Boyf riends one shots

Comfort

Trigger warning! Mentions of self harm/depression I guess
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Micheal laid on his bed, Bob Marley blasting in his ears. His eyes were welling up with tears, but he felt empty. He rolled onto his side when something caught his eye. A razor blade. Micheal contemplates for a moment before sitting up from his bed and walking towards his desk. He catches himself in tears, pulling his hand away, "No, No Micheal you will regret it, it's not worth it. There are better ways of coping" he mumbles sternly to himself. He goes back to his bed and picks up his phone, there, were a few texts from Jeremy.

P1🐬: hey Micheal!
Micheal
>:/

Micheal let out a slight chuckle.

P2🐻: yeah sorry, I was listening to music, my notifs were off

P1🐬: are you okay?? You've seemed a bit off lately, I just wanted to check on u

Micheals urges slowly subsided

P2🐻: sorry about that, I'm fine though, just a few off days, ya know?

P1🐬: do you need me to come over?
Too late I'm packing a bag

P2🐻: I don't really have a choice do I?

Micheal knew he wasn't going to get an answer, he was probably already on his way over. He looks around for a second, his room was messy as hell. He went around picking up a bit, he got to his desk. There it was, the shiny, sharp blade laying on it. He cringed while picking it up and putting it in his drawer. He sighed in relief that it was out of view.

Before he knew it, Jeremy was at his window, Micheals moms would be pissed if a boy came over in the middle of the night, though they would understand. Micheal was a bit startled at the sight of a scrawny boy at his window staring at him, how long had he been there? Who knows. Micheal opens the window for him and throws a pillow beneath it before the inevitable.

"FuCk-" Jeremy gasps while toppling through the window like an idiot.

"Dude, you know you can go through the door, it's honesty more loud if you go through the fuckin windows" Micheal chuckles while helping his friend up.

"I wanna be c-cool, okay?" He says while rubbing his forehead that he fell in like an idiot.

"Jeremy, we both know where that gets you" He laughs.

"M-michael!"

"Whaaat??" He laughs for a moment, then offers Jeremy his hand to help him up. Jeremy takes his hand and hoists himself up, then giving Micheal a soft smile.

"So, whats wrong? You've been acting k-kinda off lately, I-I'm worried about you man." He sits on Micheals bed and pats the spot next to him, inviting Micheal to vent a bit. Micheal panics for a second, but gets his shit together quickly, he walks over to the bed and sits facing towards Jeremy

"look, I'm fine. Like Ive just been really tired" Micheal says sheepishly.

"Micheal. You look like you've been crying, and I know when your not okay. Iv been your best friend for 12 years." Jeremy said in a soft but stern voice. Micheal sat silent for a moment before breaking.

"I-" He can't think of much else to say without crying. Jeremy pulled Micheal into a gentle hug without hesitation. Micheal tensed up at first and melted into it, he started crying. Not just crying, sobbing. He hated feeling vulnerable, it made him feel pathetic, but with Jeremy? He would understand right? He started apologizing profusely between sobs. "Micheal, it's okay." Those three words comforted him beyond anything. Micheal held on tight to Jeremy like he was going to turn to nothing within seconds.

(A/N what the fuck am I doing, this is a weird way of coping, also keep in mind this is my first time writing, I'm bad at keeping characters in character
When in the actual fuck did I write this?)