I'd Pause My Game For You (Michael x Jeremy BMC)

Chapter 4: In the Bathroom

     I ran into the bathroom, crying. I couldn't bare to see him like that. Not anymore. Not with her! I love him, and I can't stop thinking about him. But I can't have him when he's with-

     I punched the wall and punched and punched until my knuckles bled. After, I leaned onto one of the sinks, looking at myself in the mirror. 

     My face was red and wet. I'm so ugly. Why would he love me anyways? I wiped my face, but it just smeared blood all over my cheeks and around my eyes.

     I didn't hear Jeremy slam the door open and run to me. "Michael?! MICHAEL!" He turned me around, holding me by the shoulders. "Oh my God, your face — your hands!!" He held my hands tight, bringing them to the sink. He ran the water on cold and took out bandages from his backpack.

     "What were you thinking?! Do you know how many questions people will be asking you?! Why did you do this?!" I tried to look at him, but my eyes continued to water up. "Michael," his voice was soft, scared, worried...

     "Jeremy... I..." I looked at him as he wiped my eyes. He was tearing up as well. I cupped his face with my hands. I quickly hugged him tight and close, unable to look at him. "I can't stop thinking about you..."

     "W-What...?" Jeremy asked, confused.

     I couldn't tell him I love him! What was I thinking... "How we never have time together anymore. You're always with..." Play it cool, I reminded myself. "Christine..."

     He smiled at me, "Do you wanna get stoned in your basement tonight?"

     I smiled back slightly. "What about your girlfriend? Won't she want to find out that you two are Mimi and Ro-"

     He stopped me before I could say anything. He leaned in quickly but stopped. Our eyes locked, and we stayed like that, faces heated red and eyes locked onto each other. Eternal bliss. This is what I've wanted for the longest time.

     "She won't mind..." He gave me a half-smile, moving away to get some paper towels. "Now, let's fix you up and get you to some weed!" He laughed hard, which made me smile. 

     He wetted the towels and wiped my face, leaving blood on the towels. Holding my face still, focusing on every crevasse of my face. I wonder... Does he... N-no that's stupid!

     "And this time," I grabbed his attention, "No leaving for Christine, okay?"

     He smiled wide, "I promise."

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Hey! Sorry, this is so late guys! I've been asked by my friend to start watching Pretty Little Liars. Even though it's pretty mainstream, I am a sucker for mysteries.