boyf riends one - shots!

misunderstanding.

hi i got my readers to recommend ideas and i gots one 

Musical_Sanders

y'all are hoes for angst i stg

also part 1 ??? maybe ???? this was just a draft i've always had and it bugged me so im publishing it lmao 

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"michael!" a familiar, higher-pitched voice calls out as he frantically runs down the hallway, red-faced and panting. michael raises his eyebrows and turns around, to see his former tormentor, rich goranski. the boy had changed a lot compared to squipped rich -- and he was much nicer, plus, he had a lisp. him and michael were close friends now, bonding over things like retro music, they were also both apart of the lgbtq+ community. 

"uh, sup?" michael greets casually, giving a lazy peace sign, and biting down on the straw of his slushie. rich hunches over and wheezes from the loss of air from zooming down the hallway, looking up at the taller boy. "i need.. help. like, you've probably confethed your feelingth to jeremy, right? you know thith thtuff?" rich questions, tipping his head to the side.

michael stammered and shook his head quickly, dark red dusting over his tanned cheeks. "n-no! i don't even--" "good, anyway," the smaller boy had cut him off, causing michael to groan in annoyance. "i.. i like jake, ath you know, and i'm planning to confeth today." rich mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

"but i'm like, thuper nervouth becauthe i've never done thith thit without a thquip. and what if he doethn't like me back??" he sighs, "i-i wrote him thith note and-" "rich," michael chuckles, wrapping an arm around the shorter boy's neck and ruffling up his hair, causing rich to squirm. "you'll do great, dude, and you don't even need the dumb note. let it come from your heart." 

"really?" rich asks, fiddling with his fingers. in reality, rich goranski was just a nervous, lithpy boy who meant no harm to anyone. "yeah! tell me what'd you say. pretend i'm jake." michael offers, adjusting his backpack strap and sipping his slushie. the shorter gulped and nodded, taking a deep inhale. 

"tho, i've been wanting to tell you thomething for a long time now," rich starts, looking up at michael and making direct eye contact. little did they know, jeremy heere was just making his way around the corner of the quiet hallway they were in, and today, he was in a good mood. he was just about to call out to michael, before realizing .. 

he was talking to rich? was he tormenting him again or something? 

jeremy quickly hid around the corner of the hallway, back pressing up against the wall as he let out a shaky exhale through his nose. he shouldn't be doing this -- rich changed! he was fine now. rich wasn't a bully. the freckled boy sighed, turning on his heel and about to walk away, before hearing; 

"i like you." 

jeremy froze in place, his whole body tensing and his heart beating quickly. rich .. rich likes michael. he knew michael was gay, and he probably liked him back. he remembered michael -- in the past, swooning over hot muscle-y dudes in magazines. and what was rich? a hot muscle-y dude.  jeremy gripped at his shirt where his heart was, clenching his jaw. why did he feel so .. angry? insecure? his heart pounded at his chest, pressing his back against the wall once again. 

"and i'm thorry if you don't like me back, b-but, i'll give you time to think." rich finished, smiling nervously at the tanned boy and scratching the back of his neck. michael chuckled, sipping his slushie and shrugging one shoulder. "that was grea--" "michael." jeremy interrupted him with a slight voice crack in his voice, 

"can we talk?" 

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