BMC One Shots

Future Michael

POV: Michael

I'm downstairs in my basement, getting stoned as hell, when I hear the door open. I sit up and hide any evidence that I was smoking (even though, by the smell, it was obvious)

To my surprise, and relief, it's only Jeremy. I'm about to greet him pleasantly, until I can see the tears rolling down his cheeks. I can't help but think that even when he cries, he's still beautiful.

"Jeremy, what happened..?" I ask him, standing up and going to him. I'm surprised I have as much balance as I do for being as high as I am.

"It's Christine..." he said, his voice shaking. It's slowly breaking my heart, seeing him hurt this bad.

"She doesn't want to be with me. She..she loves Jake.."

That creep? I ask myself. Christine chose Jake, over my best friend? Sure, he's more popular, but she's missing out on all the amazing qualities Jeremy has to offer.

I didn't say anything, I only wrap my arms around him into a hug. He willingly takes my sympathy and clings to my sweatshirt.

I try soothing him, telling him that everything will be alright, and that I'm here for him. This seems to have some affect, as he finally stops crying. But I can still feel his body shaking with dread.

I let go of him as I go to sit down on my couch, patting the spot next to me. He walks slowly, like a robot, sitting next to me. Unable of anything else to say to him, I take out some of my supply and hand it to him.

"Want a hit?" I asked, feeling kinda stupid for asking.

He'd smile ever so slightly at my sad attempt for comfort as he'd nod, taking it from my hands.

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A while would go by, and soon both of us are high. Jeremy is laying next to me, his head on my shoulder. I can feel his fluffy hair against my skin, and I can't help but turn red.

I need to calm down. Jeremy is hurting right now, and the last thing he needs is me swooning over him.

Jeremy sits up slowly and turns to me. His pupils are dilated, and he looks me up and down, as if I'm the most spectacular thing he's ever seen.

I can't help but blush a deep red, looking away from him. What has gotten into him? A minute ago he was crying over Christine, and now...

"Michael.." He said, moving closer to me, his face suddenly inches from mine.

"J-Jeremy, w-what are you doing..?"

He stares intensely into my eyes, showing he had no intent to reply.
Before I could ask him again, his lips are on mine.

I'm so stunned, I don't move. Jeremy, my best friend, my player two, the one man I've ever loved, is kissing me. I feel as though I can't breathe..

He'd pull away from me, gazing at me with his stunning brown eyes. I look deep into his eyes, and for a second, I can see a glimpse of fear in his eyes.

"Shit, dude..I'm so sorry I shouldn't have done that and I.."

He goes on rambling about how sorry he is, and I just stare at him. His soft hair falls, covering his right eye. I carefully inspect his face, taking note of every inch of him, as if I'd never see him again.

I've been trying to hold myself back, but I can't take it anymore. I grab the collar of his shirt and pulls him to me, kissing him with as much passion as I can give.

He became stiff, and I became petrified. This was a horrible idea, why did I–

He began kissing me back with such intensity, I can barely think straight. He'd lean against me, trying to get as close to me as he could, as I ran my hands through his cloud-like hair.

Everything around me goes blank except for Jeremy. As we tumble down onto the couch, his body on top of mine, I can only see him.

I can only see him...

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I don't know what time it is, and I don't care. I'm lying down on the couch with Jeremy in my arms, the only thing over us is a thin blue blanket.

His body would be warm against mine, his breathing slow as he slept. His head would lie in the small space between my neck and my shoulder, and his arm would extend over my chest.

I knew we were both high, and I knew Jeremy probably wouldn't remember what happened. And if he did, he probably didn't mean for it to happen. I was probably just a tool for him to get his stress out.

I soon decide to shut those thoughts out of my mind and cherish this moment for as long as I can. Just me and him, in my basement.

I can feel myself drifting off to sleep. My eyelids grow heavy.

I don't know how he'll react in the morning once his high wears off, and I don't care. That was something future Michael would have to deal with.

I kiss Jeremy one last time on the forehead, hoping he'd forgive me

As I drift to sleep, dreaming of a world

where I could be with him...

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~Jeremy 🥀

(**Sorry for the hint of smut there kids. Hope you enjoyed! Also I was gonna post on Thursday but I completely forgot..