Michael's vision blurred. Fuck, this was a bad headache. He stumbled into the basement, hardly noticing the ever-present smell of getting way too high with Jeremy. Good times. They always got a bit... touch...y ... when they were like that. He searched his school backpack, he always had something in there. Once he found the tiny medicine bottle, he took around five. Definitely not healthy but it would get the job done. And so he just laid on the cold hard ground, waiting for the headache to cease.
Two minutes later, Jeremy walked in with two bowls tucked in his arm, a bag of cereal in between his teeth and his scrawny arms slightly struggling to carry the gallon of milk. He hadn't bothered trying to find his own pants, opting for a pair of Michael's low-hanging sweatpants instead. Noticing Michael, just laying there, he quickly put all the stuff down on the nearest flat surface and rushed to his side. Concern was written across his face as he put his hands on Michaels forehead to see if he had a fever. Indeed, he was burning up.
(A/N sorry this ones so short lol)
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Bond (boyf riends)
Fanfiction"You like him," squid-shit said. "Of COURSE I like him, idiot. He's my best friend." The SQUIP is gone but is the only one acknowledging the obvious "bond" between the boys. I mean, they're just rebuilding, right? Right. A very gay, very bad, fanfic...
