Boyf Riends being gay (boyf riends oneshots)

The first date

It was settled. Today was the day that Micheal and Jeremy were going to have their first date. When the group found that the two long shipped boys were finally dating the group prepared the place, date, menu, and even what songs will play on the back. All that in less than half an hour.

Micheal was the first one that start getting prepared, but his phone started playing one of his favorite songs. And he always had to sing along. And the song that came next to that one. And also the next one. And the next one. And that's how he spent at least one hour before the date dancing and singing instead of actually getting dressed, slowly convincing himself that he could just go with his usual hoodie.

Suddenly in the middle of the happy and animated beat of the song he was listening his mom Sheyla knocked the door. Micheal sat quickly in his bed pretending he wasn't dancing and jumping around the room, although Sheyla knew perfectly that he was.

"Micheal, darling, you said today you had a date, right?"

"Yes..." Responded the boy a bit uncertain for no reason in concrete.

"And you are gay, right, son?"

"Pff, yes, how can you even doubt about it." He smirked replaying securely.

"Well, there's two girls asking if you're here in the front door so I wondered why."

"What?"

Micheal got up from his bed and raced to the main door and saw the familiar blonde and brown long perfectly braided hairs. Chloe was having a lively conversation with Victoria so Brooke was the first one to notice the tan boy in the stairs. She smiled and waved a little.

"Hi, Micha."

"Hey, your friends came here to help you" Victoria stopped her conversation and walked to Micheal. Than he gave him a little pat on the shoulder and left him to go downstairs with Sheyla.

"Why are you still in your hoodie?!" Chloe stepped inside the house walking to where Micheal was standing still, and grabbing him roughly by the hoodie sleeve analyzing it thoughtfully. Just by the way she looked at the poor piece of cloth you could say that it disappointed her.

"I thought i could just go in my hoodie-"

"No way!" She shouted indignified. Than she clapped her hands together twice like if she was calling a dog. "Jake! C'mon get in you're sooo slow." That was the first moment Micheal noticed the tall boy buried in closed boxes and bags that seem to contain make-up and clothes. With so many bags you could even think that the bags were carrying the boy.

"Anything to win Rich on bet..." He murmured through his teeth, clearly suffering for the weight he was moving inside of the house. Once he was inside Brooke closed the door behind him.

"The bet? With Rich? What? Wait does this mean Rich is with Jere right now?"

"Not only Rich-" He smirked leaving some boxes and bags on the ground and getting relived by the loss of weight.

"Well no one cares! We have SO many thing to do to fix this..." Cut Chloe moving her hands toward Micheal to clarify that with 'this' she ment him. "So we better stop all this foolish chatter. "

"Yeah, the important things, where is the mascara and the hair iron?" Asked Brooke already searching in the boxes that Jake brought.

"Hell no." Micheal try to say no, but, obviously the will of two girls and a boy who is willing to win a bet was way stronger than his.

"Mell yes!"

In the meantime Jeremy was in front of his mirror stressing over every little centimeter of the skin in his face. The table besides him was full of hairbrushes, a bottle of deodorant, a pack of gum and box with different necklaces and bracelet, that he wasn't sure if he should wear. His mind was full of doubt and uncertainty. Was he attractive enough for Micheal? Clearly not. That was the response his self-esteem gave him.