Squipped - Boyf Riends

Jeremy?

A/n:

I recommend re reading the first few chapters if you found this book early on before the last two chapters, cuz I added in some new stuff in there. These chapters will make more sense if ya do~

If not then lmao no worries, but I really do recommend it <3

Anyways, y'all got real triggered with the cliffhanger, so here :)))

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It's...it's nice to see you too, Micha..."

Michael froze. He didn't realize how similar Jeremy and...well, Jeremy were.

"So uh...you look...nice..." Jeremy said, gesturing to Michaels new clothes and his glasses-less face.

Michaels eyes hardened. Jeremy wasn't about to walk back into his life like he didn't just make him waste all of his allowance on a stupid supercomputer bossing him around for a while, and expect him to welcome him with open arms.

"What do you want" Michael retorted. Jeremy averted his gaze.

"Y-yeah I kinda deserved that..." Jeremy mused. Michael raised an eyebrow. "Why are you talking to me? Aren't I too 'uncool' for you and your stupid fuckboy friends?"

Michaels words hurt even himself, but he couldn't help the words flying out of his mouth. It just...did. Jeremy winced.

"That right Michael...dont let him be your 'buddy' again. He's only talking to you because your gaining popularity." His squip said, reappearing beside the real Jeremy.

It was shocking how similar the two resembled-the only difference being his squid looking like the nerdy Jeremy he knew and loved, and the real one sporting a Eminem shirt and ripped jeans.

Jeremy opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. Michael didn't let his cold gaze falter.

"My...my squip is deactivated right now..." Jeremy mumbled out.

"He's lying through his teeth Michael-there's no way he could of deactivated his squip~ go ahead, ask him how,"

Michael scoffed. "Tch. How'd you turn it off then?"

Jeremy started fumbling around in his backpack, then pulled out a water bottle filled with alcohol. "I-i drank enough to turn it off,"

Squip Jeremy rolled its eyes. "Whatever...what does he want to say."

"Fine. What do you want Jeremy" Michael said. He realized that he's been calling him nicknames like "jere" or "jerebear" ever since he met him, and he rarely called him by his actual name.

Huh. Weird.

"I-I just wanted to say that I'm sorry"

Michaels eyes widened. "I...I wasn't thinking straight when we were at the party and-"

"Do you know what happened after the party, Jere?"

Jeremy finally looked up, to see Michael, tears pricking at his furrowed eyes.

"...w-what happened..?"

"I had a panic attack." Michael chuckled, whipping his head back and running his hand through his hair. "I couldn't breathe. I couldn't stand. I couldn't do anything but cry my fucking eyes out." Michael said, his voice wavering. Jeremys faces held visible concern as he reached out to touch Michaels shoulders.