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Micha in the Bathroom

I couldn't even get like— more than two paragraphs into the "original" 'Michael in the Bathroom' chapter that I wrote without cringing-

Okay so that chapter was written about 3 years ago! So um...
Here's a rewrite that I've promised for awhile!

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REWRITE

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Michael met Jeremy's gaze steadily, though truthfully, he felt anything but steady.

Jeremy did just the same, but almost colder, "I think, that you're just pissed that I have one and you don't."

Michael let out a quiet scoff, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Oh come on." He didn't meet Jeremy's gaze that burned into the side of his head.

Jeremy balled up his fist and got impossibly closer to Michael, "Okay, maybe I got lucky- is that so weird?"

Michael felt his mouth go dry and swallowed a lump he hadn't realized had formed with Jeremy's close proximity. He tried to keep a clear head and focused his energy on the rage he'd been keeping pent up towards Jeremy's new antics for some time now.

Without any response or eye-contact from the other, Jeremy continued, with just as much fire spitting from his mouth, "I-I mean, with my history," He stuttered and Michael momentarily glanced up, over his glasses, just as Jeremy turned away from him, "I'd say the universe owed me one." He winced as his voice cracked and quickly tried to cover it up by tapping his foot.
Michael's lack of response further upset him as without words to fill the room, guilt did instead, slowly worming its way into Jeremy's chest, the SQUIP unable to stop it in the teen's abundance of alcohol in his system. He quickly attempted to expel it out with more words, "And I don't know-"

"What about me?"

The words took Jeremy by surprise and he faulted in his speech to turn around and look at Michael with a look of confusion, "What about you?"

Michael glared at Jeremy, with less hate and more hurt, "I'm obviously just as much of a- a loser as you were, Jeremy." He stalked forward.

"Y-You said it yourself, that you're above popularity, don't pull this shit-"

"I'm not above you!" Michael lifted his eyebrows.

Jeremy shook his head in further confusion.

"God, how oblivious-" Michael pinched the bridge of his nose and turned towards the sink, advancing to it before spreading his hands on it, "You have other friends, Jeremy, why does my opinion matter to you?"

Jeremy's mouth opened and closed as he searched for words before he nodded with a glare, "You're right," He sneered, "Why am I with y-"

"Not an insult," Michael chuckled sarcastically, "It's a question, Jeremy, answer it."

Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows.

"Why does my opinion matter to you?" Michael repeated, quieter.

"It- it doesn't." Jeremy shook his head.

"Then why are you here? And- and don't give some snarky remark and leave, because you've yet to leave, so I want to know why you've stayed this long."

"I-I don't-"

"You have other friends, Jer, I don't." Michael's voice came off as broken.

Jeremy pursed his lips together into a tight, thin line.

"That's why...that's why you're important to me," Michael turned back around to face Jeremy, each boy on one side of the bathroom, "Why am I important to you? And- and if I'm not, then say it."