Be More Chill Reacts To Be More Chill

Intermission

Everyone turned to face the Squip. "What's that supposed to mean?" Chloe asked.

The Squip simply grinned. "You'll see."

Though dread was building up in everyone's stomach, they tried to brush it off and relax. Michael shyly approached Rich. "Hey, umm..can I ask you something?"

"Of courthe!"

"..alone?"

Rich nodded and lead Michael off into the kitchen. Jeremy used this time to talk to Jake.

"Hey, man. Can you help me with something?"

"Yeah, sure."

Jeremy cleared his throat. "So..I umm..I like Michael-"

"Obviously."

"Fuck you. Anyways, I need help asking him out, and you have a boyfriend, so I figured you'd be able to help me."

Jake raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You want me to..I mean yeah. Of course you'd want me to help you. Let's see.."

The two of them sat on the floor, leaning up against the seats. Jeremy could feel his face go red in embarrassment, and Jake laughed. "Dude, calm down. I'm not gonna make fun of you or anything. I'm just not used to people asking me for this kind of advice."

Jeremy quickly stood up. "Oh, I'm sorry. If you want me to go-"

"Nonono! It's okay!" Jeremy sat back down. "Let me think.. Well first and foremost, describe how you feel about Michael."

Jeremy's face got even more red. "O-okay. Umm..he's so sweet and sensitive and caring. And I'd do anything for him. I fucking hate that I hurt him because he's my best friend and I really love him-. Shit! Did I..?"

"Say that out loud? Yeah, you did," Jake said with a big smirk. "Look, you didn't hear this from me. But Michael obviously likes you in that way, too."

A smile tugged at Jeremy's lips. "Y-you really think so?"

"I know so."

Meanwhile, Michael and Rich sat down at the kitchen counter. Michael nervously fiddled with his hoodie strings and stared at his feet.

"Thooo?" Rich asked. Michael jumped a little and stared at him. "What do ya need?"

Instead of answering, Michael continued to play with his hoodie strings. His heartbeat was going a million miles a minute. Thoughts of Rich laughing at him or telling everyone made his stomach twist into knots. He jumped back a little in surprise as a hand was placed on his shoulder. He snapped out of his trance, and his eyes met Rich's.

Rich took a step back, letting his hand fall off of Michael's shoulder. "Micha? What'th wrong?" He could see Michael's legs shaking, so Rich lead him to a seat and sat him down. "You can tell me anything, you know that right?"

After taking a few deep breaths, Michael was finally able to speak properly. "I..IlikeJeremy."

"Duh."

"Yeah, and..wait, what?!" Michael pushed himself out of his seat.

Rich laughed. "You make it so obviouth, dude." Michael's face went red. "But don't worry. Jeremy ith totally obliviouth."

Michael sighed and laid his head down on the table. "What do I do?"

"Well you could thtart with him-"

"RICH!"

"Thorry, thorry. If I'm being honetht, the time ith bound to come later today. Or at leatht during thith week. He'th head over heels for you, Micha."