Squipped - Boyf Riends

Filler drabble!

(A/n): sorry! I'm working on the next part now, enjoy this Drabble for now!
This doesn't take place in the Squipped! Canon timeline, it is just a filler Drabble bc I found it in my notes
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"Look at them."

Michael sat outside of the school campus, subtly glaring at Jeremy and Christine, leaning against the wall and holding hands.

"Its disgusting."

Ever since Jeremy and Christine became a thing, they've been all over each other, holding hands and hugging almost every single time they see each other.

Michael usually sat next to Jeremy during lunch, alone, in the corner of the cafeteria.  But now that they got together, Jeremy sat next to Christine in the middle of the cafeteria.

Michael took a sip from his slushee. He felt a pit grow in his stomach every time he saw then even look at each other.

Jeremy suddenly looked very nervous. That made Michael almost choke on his drink. He did a double take on Jeremy.

His hands were fumbling over each other, and sweat was pelting down his face. Christine looked very confused, but still held a smile on her face. Neither of them said a word. Michael leaned closer from his bench.

They stood still for what felt life for ever. Michael swore that they wouldn't do anything, until Jeremy dipped down and incased Christines lips with his own. Christines eyes widened, but then fluttered close. Christine wrapped her arms around Jeremys neck, while  Jeremy brought his hands, shakily, to christines waist.

Michaels eyes dulled. Michael pursed his lips into a fine line. "Well, what did I expect."

Michael wasn't usually so pessimistic, but recently it's been harder to maintain his bob Marley, slushee-and-sushi-roll vibe. Michael slung his backpack over his shoulder, and left.

He didn't really know where he was going, but he knew sure as hell he didn't want to be in there.

Michael found himself seated behind the school, the semi decaying grass pricking at his  skin every time his hand so much as to brush over it.

It was nice and quiet, and he found himself sitting there on multiple occasions when Jeremy was thinking with his dick and flocking to Christine. There he could think and dream freely. Sometimes he would fantasize what might've been if Jeremy fawned over him instead of that play-crazed girl. He knew it was wrong, but it's not like he was hurting anybody. He was just daydreaming. If anything, it kept him sane from Jeremy talking about Christine all the time.

It was like his own personal bubble, away from the world. Away from Jeremy and Christine. Even if it was just for a second.

A small, soft, beautiful second.