A Small Change of Heart | Boyf riends BMC |

Chapter 5

I stayed in my room with the door locked, screaming into my pillow. 'What the fuck was I thinking?!' I sigh and sit up, hearing my phone vibrate on the side table, it reads 'Player 1' I don't pick up because I'm scared, I throw my phone and it hits the wall but nonetheless it's not broken.

I tear up knowing I couldn't explain myself, I'm such an idiot!  A couple minutes later I hear knocking on my front door, I don't wanna get up from my bed and assume my dad got the door cause the knocking stopped.

"BITCH-" Michael busts through my door, I jump up "aaAAAAAAA-" i screetch and almost fall off my bed. "MICHAEL WHAT THE HELL?!-'

He closes the door and sighs "Jeremy-" I cut him off, "I'm sorry you probably hate me-" I say quickly. He sits next to me on my bed and we avoid making eye contact. "Jeremy...why would I hate you? You're my best bud, I forgive you..." Hearing those words makes me feel better, yet it's piercing through me like I'm a piece of nothing.

"I...I don't know what came over me I...." Michael tries to make eye contact but we can't seem to get our eyes to meet, I notice Michael look away so I look over to him...I want to kiss him again but...I can't...

Michael sighs "Soo...." I join in, "soooooo..." He starts to giggle a bit, my face heats up and I snicker. Michael looks at me "you know....for someone who's straight you're a good kisser~" he continues to snicker,

"mIchAEl-" I practically scream, his snickers turn into laughter and his smile just seems to get wider. Blush spreads across his face and I sigh, "Michael I'm not straight..-" he looks over and gasps "I KNEW IT YOU'RE GAY AHA! I KNEW YOU WERE TO HOT TO BE STRAIGHT!?-" he practically jumps off the bed, snickering and laughing. "No..I'm Bisexual- WAIT WHAT-"

Michael snickers "I said nothinggg!!~" I blush alot and brush it off, "anyway...since you're here... wanna play some video games?" I practically mumble under my breath. "Sure!" He says excitedly. He plops the game into the system and starts it up.

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We noticed that we've been playing for a couple hours, "Jer...what time is...it?" He yawns, I pull out my phone "uh...1 am-" I feel a heavy weight on my shoulder, I look down at my shoulder and notice Michael asleep.
I blush and sigh as a cheesy grin spreads across my dull face. I kiss his forehead and drag him to the end since I can't pick him up, I try my best and it seems he's on the bed.
I climb into my bed aswell laying next to Michael, like we used to when we were little. I start to doze off while thinking of him.

I wake up about...mm maybe about an hour or so. I check the clock on my desk '2:35 AM' I try to get up to get a glass of water but I feel like I'm being tugged on, I tilt my head sideways to look over my shoulder, Michael's arms are around me and he's hugging me close!
I panic, this never happened before, 'did he wake up and cuddle me? Does he always cuddle everything? Fuck! What do I do?!'  I stay still, his body warmth spreads around me, I feel dizzy, I fall asleep.

I wake up and feel Michael's breath on my neck, I blush and look over "M...michaa...?-" he opens his eyes "mmm..." It seems he doesn't wanna wake up "so...warmmmm" he slurs. I blush and try to push him away, he opens his eyes finally and noticed his arms around me, he blushes and then puts his head into my shoulder "you're warm." I blush and snicker slightly, "we should get up.."

"I don't wannnnaaa >:(" he pulls me closer, "snuggle with me bitch." I turn over towards him "fffinnneee" we snuggle with eachother, he's obviously the big spoon by a couple of inches. Our faces are close, our mouths both slightly open, I'm tempted but I don't. Michael finally pulls away and we get up. My pale face is as red as his fucking sweatshirt.

Michael starts snickering and giggling, he has an idea or something on his mind. it's about 9 am, he grabs my hand and we walk to his house, fingers intertwined.

We go to his backyard, my eyes are set on Michael but Michael is looking up and he lets go of my hand then he has a cheesy grin on his face, he climbs the ladder up to the treehouse, I follow behind him.
"Woah..! Remember when it was winter and we slept in the treehouse and your mom was furious?" I laugh and Michael starts laughing "yeah, I remember" he slurred.

We scavenge around though old boxes and pull out some pictures and old action figures. I stare at Michael, 'god I love that smile..'