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

Chapter Eight

A/N- the song above is amazing, it's called loser, and it's by Julian Moon. It's such a boyf riends song, and I used it in this chapter.

Michael's P.O.V.

It had been about two weeks since we hung out, and Jeremy was coming over. I was excited but also nervous, because I had a surprise for him. I hoped that he would like it and not think that I'm weird or something like that... Maybe I was over thinking things, as usual, but still....

Jeremy knocked on the door while I was pacing around my room. I skipped way too many stairs as I was racing towards the door and face planted at the bottom of the stairway. My mom stared at me with a facial expression that I can't even described as she opened the door and Jeremy walked in. I just laid there, face down on the carpet.

"Hey Mrs.... Mell...?" When she didn't even turn look at him, he looked over at me, and immediately put his hand over his mouth. As he tried to keep himself from laughing, he came over and held a hand out to me. I pushed myself up a bit and grabbed his hand, standing up. I laughed with him and my mom when I was back on my feet.

"Have fun kids," my mom said as she walked away, shaking her head and smiling.

Jeremy shook his head, "Are you okay, Micha?"

"I'm fine," I chuckled, "but I have something to show you! C'mon!" I bounded up the steps two at a time with Jeremy following not far behind.

"Wait up!" He huffed.

Once we were both in my room, I shut my door and pulled my acoustic guitar out of my closet. He sat in the small swivel chair at my desk. "Remember when I took guitar lessons in, like, eighth grade?" I asked him. I dug around in a couple drawers to find a pick. I accidentally threw a shirt in his face while I was tossing things aside.

"Oh yeah," he laughed, "you hated guitar!" He tossed the shirt back. "And thanks for that, but I already have one."

"Ah, no, I did not! I hated the teacher! Big difference!" I shoved the shirt back into my dresser.

"Ooooh, okay then," he said exaggeratedly. The author knows that's not really a word, but they don't care.

"Sooo, anywayyyys, I learned a new song, cause it's been a while, and I got amazing at it." I finally found what I was searching for and plopped down onto my bed.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Oh really?"

"Yep."

"So are you gonna play it then?"

I nodded and picked up my guitar. "It may not be perfect, 'cause I learned this in, like, two weeks, but Heere goes."

He smiled sweetly. "Doesn't have to be perfect."

I took a deep breath to try to calm myself down slightly.

"Bought a pair of vintage kicks,
let's go and take a walk.
You know I like to listen, yeah,
I know you love to talk."

I sang, my eyes closed at first to help calm my nerves more.

"Let's go down to Powell's Used Book Store and get lost.
People call us boring, yeah, but I'm okay with that.
Friday night with Chinese food,
wanna take it back to my place
and play Super Mario Kart again?"

I opened my eyes to see Jeremy, smiling and listening intently. I really wanted him to like this song; I learned it for him... Dang I'm being mushy...

"There's a little bit of loser in us.
Just two weirdos who fell in love.
I guess we're made from the same weird stuff.
Being a loser with you doesn't suck."

His smile grew as he listened to me play the chorus.

"Like a screw on cap to a mason jar,
we're a perfect fit.
Too broke to put gas in our car,
but we're the freaking junk,"

I winked at him as I changed the line slightly... My moms were home. He giggled silently, and I smiled back.

"in the back of the bus
holding hands.

"There's a little bit of loser in us.
Just two weirdos who fell in love.
I guess we're made from the same weird stuff.
Being a loser with you doesn't suck."

He hummed slightly, his bright smile never leaving his face.

"Drink my tea while you read.
Friday night, that's all I need.

"There's a little bit of loser in us.
Just two weirdos who fell in love.
I guess we're made from the same weird stuff.
Being a loser with you doesn't suck.

"There's a little bit of loser in us.
Just two weirdos who fell in love.
I guess we're made from the same weird stuff.
Being a loser with you doesn't suck."

I finished the song and set my pick and guitar in the bed next to me. His smile grew slightly.

"So... What did you think?" I asked.

Jeremy's P.O.V.

I had watched him play away at his guitar flawlessly and listened to his beautiful singing. I'm sure I had a love sick look in my eyes the whole time.

"It was... amazing, Micha," I responded. My heart was gonna freaking explode.

"R-really?" He stammered slightly. He got up and put away his guitar and put his pick somewhere he could find next time.

I smiled warmly at him and nodded, "Absolutely. It was beautiful."

I scooted the chair towards him and pushed my lips against his. He smiled and kissed me back.

"T-thank you for playing that for me." My face was probably bright red.

"No problem, Jer." I guess it didn't matter if I was blushing, because so was he. I hugged him, and he hugged back. After a while, he cleared his throat and awkwardly asked, "So... Apocalypse of the Damned?"

I grinned up at him and nodded. We raced to the basement, me beating him by three steps. He stuck his tongue out at me, and I mimicked him. I pulled out the bean bag chairs as he set up the game.

He came over and sat down next to me. I looked over at him and smiled. He smiled brightly back at me, and we started the game.

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I hope that you liked the chapter! I love that song, and if you have never heard it, you should so listen to it! If you liked this part of the story, vote and comment! Also any constructive criticism is appreciated! Love you guys!

-Kay

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