It's Not Her //Boyf Reinds//

Chapter Three

   Flashes of light and the sound of furious clicking was all that could be heard in the Heere household, along with the shouts of two teenage boys.
" So," Jeremy started, half paying attention to their favorite game, " what do you think?"

Michael side glanced his best friend.
" He's scamming you, he's scamming you super weirdly."

" But what if he's not? I only have to give the guy who tor...ments me... six... hundred..." Jeremy looked at Michael, who was nodding. " He's totally scamming me."

His friend gave him a knowing glance, patting his shoulder.
" That's it! I'm doomed to be a loser 'till the end of time! Actually, probably then too!"

Michael elbowed him, pouting.
" Dude, you are coolor than a vintage cassette, it's just that no one else but me thinks that yet!"
He leaned against Jeremy, who rolled his eyes.

" You're just a nothing in this highschool scheme, but it's no big 'cuz you and you and I are a team!"

Michael paused the game, earning a whine from the younger boy.
" We like out of print games, retro skates got a pac-man tattoo," he rolled up his sleeve, a pac-man tattoo visible on his arm, surrounded by old scars.

" Nobody heere, appreciates," Jeremy groaned very loudly at the pun," but soon we'll be together when we do...
" 'Cuz guys like us are cool in collage! Highschool may be hell, but we navigate it well!"

Michael and Jeremy smiled, and spoke in unison," we make it a two player game!"
Jeremy put his controller down, looking at the floor.

" As losers we have fought together for years, both Nintendo zombies and our popular peers."

He lifted his head and pointed at the screen. " But now we're stuck on a level and I want to move on!"
Michael beamed at him, placing a hand on his back.

" Just wait two years! 'Cuz guys-"
" Like us, are cool in collage, yes I know!"

They both laughed, unpausing the game. The two teenagers swerved from side to side while yelling, smiles present on their faces. Michael stole glances at the brown haired boy, loving every single moment he spent with his best friend.
His smile turned into a sad one, his heart aching. Jeremy had done so much for him, and he for Jeremy. He was the best thing Michael could ever ask for, he was more than happy with the friendship they had.

But that was a lie.

Michael wanted more. He wanted to be able to hold Jeremy's hand without saying 'no homo', tell him how much he meant to Michael, how much he loved him. He wanted to kiss him and hold him, whisper sweet words to him as he cried in Michael's arms, words of how much Michael loved him.

But he could not.

He was not allowed.

Jeremy wanted Christine; not him.
Michael would be lying if he said he did not fantasize at night what might have been if Jeremy loved him back. He would be lying if he said that he did not cry in the middle of the night, knowing the one thing he wanted, could not be his.
Was it too much to ask for, wanting Jeremy? Wanting the boy who gave him everything? Wanting the boy who made him so happy, smile until it hurt, made the bad thoughts go away, the reason Michael put down the pill bottle when he was on the brink of losing it all?
Was it really... too much to ask for?

" Jeremy!"
Michael made a noise of annoyance, throwing himself to the ground as Jeremy once again paused the game, turning to his pantsless father.

" Dad!" Jeremy exclaimed, " where are your pants?"
Michael heard rustling sounds, as a panicked and surprised," is that a girl? Are you in here with a girl?"