Musical One-Shots

Jeremy x Reader // Loser

"Sup?" I said, letting go of his arm and sinking back into the tub

"Michael? I didn't know you were invited to this party." He looked surprised. Really? Not even a "hey, sorry for ditching you."

"I wasn't. Which is why I'm wearing... this clever disguise!" I remarked sarcastically, rolling my eyes and gesturing to the mess of tin cans I was wearing.

Jeremy just stared at me like I was crazy.

"You're speechless. Squip got your tongue?" I sassed, getting more and more upset.

"It's... off." He said, almost apologetically, but not quite.

"That would explain why you're talking to me. I've been thinking about this moment." I got out of the tub and slipped off the 'clever disguise'.

"What would I say to you? I had this really pissed off monologue, an epic journey through twelve years of friendship..." I started to pace, picking at my sleeve.

"What?" I noticed he was staring at me with a weird smile on his face and all I wanted to do that that moment was run into his arms and cry. But I didn't.

"It's just really good to see you, man." He sighed, giving me a half heated smile and running a hand through his chestnut brown hair.

"It won't be. Once you hear what I found out." I said, darkening the mood.

"Found out?"

"About..." I tapped my head.

"How? There's nothing on the Internet..."

"Which is weird, right? I mean, what's not on the Internet?" I laughed a quiet maniac laugh, stopping my pacing in front of Jeremy.

"So I started asking around. Finally, this guy I play Warcraft with told me his brother went from a straight-D student to a freshman at Harvard.
You know where he is now?"

"Really happy and successful?" Jeremy guessed.

"He's in a mental hospital. Totally lost it." I sighed, exasperated.

"I don't see what that has to do with-" I cut him off.

"Think, man! We're talking an insanely powerful supercomputer. You really think its primary function is to get you laid?" I paced again, running a hand through my H/L H/C hair.

"Who made them? How did they end up in a high school? In New Jersey? Of all possible applications for such mind-blowingly advanced technology, you ever wonder what it's doing inside YOU?"

"And I thought Chloe was jealous.." he rolled his eyes.

"I'm honestly asking!" I yelled. Couldn't he understand why I'm doing this?

"Really? Because I think you're pissed I have one and you don't!" He snapped, annoyed now.

"Come on-" I started.

"Maybe I got lucky, is that so weird?" He shouted, "With my history, I'd say the universe owed me one." He was angry now.

"And I don't know about your brother's friend's whatever, but if you're telling me his Squip made
him crazy —"

"His Squip didn't make him crazy." I stated in a quiet tone.

"Well there you go, then —"

"He went crazy trying to get it out!" I yelled, tears threatening to spill.

"Then I've got nothing to worry about. Why would I want that?" He wrapped up our conversation.

"Come on, man, move it." He sighed, obviously annoyed at me.

"Or you'll what?" I challenged.

"Get out of my way." He wasn't done. I could tell.
"Loser."

That was all it took. He shoved past me and there was a minute of silence.

"I am hanging in a bathroom..."

Yo! Two chapters in less than 6 hours? wOaH- ANYWAYS! This one was requested by @YeetStudios and yes. These are all lines from the play. Feel free to request some more.

-Salty Potato