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

Chapter Seven

A/N- This is practically just a complete fluff chapter, so... Yeah. Enjoy :p

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Michael's P.O.V

I sat up and stretched, yawning. I looked beside me to see Jeremy... My boyf riend, sitting right next to me. I put my glasses on so that I could see, and I glanced over at my backpack across the room and read the word 'riends' written on it. I chuckled lightly and stood up carefully, so as not to wake Jeremy. I grabbed my headphones off my dresser and put them around my neck.

I remember when Rich put that on our backpacks. Jeremy was not happy, which I could understand. It was someone who was bullying him and making fun of us for, at the time, just being friends... But it still hurt. He seemed to find the idea of us together ridiculous, or worse, and then there was him fawning over Christine.

But, we're together now and that's what matters. I smiled softly, looking back into the room to see Jeremy once more before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast. I put my headphones on and listened to music as I made some scrambled eggs and bacon. Not super fancy or anything, but it's food, and.... Bacon.

Jeremy's P.O.V.

I groaned and stretched and when my hand didn't bump into Michael, who had previously been laying next to me, I realized I was alone. I sat up and looked around. I noticed his headphones were gone from the dresser. He always kept them on when they weren't on him, so I stood up and headed towards the door, yawning.

I walked into the kitchen, expecting Michael to be at the table shoveling cereal into his face, but I smelled bacon as I turned the corner. I smiled widely at the sight before me.

Michael had his headphones on, so he wasn't even aware I had come into the room. He was dancing around, and I couldn't help but think of how adorable he was. I quietly walked over to the kitchen table and sat down, wondering how long it would take for him to notice I was Heere. He continued to make eggs and bacon while mouthing the words to whatever he was listening to and dancing around a small space of the kitchen, never turning towards me. I rested my elbow on the table and put my chin in my hand.

When he had finished making the food and dumped it onto two plates, he pulled his headphones down around his neck and grabbed the plates, turning around. He almost dropped the plates when he saw me, and I burst out laughing. I grabbed one of the plates from his hand and set it on the table in front of me.

"Jeremy, you scared the crap out of me!" He chuckled, "I didn't realize you were up."

I grinned, "I gathered that part."

He shoved my shoulder playfully and sat down beside me. "Y'know, you may have been charged with crimes against humanity if you made me drop my bacon."

"Hey," I laughed, "I didn't make you drop your bacon!"

"It was too close of a call!"

We spent the rest of breakfast shoving food in our face and being dumb, (and Michael being petty).

Michael was going to drive me over to my house after breakfast to get my stuff, since I was already spending that night with him as well.

"By the end of this weekend you're going to be so tired of me," I told him, laughing.

"I could never get tired of you!" He promised, looking up from his plate. He had a mouthful of eggs. Charming.

I couldn't not laugh at him, "Ew, gross, swallow your food before you start talking."

He swallowed his food and repeated, "I could never get tired of you."

I rolled my eyes playfully, but smiled, "We'll see."

"Yes, we will," he responded, putting both of our empty plates in the sink, "We will see that I speak nothing but the truth! ... Currently! ... About this topic!"

"C'mon," I giggled slightly, "let's go get my stuff so we can come back and try finishing level nine for once!"

He nodded and we made our way to his PT Cruiser.

This was going to be a good weekend.

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