Tell me if you want a second part lol
cliché (like everything else in this book XD) internet friends au thing lolalso this is kinda a vent chapter in more than one way, not the specifics but the general ide- just whatever, enjoy :D
Jeremy's POV
"I gots to go unpack, my friend, I'll text ya later."
" 'Kay, hope ya like it where ever you moved, by the way. Byyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Michael Mell. A truly beautiful human. I may only know him over the internet, but he is the light of my life. Sure, we've had our arguments, our ups and our downs, and I've never exactly seen his face, but overall he's my best and only friend.
I kinda wanna be more than that though. But whatever, it'll ruin our friendship. Even though I've only actually known him for a couple months, we've bonded and grown and matured and learned so much about each other in those couple months, that we might as well have just grown up together. So I can't risk ruining anything.
Sometimes I wish I could be like him. He's so open about his emotions, he says he hides the big things that are causing the emotions, but at least he tells me when he's having a bad day. I don't want to be him in the sense of hurting himself, but I want to be open about my emotions.
I want to be able to be open.
But at the same time, I don't want people to be worried about me. Everyone has their own problems, and I'm just a burden on them. Also no one actually cares, I mean, why would they? I'm so forgettable. Some people who I've known for years don't even know my name and call me fucking "Tall Ass." It really sucks to have the new kid come up to you and ask you: "Hey Tall Ass, sorry that's what the other kids called you, so um, where's *insert teacher's name heere*'s room?"
Anyways, yeah I play it all off as "Yeah, I'm good, dude" whenever someone (Michael 'cause he's the only one who asks me this shit) asks me if I'm okay.
Back to Michael, he's, like my favorite person. And I know what you're thinking, dear reader, that's really gay (Jared we've been dating-) Jerry. To that I say:
A) I'm bi, out and proud so stfu
B) iTs jErEmY, iF yOu'Re gOnNa SaY iT, sAy It Right hhhhhHHH
~time skip to school, in the morning brought to you by: rich'th lithp~
"Hey, watch it tall ath!" Rich hisses at me.
"I-I'm sorry I was just-"
He grabbed me by the shoulders (which was weird because of the height difference) and shook me.
"I'mma let you in on a little thecret buddy, i. don't. care. what. you. are. doing. Get that through your thick skull" he smirked then left. A couple people around us laughed at that.
I hate this school. And I hate how Rich's always get to me. He used to be my fucking friend. I don't know what happened to the old Rich, but I want him back. I probably look like I'm about to cry. I sure as hell feel like it. I'm going to go to the bathroom before I break down in the hallway... again.
"Hey, you okay?" someone behind me asked.
"Uh, y-yeah. I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"P-positive" c'mon dude don't force it, it's just gonna make me start crying. Leave me alone please.
The kid walked in front of me.
"It doesn't look like it, dude." I look at the kid.
He's wearing a red oversized hoodie with a bunch of patches scattered around on it, baggy black pants, and some plain white shoes. He looked like a total geek.
"Oh, by the way, I'm Michael. I uhm just moved heere and stuff." he laughed at what seemed to be a joke about my last name.
"I'm stupid, you don't even get the pun, sorry..."
"Heh, that's umm, f-funny, m-my last name's Heere so it's kinda funny. Also I-I'm Jeremy. A-and I would say t-that you should l-love this school, b-but that'd be a-a lie."
"Wait. Jeremy Heere? Like Jeremy William Heere? Like my internet friend?" he questioned.
Oh, shit its Michael. Just my luck, first time he sees me im on the verge of crying.
"Uhm, T-that's my name. So you're M-Michael Mell, huh?"
"Das my name don't wear it out."
"H-hi. I guess" I blush for some goddamn reason and he pulls me i to a hug.
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