Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

Day 7 - A death of someone close

Angst ahead, but I promise it ends in fluff. Jeremy and Michael are 12 in this and they both have crushes on each other. Also in this, Jeremys mom was nice.

Jeremy POV
I can't believe it. My mom...... died. My dad just told me now. She was in the hospital for a few months, they didn't know what was wrong. Today she just........ I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room.

I subconsciously grabbed my phone, and went through my literal 3 contacts, and pressed the most recent one. The line rang two or three times until someone picked up.

"Hello?" That peppy voice he fell in love with.

Jeremy, now is not the time for romance.

I then remembered why I called in the first place. Tears formed in my eyes once more, and I choked on my words.

"M-Micha *sniffle* c-come ov-ver-r *hiccup* please" I begged.

"Hey Jere, it's ok. I'll be over in a few minutes. Hang in there." He cooed.

I smiled a bit through my tears. Michael could always make me feel better.

{time squip}

I heard a knock on my bedroom door. "Jere-bear, it's Michael." I melted at the nickname.

"Co-come in-n." I sputtered out.

The door to my room freaked open to reveal Michael with his backpack on, his eyes sympathetic, and his hoodie in his hand.

I gave him a look of confusion. He almost always has his hoodie on. He seems to understand my confused face, and quickly explained, "Um, I thought, maybe, you would, uh, want to wear my h-hoodie."

I felt heat rising to my cheeks and smiled a small grateful smile. He came to sit next to me on my
bed, while he handed me his hoodie.

I quickly slip the warm fabric on me, and feel a little more comforted, though my tears didn't stop. Michale scooted closer to me and laid back against the pillows, simultaneously wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me down to lay on him.

I took the invitation and moved so I was laying on top of Michael. I buried my face in his hoodie, and drowned in the familiar smell.

"So Jere, can you tell me what happened?" Michael asked cautiously.

"My mo-mom...... she..... she..... d-di-" I choked on a sob. His face instantly turned into one of worry and sympathy.

"Jeremy, I'm so sorry." He whispers, stroking my back. We just sat there, the only sound we're my sobs and Michael whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

Michaels POV

After a while I felt Jeremys breathing slowed down and his body felt heavier. I pulled him up a little higher on my chest and kept stroking his hair and back.

"I love you, Jer. I wish you could know that." I whispered.

I swear I heard, "I love you too" but that could've been my imagination. After I thought I heard that murmur from him, he hugged my chest tighter and smiled in his sleep.

He doesn't deserve what happened to him.

We both eventually fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

I'm bored, requests are open also. Sorry that it's short