry any more. But simple thoughts couldn't keep the tears from spilling over. With trembling hands he reached up to fix his crown, hoping that he could look at least a little okay by the time Michael found him.
If only he could pull himself together that fast.
When Michael did come busting into the bathroom, anger seemed to radiate off of him. Jeremy was a sobbing mess, covering his face with his hands as if it could stop the tears from falling. His nose was still dripping blood, and it slowly dropped from his hands and onto the floor.
"Miah, sweetheart, calm down," Michael spoke softly, kneeling in front of the sobbing boy. "I'm here, it's okay."
Jeremy launched himself forward, shaking. "M-Micah, I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Michael said. "Come on, let's go home."
By the time they reached Michael's PT Cruiser, Jeremy had managed to calm himself. Michael opened the passenger door for him, bowing dramatically. Jeremy laughed softly, smiling a little.
Michael started the car, and they were off. Once they got home, and Michael had carefully cleaned the blood off of Jeremy's face and grabbed him a different hoodie, they settled in his basement. Jeremy curled up next to Michael on the couch, setting his flower crown on the table next to it.
"What d'you wanna watch?" Michael questioned, wrapping an arm around Jeremy's shoulders.
"Mmmm..." Jeremy thought. "Disney?"
Michael laughed and ruffled his multi-colored hair. "Sure."
Jeremy had fallen asleep before the first one was over, laying across the couch with his feet in Michaels lap. Michael carefully got up to turn the lights off, shut the tv down, then laid on the couch, laying opposite of Jeremy.
He fell asleep with a soft smile on his face.
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FanfictionThis is a warning - all of this is suuuuper gay. Don't say I didn't warn you. I don't own any characters, though I wish I do. I also don't own any art work.
