Boyf Riends being gay (boyf riends oneshots)

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Jeremy was feeling down. No one, not even him knew why. It was dark, the room was empty and soundless like if wasn't part of anywhere else. That's also how the boy lying in the bed looking at the ceiling felt.

Jeremy wondered if the sadness he was feeling was even real. But, when the knot he felt in his throat started to build tears in the beam of his eyes, making them start streaming down his cheeks, leaving a salty, yet bitter for him, trail he realized how he was actually sad. Really sad for no reason at all. And how you fix a feeling that came from the no where?

He felt like if his chest was filled by water, breath was every time harder and he wasn't able to speak. He felt like his heart had been replaced by a big, heavy weight, that pushed him down against his matress, taking away all his strength to get up, being unable to move a single muscle of his body. He didn't think that move was necessary either. There was no point anyway. He felt like drawing and just wanted to completely sink, from head to toes.

Ring.

Why would someone call him now? Nobody actually cared about him. It was just a phone company or someone who dialed his phone by mistake, Jeremy was sure of that.

Ring.

It's not hanging up... Maybe I should at least check it.

Ring.

But... it's hard to move. His body felt nailed to the mattress.

Ring.

"C'mon, just move you lazy shit" He told himself.

Ring.

It's- It's Micheal.

Jeremy picked up after checking up how was his Boyf Riend is the one calling.

"Jere! How are you, dude?" Chirped the energetic boy through the phone. A curious thing about their relationship is that they still used terms like "bro, dude, pal, etc" even while dating. And the funniest part about it is how people bemused when they did that and often asked: "But you two are boyfriends or just friends?" And they just looked at each other for a few seconds, completely stoned faces and answered both. Then they just raced holding hands to someplace.

"I'm fine of course I'm fine, why you asking bro?" Jeremy did his best to sound cheerful... but still his voice came more like weepful. 

"You sure? You didn't seem quite alright today at lunch... and... I wanted to know if you're alright... Are you for real?" Jeremy heard a slightly loud noise in the back like a little slam so he decided to ask.

"Yeah, yeah, for real... Hey, what was that sound? Am I the only one that heard that?"While Jeremy was talking another slam was heard, a bit louder this time. Also Micheal seemed to slightly lose track on the conversation. Was Micheal losing his interest in Jeremy? He wouldn't blame him for that. Micheal asked the other now sad boy if he was at home and what was he doing. Those were normal questions that Micheal used to do. Jeremy looked around the room and said that he was playing the guitar. Just because the guitar was the first object that crossed his eyesight.

"Oh! You'd like me to sing any cool lovey-dovey song to you?" Jeremy was able to see his smile in his sentence.

"It would be nice, but it's not the same when you sing through a phone..."

"I'm not gonna sing through the phone, look outside your window, good looking."

Jeremy did as Micheal told him to find the old, red PT cruiser of his boyfriend and his boyfriend, of course. Micheal was holding a poster that spelled in black letters "I know when u lie to me, bitch :<"