Boyf Riends
Michael's POV
Post SQUIP
Sunday 9:57am
I wake up thanks to the bright white sun nearly burning a hole in my left eyelid. I go to roll onto my back, but there is a long and skinny arm around my torso that is preventing me from doing so.
What the fuck!?
I trace the arm up to the owner's face and I quickly realize that I'm not wearing my glasses. All I can see is brown hair and even that's a blur. I could either wait for this mysterious person so move or I can risk waking them up by looking for my glasses. I decide to go for the latter as I start to turn my body. I think I see the blurred image of my glasses on the nightstand. I start to reach for them but freeze when I feel the person shift. As soon as their body relaxes again, I continue to stretch my arm out for my glasses. Eventually, I get them and immediately put them on. I take a look around the room and realize that I'm probably in one of Jake's guest rooms.
Wait...
Okay, I still have all my clothes on. Phew.
After that mini heart attack, it finally occurs to me that I should figure out who I woke up next to. With some hesitation, I turn my head and examine the person next to me.
It's Jeremy.
As I said before, what the fuck!?
All of a sudden, memories from last come fill my head, but they're all in broken pieces. I try to put them all together but I just seem to be missing key points of the night. Especially the points that led to me and Jeremy cuddled up in a bed. I didn't even want to come to this party in the first place...
Saturday 5:49pm
"C'mon, Michael. It's only one party! I promise that if you go to this one I won't ask you to go to another one."
"Jeremy you know how awkward I get around these people," I whined. Although I had been sorta friends with the popular people for a couple months, I still didn't feel completely comfortable around them. "Do they even want me there?"
"Of course they do! Jake begged me to ask you to come. They really like you, dude." Jeremy put his hand on my shoulder reassuringly. "Plus, you can drink if you want to."
"But I would have to drive you home...?"
"No need to worry about that. Jake said we could stay the night. Please, Micha, let's have a fun night, let loose." Not only did he play the Micha card, but he also did a weird shimmy that made me laugh.
"Okay fine, I'll go."
Sunday 10:05am
I lift Jeremy's arm off of me, carefully so he doesn't wake up, and get out of the bed. I stretch a bit as I walk into the bathroom conveniently attached to the bedroom. After I do my business, I walk over to the sink and wash my hands. I look at my reflection and almost jump at the small bruise on my neck. Someone must have thrown something at me because there is no way I legitimately got a hickey!
Saturday 11:20pm
Chloe, Brooke, and I had briefly separated ourselves from the rest of the party to engage in some form of 'Girl Talk'.
"Wait so you're like really a virgin?" Chloe asked, her words slightly slurred. I nodded, taking the last swing of my third drink (or was it my fourth... or fifth?).
"But you've, like, had your first kiss though, right? Like you've been kissed before that game?" Brooke looked at me with a funny look, she seemed almost afraid of my answer.
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BMC One Shots and Shorts
FanfictionA collection of One Shots and Shorts based on the characters from the musical Be More Chill. I will be trying my best to write as many of the ships as I can both platonically and romantically. Requests are always open!
