Squipped - Boyf Riends

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Michael stepped into the clothing store.

It was a fairly small store, though it was a well known place. Like Gucci or something.

The peach colored walls made the atmosphere more comfortable to be in. Their were towers and towers of clothing racks, variant from dresses to simple shirts. Lights splashed onto the walls and objects surrounding them, Brightening the place up drastically.

Michael gulped.

The Jeremy Squip reappeared near a certain shirt rack and gestured towards it. Michael approached it hesitantly. Jeremy pointed at a shirt hanging on the rack.

Michael unhooked the hanger from the rack and examined it carefully. It was a red long sleeved shirt with brand name designs printed on the sleeves and as a logo on the front and back. "Woah..." Michael gasped, amazed.

"Thought you'd like it. It wasn't hard to scan the whole store and find something drastically different so you wouldn't object to wear it." Jeremy inquired. Michaels heart swelled.  It was getting harder to remember that it wasn't actually him.

"Go ahead and buy it"

"Wait!" Michael jumped in. He glanced at the price.

49.99. 

"SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS" Michael exclaimed. That one shirt costed him almost 50 fucking dollars. Michael didn't have that kind of money on him right now. ESPECIALLY after paying rich to give him a Squip.

"I don't-i don't have enough money for it?" Michael said as he turned to face Jeremy.  He pulled out Michaels wallet and gestured him to come over to a atm just outside the store. Michael followed him like a lost puppy the whole trip there.

Jeremy stopped in front of the atm. He waited patiently as Michael approached the machine. Michael was about to type in his pin as Jeremy pressed his hand against the machine.

His eyes glowed white, along with the atm as the screen flickered from black to white. Next thing he knew, the atm spat out 60 dollars, in the form of three twenty's.

Michael stood there in shock. He picked up the money and examined it with amazement. "Stop gawking at the cash and pay for that shirt. People will think you're a mad man."

"O-ok"

-I believe this is what you people call a time skip——

Michael walked out of the mall with the shirt in his hand. He couldn't help but stare at the shirt, and or Jeremy. It wasn't like he was falling for the squip version of Jeremy, oh no. It was the sight of him talking and the sound of his ever-so-familiar voice that gave Michael heartache.

"Are you hungry?"

Michael snapped out of his daze. "W-what?"

Jeremy cleared his throat. "I said, are you hungry,Michael" Michael nodded. "Very well. We will have to fix you up something, but if you want to be popular, you will have to-"

"WaaaaaaaitwaitwaitwaitWAIT" Michael interjected. "When did I say ANYTHING about being cool..? I just want Jeremy back..."

Jeremy glared. His usual neutral glance was replaced by a cold, unforgiving stare. Michael shivered. "Michael. The only way you could even get close to what I-i mean-you want, is through me. And I recommend not stepping out of line..."

The blue glow started fading away, and the white orbs in his eyes were replaced by pupils. His hair started becoming more brown, and less...metallic. The squip-lines littering his face and body started retreating, as his skin turned less grey and more life like.

Jeremy stepped towards Michael. The poor boy just stood there in a confused daze. Jeremy brought his hand to his chin.

"And you wouldn't want to upset me, Michael...would you? We're best friends..." Jeremy said, quite lovingly. Michaels heart did a summersault. "N-no...never..." Michael smiled.

"Good..." Jeremy said. Michael snapped out of his daze once more, as the squip reverted back into its original blue colors. Michaels heart sank. "Come on. We got to fix you something healthy to eat so you don't get chubbier as it is" Jeremy stated as he poked at Michaels gut. "Tch...rude....I'm not thaaat fat. I'm just....thicc" Michael murmured out as he follow Jeremy home.

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