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It has been almost two months since the squipcident, the first month turns out good since Michael and Jeremy are back to being best friends. The second month may be bad, Jeremy and Christine dated which left Michael behind but they only dated for like a week and a half, but Jeremy tended to hang with the cool people instead of Michael, sometimes they hang out together, but they mostly talk to each other by texting or calling.
Michael cannot just blame Jeremy, since he knew that he is just a loser and could never be cool. He felt alone, as he also knew that somehow not only cool, but also popular people replaced him. Well, there is only a week left before Christmas break, so Michael is somehow excited and depressed at the same time, since he can stay down to his basement all day, playing video games, but he knew that he would be alone for the whole Christmas break.
It was the first day of the Christmas break; Michael got a new game from Gamestop, and picked up a box of vintage sodas from Spencer’s. He drove back to his house and ran all the way down his basement, almost slipping since he stepped into a small empty bag of chips while carrying a box, a bag full of snacks and the new game he bought. He put his phone down to his bedside table knowing that no one would ever want to call him, even Jeremy. He set the game up to his gaming platform and sat comfortably on his bean bag with an opened bag of chips and a bottle of soda beside him.
In the middle of the game, he did not expect a sound from his phone, knowing it is just a notification of game invites or an email advertisement, but this time it sounds like something spamming him, since it sounds the same as the shotgun shooting a monster from his game. He paused the game, and reached for his phone, he saw that he received 17 texts from Jeremy.
‘Player 2 : Hey Michael!
Michaellllllllllllll
Answer pls!
HEyyyyy! SADIHFsIIFIAWRJQ12385y35doir {^13 more unread messages above}
‘Simple Mell : im sorry im in tje mmiddle of a game jer what do u need?
‘Player 2 : Uhhhh i wonfer if i can han g out to ur place? u busy???
‘What the fuck’ Michael said to himself.
‘Simple Mell: k
’Player 2: hey! HEy! are u upset or smething?
‘Yes I ‘am you left me again, and now you wanted this?’ Michael mumbled to himself.
‘Simple Mell: nah im fine I needed to reply that fast since you spammd me at the middle of my game
‘Player 2: so ur playng without me huh?
‘Simple Mell: yeah yeah go on im wait ng for u
Michael stood up from his bean bag and stretched his body. While waiting for Jeremy, he remembered on how he almost slipped because of the trash around his basement, so he cleaned his room trying to avoid that mistake again. He took a trash bag from one of his drawer, and he put all of the wrappers, crumpled papers, and some bottles. He walked out of his basement while carrying the trash bag and went outside to throw it. While heading inside, he saw a familiar shadow running into him, he recognized him, and it was Jeremy. He sluggishly walked into Jeremy, showing that he is upset about him, but he did not saw any clues that Jeremy thought about the same thing.
“Hey dude what’s up? Are you sick or something?” Jeremy said trying to high five Michael, but Michael did not respond to it.
“Don’t worry, I’m not, so what brought you up in here?” Michael replied
“Well, I figured out that we need to hang out more since we’re best friends right?” Jeremy replied with a wide grin on his face.
“Well... yeah, wanna go in? I have some snacks inside”
“Cool!”
The boys went inside the house, and walked straightly to the basement. Jeremy saw a bean bag in front of the TV Screen with a big ‘Paused’ flashing into it. He looked around the basement, noticing that Michael cleaned it up, he saw his bean bag sitting at the corner, he frowned a little bit while walking into the bean bag, and brought the bean bag next to Michael’s.
“Hey... uh... what do you want? I have some selections like... Doritos? Cheetos? Come here man choose whatever you want.” Michael said.
“Go on any would do... so... what are you playing? It looks rad...” Jeremy replied while trying to be attentive if ever Michael would throw a bag of chips to him.
“Well, I just got it at Gamestop a while ago, it was something... I forgot the name, just look at the box next to my bean bag...” Michael replied, throwing a bag of Doritos to Jeremy, he smiled as he saw Jeremy who gracefully caught the bag of chips.
“So... you bought a game which is for one player only huh?” Jeremy frowned.
“Well... whatever wanna play apocalypse?” Michael replied.
“Hell Yeah!”
They are having fun of the game they are playing. Suddenly, Jeremy felt something vibrate inside his pocket, he knows that it was a text, he pulled his phone and put the controller down. He checked the text and discovered that it is from Rich.
‘ImBiSoByeBye: Hey dude! U busy? The squad will be on Denny’s later... u coming?
‘Jermy: Yeah! I’m totally free today, well I’m coming!
‘ImBiSoByeBye: cool now get ur ass up on here
Jeremy giggled watching Rich’s reply to him. He knew that he lied about it, but he thought that Michael would be fine with that.
“Uhh... Michael?” said he,
“Yeah? dude? You done texting? I've been covering your character so don’t worry” Michael replied while looking straightly into the screen.
“Yeah, thanks... But I need to go... my dad texted me that—“ Michael cuts him
“Yeah that’s good, go on I can do this!” Michael released a fake chuckle. He knew that Jeremy was lying by the tone of his voice, since they are best friends for 12 years, and even though if Jeremy told him the truth, he would still agree about it, but why did Jeremy lied? He asked himself.
“Yeah thanks for the time!” Jeremy hugged Michael, and the boys gave their goodbye/s to each other.
Michael noticed the tears streaming down his cheeks, he is crying because of not only sadness but he also felt his anger taking over his body. He stood up, and headed to the bathroom, he splashed some water to his face, and roughly faced the mirror.
“God! It’s so obvious that everyone hates you!” he shouted to himself.“Well... Michael!” He said to himself. “This time... you will not cry you got it?” “This time... You... will fight” “This time... you will be better” “This time you will follow your brain, not ever your heart” He managed to crush his eyeglasses, because of his wrath. “This time... you will not let them put you down.”