Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

loser

not mitb i swear

tw: bullying

jeremys pov
"what's up, loser?" ram sneered. (i'm sorry for bringing them back, you know who you are)

"l-leave me a-alone." i stutter.

"i don't think so." kurt comes up behind him.

before i could run, i felt kurt punch me. i fell back against the lockers, shutting my eyes tight and hoping all this will be over soon.

i felt another kick to my stomach and i fell further to the floor.

a few more kicks and i started to feel faint.

"hey! back off!" i heard a familiar voice say. my eyes were still closed and i curled in on myself.

i opened one eye slightly to see michael.

throwing a punch at kurt.

welp, michaels dead.

somehow the two back off and i close my eye again. i've given up on trying to fight back, just best to get it over with.

"oh my god, baby are you ok?" michael asked, kneeling beside me.

baby? why would he call me that?

i opened my eyes slowly, being met with my best friend and his amazing, yet worry-filled eyes. i slowly sat up, aching almost everywhere.

"i'm f-fine, micha. just a few bruises." i tried, but michael was a really caring person, and i couldn't get out of this situation without being smothered. i didn't mind that much.

"very funny jerebear, we're taking you to the nurse." michael murmured as he picked me up.

"not again." i whine. the nurse knew me pretty well by now.

"hello jeremy, michael." she greeted us. "more bullies?" she asked, sympathetically.

michael nodded and carried me to the little nurse bed in the corner. i sat at the edge, while rose (the nurse) tended to my bruises. michael sat next to me on the bed and rubbed my back, soothingly.

the most embarrassing part, rose knows about my crush on michael. she was constantly looking between me and michael, when michael wasn't paying attention and then giving me a look.

the look that says "confess already". i shook my head subtly. michael looked back at us and waited patiently for rose to be done, still rubbing my back.

she finished the bandages and handed me an ice pack for my black eye. i took it and quietly thanked her.

michael scooted back and hugged me from behind, pulling me into his lap as he stroked my hair. my face flushed, a big contrast to the cold ice pack on my eye.

i leaned back into his chest and sighed. rose went back to the from counter, leaving the room to ourselves. michael and i just sat in peaceful silence, the only sound being the clicking of rose's keyboard.

"how are you doing, 'miah?" michael asked.

"fine, i guess." i grumble, pressing the ice pack to my eye more.

"hey, how about we get slushees after school? how does that sound?" he bargains and ruffles my hair, lightly. i smile and sigh.

"that sounds amazing right now." i chuckle out. we both already had our last class, since kurt and ram only bully me after school.

once i felt like my black eye was fine, me and michael said goodbye to rose and head to michaels PT cruiser.

michael opened the door for me, "ladies first."

i giggled and punched his arm playfully. he smiled at me and got in the drivers side. i loved everything about michael, especially the way he could always cheer me up.

he parked at 7/11 and i quickly turned to him. "umm... micha? can i stay in the car?" i say, pointing to my black eye. he seems to understand and nods.

"oh, what flavor slushee do you want?" he asked before he got out of the car.

"blue raspberry." i respond. he nods and goes into the store.

michael left the radio going, and i subconsciously sang to it.

'now i'm shaking
drinking all this coffee
these last few weeks have been
exhausting'

relatable to my situation.

i'm lost in my imagination
and there's one thing that i need from you

can you come through'

"whoa! jere!" i jump about three feet in the air. i turn to the drivers seat to see michael returned with two slushees.

"i didn't know you could sing!" he exclaims, smiling.

i become a stuttering mess and sputter something along the lines of, "no, i'm can't."

michael shrugs and hands me my slushee. "whatever helps you sleep at night."

i take a sip of the cold drink and immediately feel some of the pain taken away from my bad mood. (SUCK ON THAT STRAW GET LOST IN THE PAIN)

michael drove us back to his house, and we end up in the beanbags in the basement.

"hey jere... you know how you have a blue slushee and i have a red one?"

"ummm..... yeaaaa?"

"and blue and red makes purple." michael seemed deep in thought.

"this is basic knowledge, micha."

"wanna make our tongues purple?" he asked.

"wha— do you, i, umm.... suRE." smooth, jeremy, real smooth.

michael leans in and connects our lips. his lips tasted like cherry slush and weed, but i didn't mind one bit. i climb into his lap, never breaking the kiss. (whoa there jeremy calm down) we break apart and stare at each other, breathless.

"wow..." i finally whisper.

"you're not a bad kisser, heere." michael chuckles.

"you're pretty good yourself." i say. "so wait... do you love me back?"

"yup." michael deadpans.

"wow, i literally just confessed my undying love for you and all you have to say is 'yup'" i complain.

"'undying love', huh? am i just too irresistible?" michael leans close to my face.

"yup." i mock him.

"wow, rude. you're mocking me."

"you started it." i pout like a 5 year old.

"you're adorable, jeremy." michael states.

"i know." i laugh.

michael giggles and and hugs me again. i slowly fall asleep in his lap, smiling and breathing in the faint smell of his hoodie.

michael whispers something as i'm just about to fall asleep, "i love you, mahal."

i'm so tired of school