BMC Reacts to Revival BMC!! {{SEQUEL}} - DISCONTINUED

~Intermission~ {Not Good Enough}

There's going to be quite a few Intermission Chapters, so strap in guys!! They're all gonna be angsty, so fair warning-

~Ash

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"Well, looks like that was a little bit too much to handle for their weak relationship"

Rich turns and shoots a glare at the SQUIP, wishing he could just get it out of there for at least five minutes. It's bad enough that it is there, let alone that it's making sassy and downright rude and mean-spirited comments still.

The SQUIP, sensing that it wasn't wanted, sighs and disappears, wishing to wait out all of the stupid human drama that was going on. It was only fun when he actually got to mess with it.

Christine opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. She looks on the verge of tears, unable to generate a single word to help the situation and get her friends to stop hurting. All she wants to do is help her friends, and when she can't do that, she just feels so useless and awful. She lets a few tears fall before covering her face, not wanting to make everything about her. She felt like she'd done that enough anyway.

Jenna wraps her arm around Christine, attempting to comfort her. Even she didn't know what to say to make her feel better.

Everyone stayed silent until Jeremy broke the silence.

"M-Michael... Pl-please... I didn't mean t-t-to.. I was..." 

Michael interrupts him, "Stop! J-just stop! I don't w-wanna hear your excuses. You blamed me for something I couldn't control..... It's not my fault I wasn't good enough for you!"

Michael raising his voice made the whole room go uncomfortably silent. It was a pressing silence, full of tension, anger, guilt, sadness, and resentment. Jeremy sobs silently, completely unable to say anything. The guilt pressed on him so hard, the only thoughts he had were extremely oppressive, dark, and self-loathing.

It's all my fault. I hurt him. I made him feel like he's nothing, I'm the reason for everything he's had to go through. I'm the worst friend. I'm the worst boyfriend. I shouldn't have abandoned him. The only thing I'd do right now is get rid of myself. Thoughts like this ring through Jeremy's head, and he can't help himself as he stands up and runs to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. He didn't want to hurt Michael more with his pitiful tears and mere presence.

Quickly, Rich stands up and goes over to Michael, giving him a tight hug. He knows that he had nothing to say to help the situation, but he hoped his hug would at least help Michael in some way. He couldn't keep being the useless bystander all the time. At least he could try. That was more than he used to do. That was more than he used to be able to do.

Brooke reaches out towards Michael, putting a comforting hand on his leg. She looks up at his tear-covered red face and gives him a look of sympathy. "Michael," she speaks, trying to keep her tone sweet and comforting. "You know you're definitely good enough for Jeremy. You're an amazing person, and he was just-"

He cuts her off, pushing Rich off of him. "No, don't you justify what he did. He said we were always going to be a team. He said that the SQUIP just pressured him into abandoning me. He lied, Brooke! He lied to me, he lied to you, he lied to EVERYONE-! HE STILL LIES TO ME! HE STILL THOUGHT I WAS A BURDEN! THAT I WAS HOLDING HIM BACK! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE THAT?!?!"

Rich quickly backs away and hides behind the couch as Michael yelled. The yelling was all to familiar to him, and his reaction was all a product of all the other times people yelled around him. The outcome was never good when people yelled.

Michael covers his mouth. He didn't mean to yell at Brooke, it was just so hard to hold all his emotions together. "I-I-I- I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean to yell...." he stammers.

He stands up and retreats upstairs into one of the bedrooms on the third floor. He couldn't stay in the room with his friends. He just didn't understand how they couldn't see what he saw. How they could justify Jeremy, the person who claimed to love him the most, was still treating him like garbage. And how easy it was to just decide to cast him away. He's heard too much of that from other people to be able to withstand more of it from his own boyfriend... no... from Jeremy. 

Rich stays behind the couch, feeling the similar wave of adrenaline he always gets when someone yells. That extra boost usually came in handy for running and hiding, but now it was just there for no reason. He slowly peeks up, noticing finally that Michael had left.

Jake, shaking from the heavy emotional air and tension, speaks up, "What do we do n-now...? Who do we go help...? Who??"

All the reply that Chloe could muster was a simple: "I don't know-"

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Current state: wanting to cuddle my boyfriend-

Oh yes, and I'm super angsty and trying to write ahead so I can post chapters everyday even if I'm not working every day.

also, my bootleg I was using for the script may or may not have been deleted so I'm on panic mode trying to find another version of it to keep usinggggg-