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[Michael cruised the hallway, a hand in his hoodie pocket as he sang along to Whitney.]
He had a slushie in his other hand, just coming back from lunch.
For lunch, he had eaten come sushi from the nearby market.
And just as he started to wonder where Jeremy was, he remembered after the incident he spent most of his time with Christine.
Michael sighed sadly before wandering across the field towards the bleachers, where he took a seat and a long slurp from his slushie.
He remembered before, Jeremy would always ask him to come to his place and play Apocalypse of the Damned, and how they could never beat level nine, “Good times.” Michael
thought sadly.
[The hoodie-clad male jumped as a small robin landed on the chair in front of him; all animals reminded Michael of his friend, due to the latter commonly being insulted with the word ‘furry’.]
Michael decided to text Jeremy, maybe he would want to come over later and play Apocalypse of the Damned, maybe even [make out] finish the game, he blushed at the thought; Wondering why the hell he said that to himself.
[Who was he kidding? He was gay as fuck, might as well accept it; although he had been a pining mess for months, Michael just couldn’t steel himself to tell his friend how he felt; What if their fifty-year long friendship came to an end?]
He still decided to text him, even though he was probably going to say something stupid.
‘Hey M. U up to AOTD? We stil havnt beat level 9 yet.’
Jeremy[♥️]- “ srry got plans w/ christine, mby tmrw?”
[Michael slouched back against the wall, mood falling as he himself slid to the floor; he scrolled up, and all that could be seen was Jeremy’s excuses for not being able to come over; ‘Sorry, on a date w/ Christine,’ ‘Sorry, later? Christine’s round,’ and ‘Sor bro maybe tomorrow.’ Michael was positive that tomorrow would never come.]
‘Maybe I should really consider finding some [one else to pine for] other friends’ Michael told himself jokingly, but seriously, why the fuck was this other part of his head [so gay?!] telling him these things? [it’s me, the all-eternal Squip]
Michael looked up at a knock on his door.
[the authors [no it was just slush, my kween] realised Michael was on the bleachers and Slushie incorrectly teleported Michael to his house, but frankly this is a crac fic and they dont give a shit[e].]
He walked to the front wondering “It can't be Jeremy, he’s with Christine.”
Michael swung the door open, an anxious look on his face.
It was someone he’s never seen before [your mom], yet something about him seemed familiar [squip]. The male was tall, and [gay] had platinum-blonde hair [AWW U USED MY DESIGN] with brown underneath, Michael [is an idiot] just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was…[AMISS-] off… about him.
‘Hey.’ The taller male grinned, baring sharp canine teeth, a blinding white; ‘Michael Mell?’
“Uh…Yes?” Michael was stunned, how did he know his name?!
“Oh I believe we’ve met before” Squip said, adding a light chuckle at the end, Michael was really this clueless? But of course he had to cut him some slack, Squip was in Jeremy’s head, not Michael’s.
“H-h-how?!?” Michael had never been so confused in his life.
[Squip merely smiled and started to walk in Michael’s house, up the stairs, and into Michael’s bedroom.]
Michael stumbled behind Squip, questioning how the fuck he got upstairs so quickly, and even better, was he stoned?
“No, you are not stoned, Michael.”
“HOW ARE YOU READING MY THOUGHTS!?!” Michael was truly flummoxed.
Squip gave a chuckle before saying, “Because i’m Jeremy’s Squip”
Michael was skeptical, but that didn’t last long. Michael decided to text Jeremy and tell him why this was happening.
Squip knew Michael would do this, he rolled his eyes, (thinking Michael would know better) and short-circuited Michael’s phone before he could even finish his password.
“MY PHONE!” Michael yelled. He threw his phone down and stared at Squip.
“Now if you hush for a moment, I can explain myself,”
Michael just kept staring, wondering why or how this was happening.
“Thank you.” Squip paused, thinking on how he should phrase this to Michael. After all, he wanted to take full advantage of the situation.
“Michael, I am aware that you seem to be having some sort of [gay panic] dilemma, right?”
Michael nodded, still in disbelief. He was starting to think that this was a dream.
“Even if I am, why should I trust you?”
“Well, Jeremy got what he wanted, didn’t he? [ass]”
Michael took a moment before answering [the sexy man before him], “Yeah, Christine.”
“Yeah, but under the fact that you caused all that crap that happened five months ago”
Squip [simped] smiled, “But he still got [ChristIiIiiIne CanigulAaAaaAa] Christine.”
Michael couldn’t argue, Jeremy did get what he asked for.
But, it wasn’t like he was going to just ask Squip for help, it was still a bullshitty thing that he did.
“I’m not offering my help, I’m giving it to you. [KINKY]”
“I-”
“And it’s not a take or leave situation, just take [even more kinky].” Squip put a more serious tone at the end, it sent chills down Michael’s spine. And considering what Squip did to his phone, Michael decided to play along; And who knows? Maybe Squip could help Michael get his friend back, maybe even more[*grin*].
Michael realized how selfish that was.
But for the time being, he really didn’t care, and he let himself blush as he thought about Jeremy. Maybe one day he’d be Michael’s...
Squip smiled, he could now finally get control of Jeremy’s school again.
And this time, he would not fail.
[alert: he failed]
***
Michael was still [gay] not letting his guard down, who knows what Squip was up to?
“So you want Jeremy [full stop] to socialize [fuck] with you more?”
“Yes.” On the way to school Michael had told Squip this at least nine times, it was starting to get irritating.
“Hmm, just making sure.” Squip said with a smirk on his face,
“Well you made sure like, ten [twenty five,, actually] times now?”
“I know, I just like seeing you blush every time.” Squip burst out laughing before Michael even got a chance to respond. [ha kinda gay]
“WAit, WHAT!?” Michael covered his face [omg stop before I ship it] , hoping no one saw that.
[‘I said I liked seeing you blush. Is there a problem with that?’ Squip retorted, mock aggressiveness lilted throughout his tone.
Michael merely made a face, brushing off his hurt pride and also- the Pride patch on his hoodie sleeve.]
Then Michael felt someone put a hand on his [ass] shoulder,
“Hey Michael, what's up?”
It was Jeremy [Queere, resident loser and homosexual],
Michael didn’t turn around, knowing that there was still red on his face.
“Heyy [shishterzz] , heh, how’s it going?” Michael said awkwardly.
“It’s all going to plan, Jeremy will ask you to eat lunch with him. It is imperative that you say yes.”
“Okay?” Michael accidentally said aloud.
“Uh? Whatever, anyways, do you want to eat lunch on the bleachers?”
“What about Christine? Michael snapped, in a rather rude tone, “Err, sorry.”
[Don't be sorry. Assert dominance]
“ She told me I should… Uh… Nevermind. Just you and me, yeah”
“Okay.” Michael finally turned around, “See you there.”
[Squip nodded, satisfied, before folding his arms behind his back and strolling beside Michael in the other direction as Jeremy wandered off.]
Jeremy wondered what Michael was blushing about.