Jeremy, you are my sun and my moon. You bring meaning to every second of my life. Will you do me the honor of becoming my date to prom-
Okay, don't be ridiculous.
Michael laughed to himself, splashing water on his face Saturday morning. He wiped his face and donned his glasses, then returned to his bedroom.
Sitting at his desk, he shuffled through the mess of papers and pulled out a study guide for the upcoming math test. He slowly worked on it, wishing a certain intel processor was present to help him.
Yeah, his supercomputer brilliance isn't something you can replicate.
Gee, thanks for telling me.
Michael sighed, unable to concentrate. He reread the question over and over, yet it felt more foreign the more times he read it. His daze was eventually broken by the buzzing of his phone.
"Hey are you busy right now?? Wanna hang out?"
Michael read the text from Rich. His eyes flew over to the white sea of papers flooding his desk. He hesitated for a moment, then replied to Rich.
"Nah I'm not busy."
Liar.
It's fine. I'll finish it tommorow.
We'll see if you follow through with that promise.
"Okay awesome, can Jake and I swing by your place to get you?"
"Yeah sure."
"Great see you soon."
Michael set the phone down. He buried his face in his hands, exhaling. He dropped his head on the desk, rolling it to one side. His glasses shifted, messing with his vision.
C'mon. Let's do at least one problem before they get here.
"Nah." He shut his eyes.
Lazy. Tsk tsk.
Michael didn't respond to his inner monologue, instead letting his mind go blank. His internal vacancy was eventually broken when he heard the tires slowing to a halt outside of his house.
He heaved himself off the desk and stood up, heading to the front door.
"I'm heading out!" He called to anyone in the house before leaving. He went down the few concrete steps and out to his driveway, where Jake and Rich were waiting.
Jake's car was a newer Audi model, recently washed. Michael assumed it was probably washed regularly in an effort to keep the expensive car fresh. The sun shimmered off of the black exterior paint, slightly blinding Michael. He continued forward, waving at his friends.
"Get in the passenger." Jake called. Michael complied, bathing himself in the air conditioning of the interior of the vehicle. He shut the door and turned to the backseat, where Rich sat.
"You could've sat in the front, Rich." Michael suggested.
"I'm good. You're taller than me, you need the room."
"Not really." Michael laughed, fastening his seatbelt. "So, where to?"
Jake leaned his arm on the rim of the windowsill and rested his head on his hand. "I want to get some drinks."
"Jake, intoxicated driving is illegal." Rich joked from the backseat.
"So is drinking at our age, but we still do it." Michael shrugged.
"Shut up." Jake laughed. "Coffee or something. I'm not having alcohol right now."
"Okay, Starbucks. Let's go." Michael leaned back.
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My Favorite Person (Boyf Riends Fanfiction)
De TodoHe couldn't believe it. He had just purchased the one thing that took his best friend away from him. Still, if a Squip could flip Jeremy's life around, perhaps it could do the same for Michael. Original cover art by Ziksua.