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Words

This was based on a TikTok I saw yep

AU where the words you're allowed to speak that year appears on your wrist every birthday. Also Michael and Jeremy haven't met yet.

Jeremys POV
August 28th
"My 6th birthday! Hopefully I can talk this year." I thought to myself. I looked at the writing on my arm. "Words: 0." As soon as the clock hit 9:48 pm, I checked my wrist again, hopeful that I could speak this year.

"Words: 0" Nothing changed. Still speechless.

~4 years later~
August 28th
"My tenth birthday maybe?" I thought, less hopeful. Again, as soon as 9:48 pm strikes, nothing changes.

(Next day at school)
August 29th
"Hey speechless!" Great, Rich. I turn around to see the slightly shorter male approach me.

He looks me up and down and scoffs. "I just want to remind you, that you're a waste of a human being. You can't even talk." That hurts. I hold back the tears and start to walk to my class. Thankfully, Rich doesn't go after me.

This happens a lot.

~5 years later~
August 28th
My fifteenth birthday. I'm completely hopeless. My mom left last year, dad's been a wreck, I'm still speechless, and the bullying has gotten worse.

I glance at my wrist already knowing what's there after so many years. "Words: 0"

Oh and it's the first day of high school. I'm a freshman.

(Time squip to school)

I walk through the doors and start heading to my locker. 246. I repeat in my head. It's not that I can't remember, it's just a habit to repeat stuff in my mind.

As I'm approaching the small red door, I overhear gossip from the popular girls, Chloe and Brooke. And Jenna. But no one considers her popular.

"I heard there's a new kid this year. He transferred from the Philippines." Hmm. Maybe I can make at least one friend.

I gather my books and start walking to first period. I sit in a seat in the back and wait for class to start. Once I hear the bell ring, the teacher comes in, with a boy behind her.

"Hello, class. This is Michael, the new student. He transferred from the Philippines, but he's fluent in English. You can sit next to Jeremy, in the back." She says, pointing to the desk next to me.

He walks back to where she pointed and sits down. "Hey, Jeremy, right?" I nod. "I'm Michael." He says sticking out his hand. I can catch a glimpse of his word count and see "Words: 5 Mil." Lucky him.

I shake his hand. "So, what do you like to do in your free time?" Michael questions. I'm quick to point to my wrist and he immediately understands.

"That's ok. I'm sure you're a great listener. Wanna be friends?" He gives me a hopeful smile. I'm guessing he didn't have very many friends either.

I smile widely and nod. His eyes sparkle.

The bell rings.

(Time squip to lunch)

We sat on a lunch table in the corner and started eating.

"Hey Jer? Do you wanna come over to my place tonight?" Michael asks.

I nod. I should probably tell him it's my birthday. I point to my wrist, to try and get the message across. He looks at me confused. I keep pointing, and mimic blowing out candles.

"It's your birthday?" I give him a thumbs up. "Dude, when do you actually turn 15? Or did you already turn 15?" He questions.

I hold up 9 fingers. "9?" I nod and hold up 4. "40?" I nod again, and lastly hold up 8 fingers. "9:48?" I give him a small smile. "am or pm?"

I hold up two fingers. "Pm?" Another thumbs up.

"Well, I guess we'll have to stay up for that tonight." He exclaims.

(Time squip, Michaels House)

We were playing video games at Michaels house, when suddenly he pauses the game.

"Alright Jer." He turns to me. "It's 9:47. One minute left." He comments. He seems excited. I'm not exactly as excited as he is, because I know what's gonna happen.

The clock hit 9:48 pm and as always I check my wrist.

"Words: 0"

Nothing.

Michael catches a glimpse of my wrist and sighs. "Damn, I want to hear your voice. Even though I just met you. Maybe next year, Jerebear."

I blush at the nickname. Weird.

We continue our video games.

~Next year~
August 28th
Michaels House (Basement to be exact)

"First day of school, finally over." Michael says, plopping onto his beanbag. I nod in agreement.

"Wait. Instead of playing video games, wanna go get slushees? My treat, since it's your birthday." Michael smiles at me.

I smile back as if to say "yes".

"C'mon then!" He gets up and grabs my hand. I blush at the action. Since last year, I've been developing a crush on Michael. If I could tell him.

He drags me upstairs and we get our shoes on, and head out the door.

(Time squip)

After Michael payed for the slushees, we start walking back to his house. While we're walking and he's rambling about some random video game, I feel something brush against my hand. I look down and it seems Michaels trying to subtly grab my hand.

I smirk to myself and grab his hand and intertwine our fingers. In my peripheral vision, I can see him blush. But he couldn't like me, could he?

Either way it was a good 16th birthday.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PT. 2