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Michael was sitting in his bedroom with his best friend, Jeremy.
They were playing some lame, cheap, shabby Super Mario Brothers rip-off on Michael’s surprisingly large flat screen TV, while snacking on Mountain Dew Code Red. Ever since the Squip it had become some sort of comfort food for the pair
It was the usual life of Jeremy and Michael.
going over to one of their houses, playing games, eating junk food, and jokingly shit talking eachothers playing style, an–
Jeremy suddenly paused the game and turned to him with an unreadable expression (probably cause it was like four in the morning and everything ever is unreadable at that time but)
“Uh– Michael..”
“..Yeah, Jere?”
A pause.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
what
“What?”
“I thought I just should’ve, like.. Told you? Like, everytime we’re together my stomach gets all prickly– Whenever you get close to me my– my heart rate spikes and I can feel my face heat up and– like– again my stomach does like a flippy thing– and– I always– Like, whenever I’m with you it’s like there's no where else I’d rather be–”
Wait, what the fuck??
What
What the fuck?
What the fuck.
His best friend, who he’s been pining over for five years now, just confessed his undying love for him on a random ass tuesday at four in the morning.
“Jeremy..” Michael said, hoping that his face looked, you know, happy.
Michael forgot Jeremy is autistic.
“I– I’m sorry. I–.. I thought that that's what you’re s’pposed to do when you love someone?” Jeremy said with a slightly hurt expression.
Jeremy slightly lifted himself off the edge of Michael’s bed to leave.
“Wait– Uh- Stay!” Michael hurried to say while tightly snagging on Jeremy’s jacket cuff.
“I–..” Jeremy then sighed and dropped back down on Michael’s comforter with his head tilted down and his hands on his knees.
Jeremy continued. “I know you dont feel the same way–” He paused to clear his throat. “I’ve just made things awkward between us– I’m sorry.”
“No– Jeremy I-I absolutely feel the same way– I was just surprised– Uh–” Michael sheepishly studdered out.
“Wait– Huh?!” Jeremy scootched over to Michael while blushing madly. “Wait– But– uh– For how long?”
Michael took a deep breath. “U-Uhm.. S-Since we were- uh– Eleven…?”
Then they just kinda.. Stared at eachother nervously. Waiting for the other to say something.
“So– what now..?” Jeremy perked up.
“Uh– C-Can we- like– Kiss?” Michael stammered.
Jeremy flushed a deep red. “Oh.. U-Uhjahm– Y-Y-Yeah hh, . .,”
They leaned into eachother slowly (Way too slow for it to actually be romantic) with their eyes glued shut. Jeremy’s face was slightly scrunched up while Michael was trying to be as chill as possible.
Jeremy’s hand migrated to the back of Michael’s head and his other to his side, while Michael had his hands on an awkward middle spot between Jeremy’s mid torso and hips.
Their lips met, and it was..
Horrible. Their teeth clacked, their noses slightly bumped and Michael’s glasses got in the way. It was extremely clear that neither of them had any idea of what to do.
But, it WAS still the best thing they had ever felt. They were still kissing eachother. And that was better then anything ever!!
They both never wanted to pull away, but alas, element number 8 on the periodic table existed. They needed to, like, breathe. Shocker, I know.
There was a long pause before either of them decided to speak up
“So– Uh–” Michael murmured. It wasn’t anything important, but at least something was said..?
“I– Uhm.. Yeah.. It’s getting really late. Can we sleep..? And.. M-Maybe ditch the air mattress..?” Jeremy said with a timid look in his eye.
“..Jere, is this your way of asking to cuddle..?”
“Shut up!” Jeremy half-shouts while playfully shoving Michael, and he in response gives an affectionate eye roll.
Michael lends a hand out to him to lead him to the side of the bed. They’ve done this a million times before, but when Jeremy takes it, Michael can’t help but feel a spark run through him that makes him have to fight the urge to smile.
He loses.
Jeremy climbs into his bed with him and sinks down to Michael’s chest, and wraps his arms around him, in which Michael reciprocates pretty much immediately.
They kinda have to talk about what this meant for them tomorrow, but neither of them could care.