Squipped - Boyf Riends

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The two finally reached Michaels home. Michael fumbled out his keys his moms loaned him, and inserted it into the lock. He pushed open the door, said hi to his moms, and went down into the basement.

Michael plopped down onto his beanbag.  " so I gotta be popular huh?"

"Yes, That is correct."

"Well then..." Michael adjusted his glasses on his face. Jeremy glanced at Michael, before heading towards him and snatching his glasses off. "Hey! What was that....for..." Michael blinked a bit. His eyes weren't blurry, like how it usually is when he takes his glasses off. He rubbed at his eyes. "Wha-"

"I fixed your eyesight."

"Waitwaitwaitwait...Someone doesn't simply fix someone's eyesight-"

"Well I did. I have access to most parts of your body, including your eyes and the nerves connected to them. I fixed them. You don't need these anymore." Jeremy said, dangling Michaels glasses in his face, before tossing them in the trash.

Michael scrambled to to the waste bin and fished his glasses out. Jeremy raised an eyebrow. "W-well uh...my mom paid a lot for them and...and i had them for uh-for a long time-"

Jeremy rolled his eye...thingys. "Very well." He said, heading towards his closet. "Just be sure not to wear that in public." Michael averted Jeremy's gaze.

"Speaking of public appearances..." Jeremy strides over to Michael, waving his glowly hand over his headphones around his neck. "We need to get rid of this...all of this. You look like a loser."

Michael flinched. That word burned itself into Michaels insides. He hated it. Ever since REAL Jeremy got a squip, he's been player 2.

No...he's been playing solo mode.

Michael clenched his fists in a feeble attempt to mask the hurt in his chest. He shut his eyes tight, almost like he could vanish from sight and let nothing remain.

Some part of him wanted the old Jeremy back. His kind, shy, jere-bear who'd stick by him like glue.

But the other wanted to show him how it felt when he abandoned him in a bathroom with nothing but his thoughts and a bathtub. He wanted him to feel how broken he felt, how much he morned over him, and how much courage it took to try and help him stop his squip, just to have him call him a loser.

But the bright, funny Jeremy that would get high with him on the weekends-or any day really-is what he was really fighting for.

"ahem," squip Jeremy cleared it's throat. Michael snapped out of his trance and whipped his head towards the glowing blue Jeremy infront of him. "Were you listening...?"

"Uh..,yeaaah uhm...I...I was"

Jeremy gave Michael a controlled shock. "ACK! Ugh-geez what was THAT for???"

"You werent listening to what I was saying."

Michael sighed. Jeremy ignored it and continued on.

"Well, as I was saying, we need to fix your appearance. Get rid of the headphones and the jacket."

Michael looked Jeremy square in the eye...thing...yeah. He stared at him like it just told him to become a sugar daddy and find a sugar baby. Jeremy cocked an eyebrow.

"Ahem. I said-"

"Yeah yeah yeah man, I heard what you said" Michael said, breaking eye contact, and waving his hands infront of him. Jeremy pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Michael, if you heard what I said, take it of-"

"No!" Michael spat, uneasily. "This jacket has been through everything with me. Jeremy and I spent a shit ton of our time collecting all the patches throughout our whole time in highschool and I'm sure as hell not taking it off-"

"Michael." Jeremy spat back. His eyes giving that same unfeeling, cold stare. Michael shut his mouth. "I know what's best. I know what'll fix your relationship with Jeremy, and what will not." Since Michael didn't answer, he took that as a cue to continue.

"This," Jeremy continued, gesturing to the faded patches of Michaels favorite red jacket. "Will not."

Michaels raised an eyebrow. "It's just a jacke-"

"Jeremy hated that jacket, you know." Jeremy said, lies seeping out through his simulated teeth. Michael felt his world shatter. All this time, all the money they spent, all the memories that was held within his jacket...were fake...?

Michael clutched at his jacket before he realized it. Jeremy smirked. "Jeremy thought it was stupid. Something only a nerd would wear," Each word dug into his heart like daggers.

"So that is why i...encourage...you to remove the jacket. For Jeremy's sake" Jeremy finished off, leaving Michael with a confused, hurt, and dumbfounded look plastered on his face.

Michael shakily shed off the worm jacket, letting it fall to his shoulders along with a few straggling tears falling from his eyes, almost like a warning that more would come. Jeremy held a pleased look on his face.

"There you go.." Jeremy mused, turning Michael towards a mirror, making Michael look at himself.

"Much better." Michael glanced at Jeremy with nothing more that hurt in his eyes. He mumbled out something, before letting more tears spill. Jeremy stares back at him, gesturing him to repeat what he said again, but louder.

"Did Jeremy really hate this jacket as much as you say he did..?" Michael repeated, more loudly this time. He wasn't sure if he really wanted an answer at all actually.

Jeremy hummed. "Yes I assure you, he does dislike that jacket."

"But...why? And...and how do you know? Huh?" Michaels words started becoming more frantic, like he was slowly discovering the painful truth for the first time.

"I synced myself to Jeremy's squip" Jeremy replied, nonchalantly, like he didn't care that he was ruining Michael will to live. "It's sad though, I would assume that he would customized his squip to look like his dear best friend..." Michaels eyes shot up.

"He didn't though...he just stuck to Keanu Reeves."

Jeremy said, almost laughing at how crestfallen Michael was right now. Michael ducked his head down, letting a few more tears fall, before wiping them away with the back of his arm and looking up towards Jeremy with a betrayed, but vengeful look. Jeremy flashed a evil smile.

"That's the spirit, Michael" Jeremy laughed. Michael ignored his comment.

"Alright then...it's getting late. Go get some rest, you'll need some energy for tomorrow." Jeremy cleared his throat. "Oh-and get rid of that jacket. You have no use for it anymore." He retorted, before disappearing into plain sight.

Michael tossed it into the waste bin without a second thought.