Boyf riends one shots

HNNNNNNG F LUFF (1/?)

This is a rewrite of the smut cuz i hated the pacing
No smut this chapter just gays

I awake to a spam of notifications from my phone. See, i would have ignored them if they werent so damn persistent. I rubbed the tired out of my eyes and lifted my phone a little to see who the hell was texting me at... 3:48am?? Jesus fuck.

I immediately perk up when i see they're all from Jeremy. I unlock my phone frantically, admittedly fucking up a few times before getting it. I see a few messages Jeremy, a few less than i was notified for. He must have deleted a few. I begin reading one message and was interrupted by him deleting it.

Jeremy:
[this message was deleted]
Could you come over please??
Im sorry its so late
Never mind im sorry

Me:
Im on my way over.

I hear another notification and ignore it to get ready. I frantically put on some pants, shoes, and grabbed my phone.

I "sneak" out of the house and pray to chaos that my moms dont hear me. I mean, they would understand but like. I gotta get outta here asap.

~time skip~

As I'm walking I'm thinking, Jeremy never texts this late. Well, he does, just not that.. Desperately. It's usually a "hey! You up?" or a "dude I just had the most FUCKED up dream"

I make my way across the street when i see Jeremy's house. I sneak across the yard and swing over the fence and nearly fall and d i e.

~Jeremy's POV~

I jump when i hear a tap and see a very tired and worried Michael through the window. I frantically scramble to it and open it, scooting out of the way awkwardly.

He stumbles through the window and immediately hugs me. I shakily hug him back and put my head on his shoulder.

"Im sorry" I mumble into his hoodie.

"For what?" Michael answers softly.

I pull away for a moment and put my forehead to his chest and take a deep breath.

"Making you come over here when its so late. I mean you probably didn't want to come over. Im sorry i made you come over, its so late I'm sorry Michael, I'm tired and nervous I'm sorry-"

~Michaels POV~

I move one of my hands through his hair as an attempt to stop his rambling. It works.

"Its fine Jere-Bear." I say gently, messing with his hair. I notice a slight blush on what i can see of his face.

A/N: YALL SAW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

I hear a faint noise from Jeremy.

"Are you okay?" I ask, knowing hes not.

"Yea-yeah i just.." he pauses, i notice his voice cracks more than usual. "I dont know Micha." He breathes out solemnly. "Could i at least sit down before i attempt to explain?"

"Of course jere" I let go of him. He sits down awkwardly and puts a pillow in his lap. I sit next to him, half facing him.

"So...whats wrong?" I ask tenderly. He tenses up a little, and sighs. He lets his head fall onto my shoulder.

"I...I couldn't sleep." He takes a deep breath "I didnt know why but i started feeling all empty and numb and weird. I wanted to scream. I feel so trapped in myself right now-" his voice cracks, he pauses for a moment and continues. "I just dont wanna be here right now" he finishes. I look down and see a steady stream of tears making there was down his face.