boyf riends one - shots!

i still love him.

hEY y'ALL this is a drAft that i've had for forever

so take this

4 now

goodbye ily all

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based off of a short poem by lana del rey.

bold + italics = lyrics.

normal = reality.

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and i remember when i met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me.

kindergarten michael sat in the sandbox, placing a castle-shaped bucket over a small pile of sand. he sat alone, watching the other kids run around and giggle as they played with their friends. he didn't have any friends. 

he had colorful band-aids covering his tanned skin from being clumsy and getting bullied, yet he never spoke up once about it. he didn't like tattle-tailing, even though it was a serious issue. a taller, frail boy covered in freckles kneeled down in front of the other. 

michael looked up and raised his eyebrow, tilting his head. "do you wanna play with me?" the freckled boy smiled widely, holding up a toy race car and an action figure. "i can help you make your sand castle!" he exclaimed and pointed at the bucket. he was clearly a cheerful kid.

a wide smile finally placed itself onto michael's usually gloomy face, nodding quickly and placing his hands on top of the bucket. "i'm michael! michael mell! what's your name?" he asked, sticking his hand out politely.  the other giggled and shook his hand, sitting down in front of him. 

"jeremy! jeremy heere." 

 we both knew it, right away.

"hey, i found a new videogame that we could play." thirteen year old michael smiled, sitting in jeremy's basement and relaxing against their new-and-improved pac-man themed beanbags. jeremy raised his eyebrow, drinking a bottle of mountain dew. 

"it's called apocalypse of the damned!" michael exclaimed excitedly, pulling out the disc from behind his back and smiling widely. he was a huge dork over videogames, and surprisingly, so was his best friend. they were mean't for each other. 

jeremy gasped and put the bottle down, a smile spreading across his lips. he never smiled with his teeth, solely for the reason that he was insecure about his braces. "oh! i've heard of that game, i think it's about zombies and stuff." he shrugged. 

michael nodded quickly and slid the disc into the console, pushing the button for it to close as the menu screen popped up on their small tv. michael tossed jeremy the red controller, keeping the blue one for himself. jeremy fumbled with the object but caught a grasp on it.

"ready, player two?"

"ready, player one!" 

and as the years went on, things got more difficult- we were faced with more challenges.

"so.. what do you think?" present jeremy asked as the two played apocalypse of the damned, their fingers moving aggressively to the controller buttons. michael was iffy about the whole super-computer-pill-thing, not liking it one bit.