Noh Omo (BMC And DEH)

22) Sockless

Made: 4/28/2019
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AU: None

Ship: Pins and Patches

Warnings: Crack Fic

get the cool shoeshine kids

Michael didn't know how he ended up in this position.

Just minutes beforehand he was wandering aimlessly throughout the houses corridors, wincing every so often at the prominent stench of alcohol and sweat.

The stoner had rushed to the party with such urgency that he hadn't bothered to grab his infamous headphones on his way out. The shitty, early 2000's dubstep blarred through the speakers and into his ears abrasively.

It was too much. There was so much noise, so many foreign sights and smells.. he couldn't take it any longer.

He sought for refuge in the nearest room behind him, though he wasn't met with the seclusion he hoped for, but rather an intoxicated, angry teenager that he could recognize anywhere.

Jake Dillinger was soon hunched over next to Michael on the carpeted floor of his parents room, blinking back tears as the Filipino awkwardly struggled to provide what little comforting words he could think of.

A tense silence followed Michaels futile attempts at conversation.

"Jeremy And Chloe were fucking on my parents bed." He muttered quietly, glassy eyes glued to the floor in front of them.

The Filipino looked at him unsurely for a few moments.

"Wasn't he dating Broo-"

"Which is weird, right?!" The jock finally blew up, gaze finally snapping up to meet Michaels in an irritated fury.

"I mean, that's fucked up in itself. Some docuhebag slept with a girl when he and Brooke were dating last year too.. and I.. I told them not to go in here.."

He trailed off angrily, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and allowing a defeated whine to escape his lips. "None of this is fair, Michael."

Jake had always carried a kind of fascination with Michael, always envying and respecting the boys laidback, carefree suave.

The Filipino hesitantly wrapped an arm around the other boys shoulders, tensing up when he felt Jake's head gradually fall to lay on his shoulder, his lip quivering ever so slightly in the dimly lit room.

Another moment of quiet.

"It's not gay if we have socks on." Michael muttered after a minute.

The taller boy kicked his shoe off with his left foot in response, revealing his completely sock-less foot.

"..that's fucking disgusting why aren't you wearing socks you heathen."

this was supposed to be serous at first what am I doing

also why does this story have 2k views ty holy shit