Boyf Riends oneshots

Part 1 That I'm too Lazy to Come up With a Name For

Hey guys! Welcome to my oneshots! Quick note, Michael's moms are named Piper and Hazel (idea from Gold1locks) Piper is the one he calls mom and Hazel is the one he calls mama. Also, this chapter is really long and mainly for angst writing purposes, so yeah.

Michael sat at his desk, and ran a hand through his hair. It was three in the morning. He had been trying to find the perfect words for hours, he just couldn't. His desk was scattered with papers, some blank, some crumpled, some ripped. His trash can under the desk was nearly bursting with crumpled up papers. On the left corner of the desk was a small lamp, and on the right corner was an alarm clock propped up on some books, that was not set to the correct time. His phone, which had died hours ago, was sitting on the edge of the desk, his headphones still plugged in to it and hanging off the desk. Right in front of Michael was his notebook that was opened to a page with a half finished love song. Scattered around the lyrics were different little poems and sentences. There were also a few little doodles. What was he trying to find the right words for you may ask? He wanted to tell Jeremy he loved him.

He sighed, and tore out the page, crumpling it up and throwing on top of the pile in the trash can. It inevitably fell off, but he was too tired to care. He moved his swivel chair to a different desk that had his computer. Maybe he should just send Jeremy a DM on Instagram or something. He would be able to see it when he got up, and that would be so much easier than having to give him a paper, or sing him a song, or actually tell him. But, he decided against it. He, one, wouldn't be able to see his reaction, two, he would come to school the next day and everything would be awkward, and three, he would still have to pour his heart out. And that just seemed wrong to do over text. Michael groaned. He had to tell him eventually, didn't he?...

Well, no, he didn't. He was going to get rejected anyway, Jeremy was dating Christine and was happy. And he had liked him since fourth grade. He had come this far not telling him, and everything had been fine between them. Why should he tell him now? Well, ever since the SQUIP incident, it had felt like a looming presence, and if he didn't get it out soon, it would tear him apart from the inside out. Michael rubbed his eyes. He was so tired, it felt like he could fall into bed, and fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. But he knew that the moment he got in bed, he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, even though he was very tired. Ah! The joys of insomnia. He pulled his headphones out of his phone, and plugged them into the computer. He pulled up youtube, and aimlessly scrolled through his home page, finding a video that interested him and clicking on it. When it finished, he let the next video play, and he continued this until the sun was starting to rise. He had a few hours to sit in bed and try and get some rest before school started. He stood up, although it hurt, plugged in his phone, and got in bed. He took off his glasses, and closed his eyes.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" Michael's alarm went off, startling him awake. He slammed his hand down on the off button, pushed on his glasses, and got up. He looked down, and realized he was still in yesterday's outfit. He mentally shrugged. He didn't need to change, it wasn't dirty. He grabbed his bag that still had 'riends' written on the back and brought it downstairs. He put a piece of bread in the toaster, and waited for it to finish.

"Darling, your hair's a wreck." Hazel said, coming into the room. She was wearing a light pink dressing gown, and her hair was pulled up into a messy bun. Michael just nodded, and went to the bathroom. He took a comb through his hair, and made it slightly more presentable.

"Better?" He asked, coming out of the bathroom.

"Slightly." His toast popped up, and he went over to it, spreading some butter onto it.

"Where's mom?" He asked, making a beeline for the coffee machine, pouring himself a cup of yesterday's coffee, and shoving it into the microwave.

"She had an early meeting this morning. She'll be home at six." He nodded again. The microwave beeped, and he took out his coffee, pouring some cream and sugar in. He sat down at the table with his toast and coffee, and ate quickly so he had plenty of time to get to school. He got up, threw away the paper towel the toast was on, and set his mug in the sink. He went up to his mother and bent down to kiss her on the cheek.