Squipped - Boyf Riends

Mistake

Michael couldn't move a muscle in his body. He was aware of the words forcing itself out of his mouth, and Jeremy pleading from the doorway, but he didn't understand what he, or himself, were saying. It wasn't til he was on the ground, clutching the bridge of his nose with his mother's surrounding him, that he knew what had happened.

Michael looked up weakly. "Mom..? M-mama?"

"Anak, don't scare us like that! What happened-show us!" Michael tentatively lifted his bloody hand off his face,  liquid oozing out from the cut stretching across his face. "We'll...I'll go get a towel...honey, uh-I'll be right back, stay with him."

She gave a small peck to Michaels temple, before pulling herself to her feet and dashing off to the washroom. Michaels remaining mom ruffled his hair gently.

"Michael, hon, this may not be the best time but, what's going on? You're becoming this...popular person, and it's all happening so fast! Talk to me," Michael temporarily forgot about the aching pain across his face, and the blood ruining his clothes as he watched his mothers tired, stressed out expressions taking over her once joyful smile.

God.

Michael immediately knew,

He made a huge mistake.

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"Mountain Dew...red?" Jeremy turned the bottle around in his hands searching for an expiration date. Huh. It only expired a week ago. Surprising, since they went out of production a long time ago.

"I suppose this'll have to do..." it was probably the least expired drink in Michaels possession. Jeremy popped off the cap of the drink, licking his thirsty lips in the process. He took a long sip, preparing to chug the whole thing in one go, before he felt a strong zap to his head. He lowered the bottle in surprise, capping it quickly before resting his head in the palm of his hands.

Thunder seemed to strike in Jeremys head, a piercing scream ripping though his frail body. It was the same sensation that he had when he first drank his Squip. His body convulsed and jerked onto the ground, shaking uncontrollably like he was trying to rip his own limbs off.

Flashes of blue and silver appeared before him, like a glitch in the world before materializing into a disfigured man. His squip.

"J-J3ermYe! J-JeeeeeeeWHAT D-D-DID YOU D0?)!"

His squips voice sounded mangled, along with the appearing and disappearing features of his face and body. Colors melted behind him, turning a vibrant blue, fading to black, then growing into a blinding white. It sucked the squip in like a vacuum, his desperate, disjumbled cries almost making Jeremy feel bad.

Almost.

The squip disappeared in the blinding white hole, which then shrunk smaller and smaller until it was too small to be seen. Jeremys breath felt heavy, his head feeling less faint then it did a few seconds ago, panting and gasping for air on his spot on the ground. He was frozen in place, his body too shocked and scared to move a finger.

For the first time in months, Jeremys head was clear.

Jeremy layed there, doing nothing, just breathing, for what seemed like forever. His couldn't find it in himself to stand up. His ears ringed with silence.

The shock and burn seemed to sober the Jewish boy up, as he was fully aware of his surroundings. He could think clearly, now that his squip was gone.

Wait.

His squip was gone.

He turned to the red bottle laying next to him. He jolted up, reaching for the bottle and clutching it tight. It all made sense now.

Green activates the Squip, and red shuts it off.

It's such a simple concept, Jeremy didn't know why he didn't think of it before. He scrambled to his feet, and searched Michaels possessions for any more bottles of Mountain Dew red. He only found one.

He had one full bottle, along with a half drunken one. If he recalled correctly, Rich was yelling, screaming for some at Jakes party, so he figured he could give him one. Plus, he needed someone...experienced to help him create a plan to force down the drink in Michaels throat.

He jogged up the stairs to Michaels basement. He slunk through the house, tiptoeing gently towards the door. Just as he was about to sneak out, he heard the kitchen faucet clink shut.

Michaels mom walked up to the front door, holding a damp washcloth, and a long, white bandage. She looked at Jeremy like he was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

"Why did you cut up my sons face?"

Her words dripped with venom. Jeremy broke into a cold sweat, clutching the straps of his backpack tighter. His mom eyed his backpack wearily, noticing a strip of red fabric peeking out of the corner.

"...Is that Michaels jacket? You cut up his face and now you're fucking stealing from my son?!" His mom threw a plate from the sink at him, missing by an inch and crashing onto the wall behind him. "Stay away from my Michael! You abandon him for forever and now that you're here you ruin this house! You aren't the kid I thought you were! Get out! I never want to see you here again!"

Her voice began to break as she clutched onto the damp towel tighter. Jeremy opened his mouth to speak, before letting it close gently. Michaels mom sunk to the ground, shaky sobs and hics stabbing holes into Jeremys gut. He didn't realize it before, but he never noticed how tired she looked. There were bags under her eyes, and she seemed skinnier than when he'd stay over to play games with Michael.

Was this his doing? Or was it Michaels?

It was his. If Jeremy had never left Michaels side, he wouldn't have bought that damn pill in the first place. He would've smiled, and they would've been able to play video games again like old times.

But did he want to go back to 'the old times'? Or did he want more? He could think about it later. Right now, he need to get his priorities straight.

First, he needed to get Rich on his side, without the squip. Then, he needed to come up with a plan to force the Squip out of Michaels system. Only then, he could ascertain his feeling about his friend.

He supposed it would have to do.

He unlocked the door to Michaels front porch, not before sending a pitiful glance to the broken woman sobbing on the floor.

It was his fault. His mistake.

But it was his mistake that he was going to fix.

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(A/n): Aw yeah! New chapter!