Broadway Bops : A Collection of Musical Oneshots

High School Reunion - MultiShip

Musical: Be More Chill
Ships: pre-Pinkberry, pre-Arson +1, very pre-Boyf riends
Genre: v v angsty child, as it is very inspired by my own thoughts
TW: PTSD; abuse; casual mentioning of suicide; depression; Jeremy has anger issues so he's a major dick;
PLEASE NOTE: I am aware that some/most these characters are far from their canon personalities. Each character here is going to be based a strange blend of their BMC personality, the individuals around me, and what I'd like the individuals around me to be.
So it'll kinda be a venting sort of story for me. In fact, I was originally gonna write it about me, as that's how this scenario first came to me, but I can't bring myself to do it. So here you go!

(□~□ Author friend here with one final note! Any of Rich's lisped words that are harder to decipher will be rewritten without the lisp in parentheses after them. If there are others you want specified, please ask! □~□)

"Are you ready for this?" My best friend asks, turning to look at me as the third member of our group packs up the last of the bags into the back. We'd been out on a group vacation for the past two weeks, and now this stupid High School Reunion had to come up. I look at her nervously, and then allow myself to ramble.

"No, no I'm not at all ready for this. Maybe it'd be best if I just leave now and give up on it all and just-"

"I swear, if you're about to say kill yourself, I'm gonna tell Rich."

"Tell Rich what?!" Said boy pipes up from the back, quickly slamming shut the back of the van so his Leaning Tower of Suitcases doesn't fall out.

"Nothing!"
"Michael was self-deprecating again!"

I glare at the girl, who now had a stern look on her face. I know she was just trying to help, but fuck this.

"Michael Mell!"

"I was not self-deprecating! Self-deprecating would be me saying I suck and I'm a horrible person and I don't deserve the air I breathe or the food I eat or-"

"You shut the fuck up, you hear me? I've beat the shit out of people before for talking about my betht friend like that, and I am not above beating you for it ath well."

"Please do, it'll get me out of this."

"Don't you wanna see Jen?" Brooke breaks in, knowing that if she doesn't step in there'll be another big fight. I get that they're trying to help me get better, but I don't fucking deserve it.

Shit, my depression is really bad today, huh?

I let out a long groaning noise, melting visibly against the seat behind me. It's Brooke's sign that she said the right thing, the only thing that would make me feel guilty for not going.

"See! You need to go, to see Jen again. She's been so excited to catch us up on how LA is treating her, and she's apparently got big news about her column that she needs to tell us in person," Brooke continues, her voice shifting so fluently through different intonations. I can't help but think she'd be a great teacher at points like this, because I'd give a lot to hear her read me a really good book is this voice.

Ew, that was a very hetero thought, Michael.

"Bethideth, you need to be there to keep uth from falling backing under the thpellth of The Hot Oneth."

I still think deciding on calling them The Hot Ones was kinda counterintuitive. This is our "code phrase" for the people we had massive crushes on in high school, that we have totally gotten over, mind you. Yep. Definitely.

"What makes you think I'll be able to control you? As soon as you see Jake, you'll be drooling so much you'll never need lube again." Rich, who had finally turned to start the car, now turns back around to start swinging his open palm at me.