boyf riends one - shots!

the squip is gone.

pt.3 of 'do you wanna hang,,,,again' and 'pretend that i'm something other than this mess that i am' ! 

go read them pls it'll make more sense

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the squip is gone. 

jeremy's life is completely back to normal. back to loser, back to nobody — but not quite the same. he ended up befriending majority of the popular kids group, and in that small week that he had gotten rid of the squip, him and his crush-since-seventh-grade began dating. he was on cloud nine. he even had his best friend back! 

 well, he didn't have michael back yet. 

michael was still mad at him. pissed, even. yeah, he helped jeremy and hugged him through the whole removing squip thing, but wanted jeremy to have a piece of his own medicine. being ignored. but michael wasn't just pissed off because of the squip. 

no, he was through the roof angry about christine. 

and he didn't hate her, no, christine was a peach. always giddy and kind. she didn't do anything wrong. he just hated the fact that jeremy was dating her. why? he didn't quite know. he knew that he was gay already but he didn't have a crush on jeremy.

did he?

jeremy, also through the past week of the squip being gone, has cried into michael's lap about ten times apologizing and begging for forgiveness. michael was just smiling at him the whole time, giving him reassurance and comfort, but not forgiving him. yet. he was scared once he forgave him, jeremy wouldn't see michael as a problem anymore.

he would go hang out with all of the 'cool' kids. get replaced again. he'd rather cry in jake's fancy bathroom rather than the school bathroom. 

all was happy, except one. 

michael mell. 

all of the events lead him to now, pacing around in his bedroom wearing just his red patched hoodie and black weed-imprinted boxers. and of course his headphones and nerdy glasses. he sighed, flopping onto his bed with a groan and burying his face into a pillow. 

okay, maybe he did like jeremy. but why? he was an asshole to him when he had the squip. sometimes even without. why does he deserve to have his feelings? probably just to be torn apart and thrown away.

it was raining outside. hard. you could hear the thunder and lightning in the distance, and outside was exactly michael's mood. unless there was a big fat rainbow out of nowhere, that would also be his mood.

i'm a mess, michael thought to himself, turning over to stare up at his white roof and study the material. he's thought of jeremy romantically before, sure. holding hands, cuddling, kissing, and maybe even more than that. he could imagine it all.

the tanned boy's face heated up entirely, his eyes going wide. okay, maybe he's gotten off to the thought of jeremy before — but that didn't count! he was so caught up in heat that he couldn't think straight. and he wasn't straight. but jeremy was straight.

or, so he thought. 

he covered his face with his hands and whined, kicking his feet back and forth aggressively as if he was throwing a tantrum. he sighed, rubbing his eyes from under his foggy glasses. why was this so stressful? he already knew that he clearly liked jeremy—