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Michael was spending the night at Jeremy’s for the weekend. Nothing new for the pair, of course.
They had just shut off Apocalypse Of The Damned.. Level 9, still. And they were about to get ready to sleep.
Well, to be fair, there wasn’t much ‘ Getting ready ’ to even do. The two boys always had slept in whatever outfit they wore that day.
They always wore super comfortable clothes anyway, so there wasn’t much of a need for pajamas.
And, they were always far too tired to do anything at that point.. Or they just had undiagnosed ADHD like Christine keeps suggesting.
What does she know?
Besides.. the fact that she.. has ADHD herself..?
He and Jeremy always shared a bed. Mainly because they were too lazy to ask one of their parents for an air mattress, and also over thunk about it too much. They didn’t want to be a bother.
Michael assumed that if you asked Jeremy how he felt sharing a bed with his best friend at age 16, he’d probably go on a full blown rant about it was not gay, and that sharing a bed with your bro (and maybe cuddling on bad nights, or just feeling like it) was COMPLETELY normal.
And straight.
And hetero.
Not to mention, Jeremy said ‘no homo’ when they were, like, 13. So that cancels out any sort of assumed gayness that happens between him and Michael, clearly.
Soooooo.. Checkmate, liberals!
Michael glooms at the thought that, well, that's what Jeremy really does think. Sharing your bed with your best bro every night he’d come over and vise versa was a normal friend thing.
It clawed at Michael to have to share a bed with his big fat gay crush almost everyday. He was practically in love with Jeremy – Oh god, was he?!
But, hey, he wasn’t complaining.. That much.
They crawled into bed, sitting against Jeremy’s poster and vinyl covered wall. They weren’t all that tired yet, so they just.. Kinda stared into the pitch black room until one of them laid down.
This happened a lot – so much, to the point that it didn’t need to be communicated.
Jeremy perks up.
“Right, uh.. S-Sorry being kinda down today.. The Squi–”
Michael cuts him off by putting his hand on his shoulder, and scootching closer to him on the bed.
“..You don’t need to– uh– explain yourself. It’s okay.”
Jeremy leans into Michaels touch with a sweet smile, wrapping his arm around Michael’s torso, now mirroring him, and sitting his head on Michael’s shoulder. Michael putting his on the top of Jeremy’s.
Michael lets his hand find Jeremy’s wrist, lifting his bright blue cardigan sleeve, brushing his thumb on his scars. Scalded into Jeremy from The Squip times. From when he’d be literally shocked if he did any of the things that made him.. Him.
Michael couldn’t understood why anyone would want to change him, including Jeremy himself.
Jeremy would always fix his glasses by pushing them from the middle, and not the side, like a dork.
Jeremy would always stutter and stammer over his words when nervous.
Jeremy would ramble to Michael about how bad a new update to his favorite game was, and how it was ‘better in the past’.
Jeremy was always clingy whenever he was sad.
Jeremy was perfect.
Michael moved his arm away from Jeremy’s and back to his torso, giving him a slight squeeze. Jeremy squeezed Michael back in response.
“..You’re my favorite person.. You know that, right?” Jeremy finished the sentence with a low chuckle, with no real humor behind it.
“I–..” Michael felt his face start to heat up.
“I-It’s... Uh.. It’s true.”
“Me too, Jeremy.”
That’s what was supposed to come out.
Instead what happened was “Y-You don’t know.. What y-you’re saying..” like an idiot.
And, to further exaggerate the accidental point of “I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU AND HAVE BEEN FOR FIVE YEARS”, he slightly pulls away from the touch and looks away from Jeremy. With an expression Michael guesses to be extremely flushed.
Why the fuck did he say that??
“I.. Uh– I– Uhm– Sorry.. Uh–” Jeremy takes a moment to clear his throat and also lean away from Michael.
Their friendship is over. It’s ruined. Gone. Poof! Does Micheal make a run for it?? Does he just face it?? Should he make a joke and try to defuse the–
“I.. I do, A-Actually.. I thi– I hope. ”
What
“What?”
“Ar-Are you saying what I think you are..?” Michael continues, looking back at him. Cliché as shit, but what else was he supposed to say?
“U-Uh.. Yeah.” Jeremy utters with his voice barely above a whisper.
Uh.
What the hell does he even do??
Michael opts for “Ah.. Uh.. Me too.” Really?? That's what he said?? It could’ve been so much???? Better??? Ugh.
Then they just.. Stared.. At eachother, flushed.
“F-For how long?” Jeremy says shakily.
“Don’t make fun of me, but– Uh– F-Five.. years.. now..?”
“H-Holy shit. ” Jeremy giggles.
“I said don’t make fun of me!” Michael playfully slaps Jeremy’s shoulder.
“Sorry! I just..” Jeremy pauses to take a deep breath. “I just– I Recently figured it out.. ‘Cause of Christine.”
“..She always teases us about that, huh?”
“Yeah..”
The two then fell into a comfortable silence. Stealing glances every once and a while.
“So uh.. What does this mean for us, then?” Michael carefully says.
“..Does it have to have a label..? I-I don’t think I.. Yeah..”
“..I get that.”
Michael then puts his head on Jeremy’s shoulder, shutting his eyes. Jeremy responses by wrapping his arm around Michael’s torso yet again, also closing his eyes.
They soon fall asleep in eachothers embrace.
- - -
Jeremy wakes up in Michael’s arms, they clearly moved around a lot in their sleep.
Jeremy sat up, stretched and checked his phone, time showing to be around 9 in the morning. Michael seeming to still be asleep.
He gazed at Michael with a warm smile, then laid down again, this time facing him.
He lifted his hand to Michael’s cheek, brushing a strand that had landed over his eye.
Jeremy’s face must’ve looked smitten .
But he didn’t care.
All he could currently care about was Michael .
Jeremy cuddled up into Michael’s chest, shutting his eyes once again, and drifting off.