miscellanea {be more chill oneshots}

Constellations

Michael roughly shook Jeremy's limp body, trying to wake him up. "Goddamn it, Jere, why do you have to be such a heavy sleeper," he muttered between teeth.

"Jeremy, wake up, we're late." Michael saw the boy stir and continued shaking him, a little bit softer now.

"Huh? Whuh? 'ts wrong, Mike?" Jeremy softly mumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

"Christine just called, they're waiting for us. We're late; I told them to start while we get there but you're literally in the opening act." Jeremy quickly sat up, his hair was sticking out in every direction, Michael couldn't help but think it was cute.

The boys had decided to join this year's play, because apparently Jeremy did have a good time last year (despite everything that went down) and he somehow managed to convince Michael to join as well. Though he only wanted to work on tech.

Jeremy started rushing around and getting dressed, he was frantically looking for his jeans while bemoaning about the stupid headache he had.

In the meantime Michael was looking for his glasses. He'd left them somewhere around here, he just didn't remember where.

The boys had decided to have a sleepover the night prior so that they could get in time to the theater on their opening "night" (the first show started at 12:45 am, so it really wasn't).

However, for some reason, Jeremy had smuggled a whiskey bottle from his house, and both boys thought it would be an excellent idea to drink the night before they opened up the play.

Which resulted in them oversleeping, Jeremy losing his jeans and Michael misplacing his glasses.

Michael decided to just toss a pair of pants to the boy and they sprinted to the car, lucky for them the auditorium wasn't far from Michael's house.

"What the fuck, why are my glasses here?" Michael wondered as he found them leaning against the stick shift.

"You thought it'd be a good idea to leave them there so you'd be ready to go," Jeremy said as he rubbed his head.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever said," Michael put on his glasses. He quickly started up the car and began driving as fast as the speed limit would allow. He glanced at Jeremy. "How's your head, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. The SQUIP has done worse. I still don't get why you don't get hungover."

Michael chuckled. "It's genetics, baby," he said jokingly. He quickly glanced at Jeremy's face. He had some... Lines?

"What is it?"Jeremy asked when he saw Michael staring at him.

"Nothing, you just have... Lines on you face." Jeremy blushed remembering the events that had led up to that. However, Michael didn't seem to remember.

Michael parked the car as they arrived. They saw a line of people waiting at the entrance and it dawned on them that they had to get ready ASAP.

"Fuck, we need to hurry." Jeremy quickly got out of the car and ran to the backstage entrance, Michael trailing behind.

"WHERE WERE YOU?" Christine asked as she shoved Jeremy's clothes into his hands, Dustin shoved a microphone into his hands as well so that the boy could put it under his costume.

Michael started asking around if anybody needed help, but everyone seemed to be ready except for Jeremy, so he simply made his way to the tech booth.

Chloe rushed to the twink with a handful of make up in her hands, ready to make him look presentable for the audience.

"What the fuck happened to your face, Jeremiah?"

The boy looked sheepishly at the ground as he held the folded clothes close to his chest. He let out a nervous chuckle.

"Not gonna lie, Michael and i got drunk and he decided to find constellations on my freckles," he explained.

Chloe sighed, "Why the hell did he use permanent marker, though."

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Here, have this kinda cute chapter. :) I might continue it later idk

(gayshipsamiright, happy birthday, dude! I guess this kinda counts as a birthday present??)