Squipped - Boyf Riends

Squip?! Cont.

Rich led Michael through the empty hall of the school, where he stopped at a certain locker.

His own locker.

Michael watched Rich with uncertainty as he fiddled with the lock. Rich got the lock undone, and swung open the door.

Rich browsed around for a few seconds before pulling out a rather feminine-looking shoe box.

Michaels uncertainty turned into confusion. "Ladies running shoes...?" Michael questioned, his shoulders relaxing a bit. Rich shook his head and opened the box.

The now opened box started to fog up, releasing smoke from the inside.

Inside were hundreds or even thousands of Squips, all the size of a long, grey tic tac. Michaels eyes widened. 'Why does Rich have so many, and what is planning to do with them?'

Michaels thoughts were interrupted when the small boy dangled a singe pill in-front of him. "Well," Rich continued, expectingly, "You got the money?"

Oh, right.

Michael patted at his pockets, looking for any money he had on him. He eventually checked his backpack, where he found enough to pay Rich. It was his weed money, but Jeremy is way more important than weed. He can just get a side job and make up the money again.

Michael handed Rich the money. "So...what exactly IS the squip? Is it like-a random voice or does text appear in my line of vision-" Michael held his hands out infront of him, gesturing animatedly until Rich interrupted him.

"It can look like anyone or anything. It's like, a person that you can only see and talk to. Your squip tells you what to do and say and it can make you into whatever or whoever you want to be."  Rich explained, not bothering to look up as he counted the money.

"So...can it make Jeremy...well uh...like me again? Can it put our friendship back together again?"

"It can do anything Michael"

Rich dropped the grey oblong pill into Michaels palm. "Take it with-"

"Mountain dew, I know."

"Ok...but do you know how to DEACTIVATE it?"
Rich said, now more seriously. Michael gulped at Rich's stare. Why was Rich so serious all of a sudden? "Uhm...no, but why is that so importan-"

"ITS VERY IMPORTANT AND VERY DANGEROUS IF YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO TURN IT OFF." Rich lashed out, before slapping himself once more.

Michael looked shocked. He was second guessing himself if he should really take the pill or not now. "Uhm-ok sooo...how do you turn it off...?" Michael said, half intimidated by Rich's sudden lash out.

"Ok. so you turn it off by-"

"RICHARD GORANSKI AND MICHAEL MELL! YOU SHOULD BE IN CLASS!"  A teacher yelled, vigorously stomping her pointed heels towards the two. Rich broke into a cold sweat.

"uH-I GOTTA GO MICHAEL CYA TOMORROW!" Rich panicked, as he slammed his locker shut and made a run to his class. "WELL, MR MELL? GO TO CLASS!" The lady boomed once more, making Michael flinch and almost drop his squip.

"Uh-yes ma'am!" The frightened boy squeaked out as he ran to the opposite direction.

"Stupid kids..." the lady said, as she continued to walk through the halls.

———

Once the teacher was out of sight, Michael ran straight to the exit. He didn't stop running till he reached the same mall where Jeremy ditched him.

His lungs burned, and he desperately needed water but now wasn't the time for that. He could cool off with a nice cup of Mountain Dew once the pull was inside of him.

He walked into the mall, the cold breeze of the air conditioned air hitting him like a train. The classic smell of the mall lingered around him, smelling like food court fries and new shoes. Michael ordered a small drink, which was of course Mountain Dew, from Sbarro. He plopped down onto a nearby seat.

"Well," Michael said, almost regretting his decision. "Here goes nothing."

Michael threw the wintergreen tic tac into his mouth and took a swig of Mountain Dew. The metal-y taste of the pill fought and battled the carbonated drink as they both went down his throat. The taste of metal and copper mixed in his mouth.

"Ngggghh..." Michael groaned, feeling nothing but the disgusting minty taste of the squip in his mouth. He looked around the mall, then looked at his hands.  Nothing happened.

"Did-did Rich give me a dud?? That's so lame. I knew it" Michael scoffed. All the excitement and fear boiled down and he stood up from the table with disappointment. "And I blew all my money on a drug that won't even get me high." Michael said as he dragged himself home with his head and hopes low.

———

Michael sat in his basement, playing apocalypse of the dammed. He manage to beat level 9 without Jeremy's help. It's was pretty hard, but since he had nothing better to do, he managed to pull through.

Huh. It turns out it wasn't really a two player game after all.

Michael was on level 10, when he felt a slight twinge in his body. It was like a electric shock. He dropped his controller, confused, and rubbed at his temples.

Man...that was...weird.

Michael shrugged it off and unpaused the game.

Michael wasn't focused on the game at all. He kept dying because of that too. No matter how hard he tried, his mind kept drifting back to Jeremy. He thought it was stupid, but he couldn't help but think about his eyes, his hair, his fac-

Target male inaccessible.

"W-what??"