Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

memory: lost, heart: broken

did someone order angst? no? well too bad it's on the house. this wasn't even angst.

michaels pov
it had been three days since the play and jeremy still hasn't woken up in the hospital. i was driving there right now, to do my daily visit.

i know three days isn't long, but still, he was unknowingly ignoring me for a month so i guess i miss him. a lot. and i have a crush on him. it's just a recipe for disaster with me.

i check in and go to his room. i enter and sit down on the chair next to the bed that held my sleeping best friend.

"hey jer, i know you can't hear me but i really which you'd wake up, man. i miss you..... so much." i sighed.

when i looked back up at him, his eyes started fluttering open.

wait.

WHAT?

he woke up.

"oh my god, jeremy! i thought you'd never wake up. dude, i missed you so much." i leaned in to hug him but he flinched, which is understandable.

"i'm sorry, who are you?"

my heart dropped.

"jeremy, it's me. michael. mell. your best friend?" i tried.

"i'm sorry, i think you have the wrong person dude." jeremy responded. "but do you know why i'm in the hospital?"

"you don't remember?" i asked. he shook his head. "you took a squip and it kinda squipped the entire school and when you deactivated it you passed out and ended up here."

"what the hell is a squip?" jeremy seemed confused.

that stupid squip must've took his memories with him when he got deactivated. "never mind that. the doctors said you'd be free to go once you wake up so i can drive you home." i stated.

"can i trust you? i don't even know you." he spat. well..... that hurt.

"cmon let's go." jeremy got up (he was in normal clothes) and we checked out. he somehow got in the car with me.

once we arrived at his house, i parked, got out and helped jere in. luckily mr. heere opened the door, wearing pants.

"jeremy!" he said as he hugged his son.

"hey dad!" good at least he remembered his dad. "do you know who this guy is? he drove me home, but i don't know him." i heard him whisper.

mr. heere looked at me confused and i just shrugged, showing that i didn't know what was happening either.

"jeremy, he's your best friend, michael." he tried.

"no he's not. i never had a best friend."

"..... why don't you go get some rest. it's pretty late." mr. heere said. i watched as jeremy walked upstairs and closed his bedroom door.

"what's wrong with him?" mr. heere asked.

"i don't know, i think the squip might've taken his memories away." he nodded. i drove home and immediately fell asleep in my bed, dreading school tomorrow.

~school the next day~

i got to school, and immediately saw jeremy.

"hey jer!" i yelled. he turned back and looked at me with some emotion i couldn't make out.

"you again? you go to this school?"

"yea jere, i know you probably lost your memory but trust me, we were friends." i tried.