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michael and jeremy in the bathroom?

au where rich left michael in the bathroom for popularity and jeremy finds him there (haven't met yet) also no squip just rich being an ass because he can (i'm sorry i love rich but i need plot)

idea from justASpookyPotato

we're just gonna forget the last chapter happened :)

michaels pov
"listen man, i just don't think i wanna be friends anymore!" rich snapped. we were currently arguing in a bathroom. he was stating to hang out with the popular kids. that would be fine if he wasn't completely ignoring me in the process.

"please rich, i don't have anyone else!" i begged.

"too bad." he shrugged.

i felt tears in my eyes but i didn't dare let them fall. "c'mon man! you don't have to hang out with me all the time, i just wish you weren't ignoring me." i grabbed his arm.

"let go of me! loser..." he mumbled and walked out the door. and the then tears fell. i sighed, basically giving up.

tears hit the linoleum tiling as i retreated into the bathtub, sitting in it. i don't even know why i'm crying, we weren't that close and i saw this coming. whenever we hung out he would seem really uninterested.

then i heard the door and heard muttering, i looked over to see a really cute boy enter the bathroom, "why did i even come here? i don't know any of these people." he muttered to himself.

he looked over at the bathtub and let out a small yelp of surprise before saying, "oh, you scared me. i didn't know anyone was in here, i can go if you want."

"i—" i got cut off by tears.

"oh shit, are you ok?" he said as he closed the bathroom door and walk over to me.

"what does it look like?" i laugh pitifully, wiping some tears from my face.

"can i join?" he questions.

"be my guest." i shrug and gesture to the bathtub i was sitting in. he steps in and sits in front of me. he starts twiddling his thumbs.

"sooooo... what's up?" he giggled. i blushed and pull my knees to my chest.

love at first sight? maybe.

"nothing much. just crying in a bathroom." i shrug again and avoid eye contact. he lightly puts his hand on my knee and smiles at me.

"do you mind telling me?" the boy says and wipes a tear from cheek with his thumb. i blush on contact.

"well... my only friend isn't... my friend anymore." i mumbled.

"man, that must be hard." (420 WORDS HAHA) "if it makes you feel better i don't have any friends, like, whatsoever." he said.

i look down at his halloween costume, "i like your costume." i state. "what are you supposed to be?"

"oh thanks! i'm supposed to be a cyborg." he laughs. "how about you?"

"umm... i don't really know, i just found this 'CREEPS' shirt in my closet and picked it."

"could i maybe know your name?" the mysterious boy asked me.

"i'm michael. mell." i extend my hand.

"jeremy heere." jeremy shakes my hand.

"nice to meet you, heere." i chuckle.

"i know this sounds weird, but can i hug you? you seem like you need a hug." he mumbled and scratched the back of his neck.

"u-umm, sure." i smile at him.

he leans forward and wraps me in a hug. i hug back and stuff my face into his hair. "thank you."

jeremy chuckles, "for what?"

"just helping me? i don't know, you were heere when no one was. even though it was by chance." he let me go and sat back in front of me.

"you're welcome, i'm glad you feel better now. and whoever ditched you, they're a dick and don't deserve you, michael." jeremy states confidently.

i blush more and squeak a bit. (michael squeaks are very rare, cherish them)

"what was that sound?" jeremy asked.

"umm.... a squeak?" i stutter out of embarrassment.

"that was so cute!" he exclaims. if my face get more more red, it would've. i cover my face.

"ughhhhhhh, stooooooop." i laugh.

"fine," he rolls his eyes, "hey, could i maybe get your number?" jeremy questioned.

"huh? oh! yea." i smile at him and quickly get my phone out. i hand it to him so he can put his number in. a few seconds later he hands it back and i read the name.

jere💙
***-***-****

i smile at my phone and giggle a bit.

"thanks jere, you really helped me today.

"hey, do you wanna maybe... how do i say this without sounding creepy... come over to my house? and play video games?"

"depends, do you have apocalypse of the dammed?" i asked, already assuming he didn't know what it was. it was a rare game.

"are you kidding? i love that game!" ok, or not.

"really? awesome!"

~ time squip to jeremys house ~

we were in jeremys room, still playing video games. it's been a few hours but he's a really nice guy. and cute, he's really cute.

i feel myself start to drift off.

jeremys pov
i died in the level and felt something on my shoulder. i looked over to see michael, asleep, head on my shoulder. i smiled and felt my cheeks heat up. oh my god, he's so cute.

i giggle quietly and set down my controller. then it hit me. what am i supposed to do? i don't know where he lives.

i can worry about that later, right now i'm just gonna enjoy the moment. i wrap my arm around his shoulder and set my head on his.

"you're so cute." i whisper.

"thanks." michael chuckled. my eyes widen and i scramble away from him.

"shit! i didn't know you were awake!" i exclaim.

"relax dude, it's fine. you're cute too, by the way." michael comments.

"th-thanks." i mutter, with a small smile on my face.

he giggles like a dork and i blush like a madman. his dorky giggle is so cute, how is this possible? ahhh, and his eyes, they're so deep. his smile, his faint little freckles, his little dimples.

love at first sight? maybe.

"hey, if you could text your moms and i could tell my dad, wanna have a sleepover tonight?" i ask. i know it's probably weird to ask that, we just met today, but i feel a connection to him.

"sure!" he laughed a little and grabbed his phone.

the end because i'm too lazy to finish this.