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It was moments like these that Michael cherished the most. Pulling up his PT cruiser into his best friend/boyfriend’s driveway, awaiting another sleepover with Jeremy, to make another great attempt at completing level 9 of Apocalypse of the Damned! Micheal parked in his usual spot, walked down the path and up the steps, and used the key Jeremy gave him years ago to open the door. “Hey Jer, I’m here.” He said while closing the door behind him “Your fingers and thumbs better be ready ‘cause we’re pulling an all nighter!” For a moment the house was silent, that is until Michael heard a noise upstairs. “Jer? You up there?” The house was silent again until Jeremy called downstairs “Yeah.” “Are you ok?” Michael calls out, “Yeah.” Says Jeremy “In fact could come up here and help me out with something?” “Yeah sure ok… I’m coming up.” Michael ran up the stairs confused as to what was going on, and by the time he reached Jeremy’s room he was only more confused. Jeremy’s room was full of cardboard boxes, some were opened with the contents piled on the floor, while most of them were closed and taped up. Jeremy was on the floor unloading a box labeled JEREMY’S X - MEN COMICS. “Whoa, what the hell happened here?” Micheal asked as he entered the box filled bedroom. “Oh, my Dad wants me to clean out my closet for spring cleaning. Apparently it’s a tradition he wants to get into, even though we lived in a perfectly… well… moderately clean house for years, and have been just fine.”
“Well then… I guess you’re too busy for an all nighter attempt at passing level 9.” Michael said as Jeremy dropped the comics he was holding with a surprised jolt. “Ugh no wonder you’re here, ugh I completely forgot Michael I’m so sorry. It’s just that my Dad wants me to have these boxes organized by the time he gets back from a business trip in a couple days, and it already took me the whole day just to go through these few, and I’m not even close to being half-done. Besides you don’t wanna watch me go through boxes all day, you might as well go home.” Jeremy looked up too see Michael staring at him with a warm smile.
“What?”
“I just think it’s cute that my boyfriend is telling me to go home when he clearly needs me.”
“Michael you don’t have to do this, I mean I promised you Apocalypse of the Damned and I failed to deliver.”
“Hey, anything with you is ten times more fun…” Michael sat down next to his boyfriend and placed a kiss on his forehead. “…even if it’s going through your personal shit.” The two boys bursted into laughter as Jeremy pushed Micheal over into more boxes. “Ok then…” said Jeremy as he thought of a job for Michael. “…I guess you could start with that box of photos over there. It’s mostly just photos of us so you can go through them, pick your favourites, and then when you’re finished, bring them to me so I can look at them.” Micheal did as he was told, however on his way to the box he noticed another one labeled JEREMY’S STUFF AGE 5. Micheal definitely knew which box he was supposed to go through now. Micheal took the pair of scissors Jeremy gave him to cut through the tape and open the rather small box. Even though they’ve known each other since kindergarten, Michael thought it’d be fun to take a look at past Jeremy. He opened up the box to reveal lots of stuff, including three children’s books, a teddy bear with a blue bow tie, some photos of Jeremy from when he was 5 years old, some drawings he drew back then, and a weird misshaping lamp with some holes shaped like planets cut into it. “How’s it going over there?” asked Jeremy, startling Michael.
“Uh… um great… really great.”
“Really? How would you know since your looking in the wrong box!”