miscellanea {be more chill oneshots}

My First Kiss Went A Little Like This

It's a cold and cloudy autumn night, a Saturday to be specific. However, the cold doesn't get to Jeremy, who is currently laying on his right side staring out the window a few meters from the bed. The bed is warm, probably because Michael is on the other side of the bed, and he's a human heater.

Michael is staring up at the ceiling his hands resting on his stomach in the infamous 'had to do it to them' position. They weren't in the mood for video games and it was too late to do anything else, so they settled for talking.

Jeremy and Michael quietly chat about random things and thoughts as Jeremy  stares at the few visible stars. The boys carried from topic to topic mindlessly weaving a conversation.

Jeremy shifts on his side a bit before changing the subject, which at the moment was another weird anecdote about how Michael once swallowed not one, but three safety pins.

"Hey, uh, Michael, you never told me who your first kiss was with," Jeremy yawned which caused Michael to do the same.

"Yeah, I did, it was you, dude." Michael shrugged, eyes carelessly fixed on the ceiling.

Jeremy turned over with a huff, a bit frustrated. "Come on, Michael, we were five," he argued. "Who was the first guy to ever touch those virgin lips of yours?"

"Ew, gross, please never say that again in your life." Michael made a face and hummed as he closed his eyes. A small smile painted on his lips as he went back to the memory.

"It was at camp, I was fourteen and so was he. We'd snuck out to the lake that night and had a blast. We talked and joked all night. Afterwards we went back to our cabin," he gave Jeremy a toothy grin as he lazily fist bumped the air. "Go, Reds, go!" Michael chuckled.

Jeremy's eyes trailed towards Michael's hoodie discarded on the floor. He has a Camp Kipi Red Cabin patch sewn on his left side. "Our beds were next to each other," he continued. "but that night he insisted on sharing the bed, and I sure as hell wasn't complaining. We had grown really close and I had managed to develop a crush on him in the span of two weeks, like the gay mess that I am. But young Michael doesn't need to worry about that shit. Where was I?" Michael furrowed his brows trying to remember.

"Bed sharing," Jeremy answered as he played with a loose string on the cover.

"Oh, right! Thanks. So like, we were facing each other and he took my hand and told me he liked me, I told him I liked him too. He wiggled his eyebrows like the idiot that he was," Michael laughed fondly yet softly. "and suggested that we kiss," he shrugged. "and kiss we did. It was dope, you know, it helped me figure out my sexuality a lot faster."

Jeremy snuggled into the pillow and Michael turned to look at him. "What did he look like?" he slurred.

"Oh, brown hair, really nice smile, asshole-osh attitude with everyone except me, he wore this round and cute glasses. He had heterochromia, one green eye and I can't remember if the other was blue or brown, but I used to try to guess which eye was what color." Jeremy chuckled, knowing Michael has always had terrible memory except for cheat codes apparently.

Michael turned back to the ceiling. "He always made stupid jokes and he loved Fiddler on the Roof, his name was Jared."

Jeremy rubbed his eyes and turned to Michael, slightly taken aback. "Jared Kleinman?" Michael turned to his Player 2.

"Yeah, how'd you-" Jeremy's eyes widened.

"-YOU KISSED MY COUSIN?!"

"YOUR WHAT?!"

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Did I proofread? Fuck no.
Will I regret it? Fuck yeah.
But that's a problem for future me.
I just really wanted to update, and this idea was one of the first ones I ever had.

Requests are open, I hope you liked this short ass semi crack fic. Their relationship status can be either platonic or romantic, completely up to you :) k, bye!