Boyf Riends Fanfiction- It Started With A Game (ON HOLD)

Chapter Six

Jeremy's P.O.V.

I knocked on the door to Michael's house and it was opened by one of his moms, who told me he was up in his room because he said he had eaten a lot at Christine's.

That's weird, he didn't eat anything at all.

I just thanked her and went to his room and knocked on the door.

"What's up mo- oh..." He looked almost scared of me. "H-hey J-Jeremy..."

"Hey Michael. I wanted to talk to you about earlier." I was extremely fidgety. Michael let me in and shut the door. He sat on his bed and I went and sat beside him.

"Okay, listen," he started, "I-I'm really, really sorry, I don't know why I did that. I know it was stupid and I shouldn't have, and I know you wouldn't like me like that, and-"

I couldn't let him keep rambling like that, so I kissed him. I pulled away and looked at him, his face frozen in shock. I smiled, holding in laughter.

Michael's P.O.V.

Jeremy pulled away from me.

Did he just kiss me?!

"I.... you..." I had no idea what to say at that point, and I could tell Jeremy was holding back laughter.

"I like you, Michael. A lot. I didn't really notice until this afternoon, but... I do."

My face had to have been redder than red, and his wasn't much better. I was smiling so much my face hurt. "So... will you be my boyf riend, Jer?"

He smiled brightly, "Of course."

I leaned over and kissed him again, but this time, he kissed me back. I was so happy. When we pulled away, I fixed my hair, and looked into his eyes.

I love those beautiful eyes.

But then his face turned to one of surprise and worry. I looked at him confused, but when I followed his gaze to my arm, I quickly pulled down my hoodie sleeve. It was too late, he saw it.

He looked up at me, "Michael? Please show me your arm..."

I sighed and put my arm out, which he took hold of and rolled up my sleeve.

"Why did you start again?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper. The way he asked that question twisted my heart and I felt so guilty. I dropped my gaze to my lap, my eyes brimming with tears.

I just can't stop hurting people.

I felt my breathing begin to quicken again.

What if he leaves me because of this? I bet he's so disgusted by me. We just got together, and I'm already gonna drive him away!

"Hey, hey." Jeremy's voice shook me out of my thoughts. I hadn't even realized I had started crying.

I'm so weak.

"It's okay." He pulled my sleeve back down and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into the embrace, crying softly.

"I'm sorry..."

"It's alright. I'm not upset with you. You know that right?" I nodded weakly. "Please don't hurt yourself again, Michael. Please get a hold of me or someone else. Even if you don't want it talk about what's going on, if you just need a distraction, I'm here for you." I just nodded again.

We sat there like that for a while, neither of us knew how long, but neither of us cared. When I had more composure, Jeremy asked, "Michael? When was the last time you ate something?"

I cringed. "...Th-three days ago..."

"Why haven't you eaten?"

"Because I'm fat and ugly..." I whispered, honestly not meaning for him to hear me, but he was close to me, so he did.

"No you are not! You are amazing and beautiful, and you shouldn't think anything else!" He pressed a kiss to my forehead and hugged me tighter. "Please will you eat something?"

I sighed; how could I say no? I nodded and we went downstairs.

"D-do you think..." I trailed off, wondering if I should ask.

"What?"

"Do you think you could stay over tonight? You could borrow a t-shirt and shorts or something. If you'd rather not, that's okay too, just... Yeah."

He smiled, "Of course! I'll just let my dad know real quick!"

After he got the okay from his dad, and I gave my moms a heads up, we went to the kitchen and shared what they left in the fridge for me, which was plenty for the both of us.

When we were done eating, we played some video games, and then collapsed onto my bed. We cuddled until we fell asleep. I smiled as I looked at the sleeping Jeremy.

Adorable, I thought and smiled to myself as I drifted off. I really couldn't be more lucky.

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