Love Bites // Be More Chill // .:Boyf Riends:.

Mistakes

TW: Swearing

[Michael POV]

Most people say that smoking weed is bad, is it really though? Are there any health problems that are linked to smoking weed? (I'm pretty sure there are, Michael) He lit one and put it to his lips. He took a deep breath and held it. Soon, he let it out. The smoke floated around the room and lazily made it's way to the open window. Michael turned on some music and got a bag of chips from the kitchen. He flopped onto the couch.

I hope Jeremy's ok.

He gaze landed on the bat plushie, which had been carelessly tossed onto the floor. Probably fell off when Jeremy left so suddenly. Michael picked it up, feeling it soft fur. It's face stuck in it's constant OwO. The big white eyes stared back at Michael. He set it down and gazed out the window. He saw a young girl with dark blue hair. Just your average skater punk.

[Jeremy POV]

He needed to start running. Before he knew it, he was bolting towards home. Quickly, he tried to run across the street. Jeremy tripped and fell onto the road. He tore up both of his knees but he was still on an adrenaline rush so he barely felt anything. Only one goal was set in his mind.

Run.

Get home.

Make it back to Michael.

He got up and ran across the road, dodging cars. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. His breathing grew panicked and ragged.

Don't look behind you.

Don't look behind you.

DON'T LOOK BEHIND YOU.

Why did he look behind him? What did he expect to see? There she was. Across the street. The one person that he was running from.

He had been running for so long. For years. He was close to giving up. Letting them find him. Letting them take his life away. Then he met him. The one boy that he needed to live for. The one boy that changed his mind.

Soon, he was in front of the apartment building. He stood there, trying to catch his breath. Jeremy had lost sight of the girl. He knew that she could be anywhere.

[Michael POV]

It had been about 20 minutes since Jeremy left. The smoke from the weed had already stung his eyes to hell and back.... is that the correct way to use that term? Suddenly, Michael heard loud footsteps in the hallway.

All he heard was something slamming against the door to his apartment. The slamming was followed by scratching and then a soft thump.

"Let me in.." A voice whimpered from behind the door. The voice began sobbing quietly. Michael rushed over to the door. It was Jeremy. He sat there, leaning against he door frame. The bottom of his shirt was torn. The knees of his jeans were ripped open. Jeremy's knees were covered in blood and gashes. His hair was messy and his jacket was dirty. Michael kneeled down in front of Jeremy.

"Jeremy, what happened?" He asked as he helped Jeremy up. Jeremy winced in pain as he tried to stand. He wiped tears away with his sleeve. His breathing was uneven. It was clear that he had been running from something.

"The hunter... He found me... He chased me.." Jeremy said between gasps. "I tried to run but I tripped." His eyes were glazed over in fear. Jeremy grabbed onto Michael's hoodie in an effort to steady himself. Michael helped him onto the kitchen counter and quickly went to go grab a first aid kit. He tried to clean of Jeremy's wounds with a wet washcloth. Every time the washcloth came in contact with the wound, Jeremy would hiss a little in pain.

"Hey it's ok. Just breathe." Michael held Jeremy's hand. He did notice Jeremy face turn red a little. Maybe that means he stood a chance.

No! Don't say that! This is make sure your friend is going to be ok, not try and make out with him! Just say some comforting things and forget about it.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here." Michael finished wrapping up Jeremy's knees. His eyes were red and puffy from crying. Fear was replaced by exhaustion. Jeremy slumped forward and buried his head into Michael's shoulder.

"Thank you." He whispered. Michael wrapped his arms around him.

"No problem, Jere." Jeremy looked up.

"Is it just me or does the place smell weird?"

Fuck.

"Uhh.." Michael, half baked at the moment, didn't know how to respond.

"No, it kinda does. Are you cooking something?" Jeremy's innocent vampire mind didn't know what was happening.

"It's weed." Michael blurted out.

Why the hell would you say that? How do you explain weed to a vampire who's too pure for this world?

"Oh. That makes sense."

Wait. He knows what weed is?

"Do you want some?"

WHY IN THE EVERLOVING FUCK WOULD YOU SAY THAT MICHAEL MELL?!

"I guess...?"

WHAT?!

"Oh. I-I didn't expect you to say yes.." Michael turned to the bag in the living room. Jeremy giggled a little.

"I know more about human culture than you think." He winked. Was that supposed to be sexual?

Michael, stop being gay for 3 seconds.

After preparing one, he handed it to Jeremy.

"How do I do this again?"

"I thought you said you knew about human culture?"

"Just because I know about something doesn't mean I know how to do it." Jeremy seemed a little more hostile than usual. Was something bothering him? Michael tried to let it go.

"Ok... uh..so you have to inhale it and then hold your breath for a little bit, and then you breathe out." Michael demonstrated. Jeremy nodded and tried it. He immediately started coughing.

"I think-" he coughed some more "I still need some practice." Jeremy laughed a little through his coughing. Michael could help but laugh too. After a while Jeremy did get the hang of it. They spent the rest of the night laying on the floor, looking up at the dirty apartment ceiling, talking. They laughed at each other's stupid jokes and tried to watch a documentary, but doing that high isn't always a good idea.

It was a great night.

Until...

[Jeremy POV]

Everything was going great.

Until he said those words.

He didn't mean to say them.

They just... slipped out.

"Wh- What?" Michael sat there, staring at him. It was heard to read Michael's expression. Partly because Jeremy's eyes were clouded with tears.

I didn't mean to say it.

I didn't mean to say those stupid three words.

I didn't mean to say "I love you."

A/N

[Unedited so sorry if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes]

Thanks for reading this chapter! I'm back from Vietnam and school starts in a few days for me so updates might become even slower now, sorry. I hope you guys enjoy and stick around for the next chapter

~Space Boy