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Glue Stick

For once in his life, Jeremy could honestly say he had no clue what to do.

Sure, he'd have a quick moment when he was confused. But his mind would start working eventually, unlike now.

It had been a regular Friday. Michael had come to stay the night, and they were sitting in the basement playing AOTD with the volume as loud as it could go. The smell of alcohol lingered faintly, mixing with the smell of strong coffee and junk food.

He didn't quite remember when exactly Michael had tossed it to him, but he regretted catching it nonetheless. Because that object would put him the one of the most embarrassing situations of his life.

What was this object? A glue stick.

That was how Jeremy ended up with his hands completely glued to Michael's dark hair, trying desperately to un-stick himself.

Well great.

He was lucky his dad had finally gotten a job that required him to actually leave the house, or there would have been some serious blackmail material. And there still would be if he didn't find a way out of this.

Michael was searching on the web for ways to get the glue out of his hair, seeing that Jeremy's were currently stuck. After several minutes, he finally sighed and put his phone down on his lap.

"Well," he sighed. "We're gonna have to go upstairs and wash my hair with dish soap and warm water, and then let it dry for a while."

They stood awkwardly and maneuvered their way into the kitchen, and began the process. Jeremy stood there, shifting his weight from foot to foot as Michael carefully scrubbed at his hair, trying not to drown Jeremy's hands in soap.

Almost forty minutes later, Jeremy was finally able to gently remove his hands from Michael's hair with little to no pained winces from his dark haired companion. As soon as they were apart, they both flopped backwards, laying across the couch in opposite directions. (does that even make sense?)

"Never again," Michael stated, moving so he was laying on top of Jeremy and closing his eyes.

"Huh?" Jeremy asked, smiling innocently.

"Jeremy, you rubbed glue on your hands and then ruffled my hair. What'd you think was gonna happen?" He said, sighing exasperatedly.

"Uh..." Jeremy trailed off, pretending to think.

"Just shut up and let me sleep," Michael. mumbled sleepily, resting his head on Jeremy's chest.

"Good night, mahal ko."

Heyo! Short, I know, but more to come! Oh, and tell me if it's spaced weird, cause Wattpad is sooo not working with me right now. Thanks!

~EKS