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boyf riends - fateful night

Michael's PoV
I was happy. I was. At least if you hear the story. I'm always the happy guy, supporting his best friend with getting popular and with his crush.

But in the stories, noone talks about the times I hid in the bathroom during lunch because I couldn't deal with him, talking about christine. Noone talks about the times I sat in my basement by myself, wishing he could feel the same for me. Noone talks about the nervous breakdowns in the middle of the night. Noone talks about the times, I curled up, hugging my blanket, because I had noone to be close with. Noone talks about the loneliness deep inside of me.

It was one of those nights. 3:24 am. I was awake. I didn't cry. It was not like that. I just sat in my bed, staring into space and trying to not let the thoughts affect me. They did. But I wouldn't admit it.

This night was different from the last ones though. Because my phone rang. I didn't even realize at first, since my mind was in another place. But somehow I got back to reality and picked up without looking, who it was.

Someone cried on the other line. It was Jeremy. "Micha can you pick me up?", he asked quietly. "Uh, pick you up? Where are you?", I asked, confused why he would call me, not even his dad at 3:30 am to be picked up. "I'm at christine's. I can explain later but-", he said, "please pick me up"

I was there 20 minutes later. Christine opened the door and slid though it. She came to my car and knocked against my window. I just came out to her, where she already started to explain: "we wanted to have a sleepover, you know? I thought, that's just what friends do. So we did what people do at sleepovers, you know? We watched mulan, made facemasks and went to sleep. But then I woke up, because he yelled for you, so I tried calming him down. But he continued, so called you and... you know the rest of the story." Christine grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside. "I don't know what's wrong but he really needs you. He's also probably sleeping, maybe don't wake him"

Jeremy slept all the way to his home. I realized, that he had no keys with him and didn't want to wake mr. Heere at nearly 4am, so I took him to my home. When I wanted to get him off the car, he woke up. "Michael?", he said. "Last time I checked I was", I joked, "let's get inside." So we walked in, to my room, where we fell onto the bed.

"I'm so sorry", he whispered. "I was already awake so it's fine", I replied and shrugged my shoulders. "No, I mean- I mean yeah but- sorry for everything. I hurt you and i don't know how. And i want to fix it", he rambled. He didn't look into my eyes the whole time. "What, you didn't", I said. It wasn't his fault. He didn't know I liked him. He shouldn't be responsible for my stupid crush on him and that he liked christine instead. "Stop that. I know how you're hiding in the bathrooms during lunch. I see, how you're sleeping less. I notice, how you won't look into my eyes, when i start talking about-" He stopped. The realization seemed to hit him, right into his face. "Christine? Is that what you are trying to say. How I won't look at you while you talk about how sweet and amazing and perfect and wonderful she is?", I laughed sarcastically, "yeah, I guess you get it now. Sorry for freaking you out." "You like me" It wasn't a question. He didn't  wonder if I liked him. He knew I did. "Surprisee!"

I didn't dare to look into his face, seeing how weirded out and disgusted he was. I waited for some comment about him, not wanting to talk to me again. But it didn't come. Instead he put his hand softly on mine. "You could have told me, Michael", he said. I didn't answer. With a concerned look I saw, how he gave me an understanding gaze. "Don't worry that much, micha. It's fine. I might even like you back." Now he had my full attention. I stared at him, while he put his hand on my cheek. "You are so beautiful. How could I not?", he whispered into my ear and kissed me.  I was taken aback but slowly kissed him back. What started with a soft kiss turned into us cuddling under my blanket and slowly drifting off.