field trip pt. 5 (finale)

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have this clothes swap ⬆️ (i did not draw this, mine will be finished soon) credit to graysonb_art on instagram

THE FINALE IS HEERE
(this chapters gonna be really long)

day 4

jeremys pov
at the end of the week before we go (the night before) the camp hosts a dance. yea... not really my thing. plus, you're pressured into dancing the slow songs with someone. (fun fact: the summer camp i go to has a dance every night and the slow songs are the worst; i had to dance with boys 🤢 no offense to boys)

and that's where i currently was, sitting on a bench on the side of the main cabin while everyone else danced. the lights were dim and there were those rainbow light things that people sometimes use for christmas.

michael was sitting next to me. we aren't party people or dancing people, despite michael dancing to his music like no ones watching, which is absolutely adorable. i glance at him and my cheeks start to burn.

suddenly a slow song came on (you can pick which song) and michael said something really unexpected, "hey jere... do you wanna... maybe... umm.... dance with me?"

i look at him with wide eyes and stutter out a response, "u-uh... y-yea. i would l-love to."

he stood up and held out his hand in front of me. i took it and he dragged me to the dance floor with a smile on his face.

we made it to the middle, and michael put his hand on my waist and i put mine on his shoulder. he intertwined his left hand with my right and pulled me closer.

michael and i weren't very good ballroom dancers, in fact i basically had two left feet. michael could dance to his own music, so at least he could somewhat dance.

we just swayed to the music, staring into each other's eyes. i smiled slightly and rested my forehead against his and closed my eyes, as michael did the same.

(how are they still fucking single, they're so dumb)

i took my hand away from his hold and put both of my arms around his neck. i felt him hold my waist and i smiled and blushed more.

as soon as the song ended we slowly pulled away from each other. michael and i both flushed and looked away from each other. michael grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bench we were sitting on before.

i refused to look at michael, and i was blushing like a maniac. i realized something and started blushing more.

michael was still holding my hand.

~a wild time squip has appeared~

i woke up around midnight (in my own bunk sadly, my sheets eventually got washed) and i really had to use the bathroom.

i got up and poked michael, who was sleeping soundly above my bunk.

"micha... mimi... mikeyyyy..." i said as i poked him each time.

"what, mahal?" michael said, groggily.

i blushed and dismissed it as him being tired and he just let it slip out. because mahal meant 'my love' in filipino. he obviously said it on accident.

"i have to go to the bathroom." i said.

"do you need my permission or some shit?" he whispered.

"shut the fuck up. it's dark outside, can you just come with me?" i ask.

"fine." michael gets out of his bunk and we put on our shoes and exit the cabin. i swear i heard rustling in a bush and instinctively i held my hand out in front of michael, hoping he'll get the hint.

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