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

Chapter 15: Confess!

     As I entered school on Monday and headed to my locker, I saw Jeremy taking off a large coat and stuffing it into his locker. His cheeks were flushed and nose red from sniffling. I smiled nervously, heading over to him and wrapping my arm around his waist and whispering in his ear, "Hey... how are you?" I smiled a little in worry.

     I saw his eyes widen and go back to normal in a matter of seconds. When he realized it was me, he looked around quickly, checking to see if the coast was clear. When he saw it was so, he pushed me into a locker. Pain ran through my back and head; I stared at him, blushing as he placed his hands on each side next to me.

     He was panting at his action. He looked back at me, his eyes widening again and taking his hands away from me. He looks down, cheeks red, making me worried. I place my hand on his cheek, making him look up at me. He apologizes, "Sorry. Can we talk, somewhere? Alone?" The first bell rang, and I nodded at him.

     We sat in my car for almost fifteen minutes, silent. I could feel him looking at me, but I didn't have the strength to look at him. Instead, I looked down at my phone, reading some fanfiction by rickyblitzz on Wattpad. She recently updated her sequel to "Snapchat," called "Delivered," so I decided to read it. I put my phone down, though, seeing it got our conversation nowhere.

     I sighed inaudibly and looked to him, staring into his deep eyes as he inched closer to me. I snapped out of it, though, when he spoke my name.

     "Yes, Jeremy?" I asked with the same soft tone he used moments prior. I was nervous more than anything. I didn't want things to be weird between us.

     He sat on the backseat next to me, criss-cross, facing me. "What's up with us?"

     I knew this would eventually happen... I would eventually have to tell him how I truly felt about him. Even if he wouldn't accept.

     He chuckled, making me regain my focus onto him. I tilted my head with complete question. He looked to his legs, blushing slight pink. "It's funny. We make out AFTER I stop liking you..."

     I stare at him, blinking wildly. "I-I'm sorry. What?!" I stutter, my voice growing in intensity. I want to strangle and hug him at the same time. He couldn't have...

      He looked up at me. I could feel the heat radiate off my face, making him smile. "Yeah, I used to have this huge crush on you when we first met. You were... are adorable and kind and sweet to me. No one actually ever cared about me, who weren't old people in my family." That made both of us giggle. "Even now," he began to speak again, blushing more, "You are still all of those things, no matter how annoying I get."

     I lose instinct and grab his shoulders, pulling him close to me. We are less than a lip distance away and I can feel his minty breath rush onto my skin. IT gives me chills. I stare into his eyes firmly. "You are anything but annoying! You are beautiful and amazing and cool and fun and so amazing." He smiles at my rambling, making me look down, more heat radiating off my body.

     I sigh, looking back at him through the corner of my eye. "I just... wish there was a way I could prove it to you."

     He chuckled, cupping my head in his hand, turning it to look at him. "You don't have to." He giggles, mumbling almost inaudibly, "I love you for your rambles. It's when you're the most honest..."

     I stared at him more, dumbfounded. Did he just- I don't think he noticed...

     But my stupid mouth got in the way.

     "Y-You love me?" I asked, my eyes looking over to the boy. He stares back, blushing.

     Of course, he didn't realize he said that you stupid stupid fucking great! I thought to myself. I scooted back a little, blushing mad and looking down. "S-S-SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO-"

     He put his hand to his forehead, pushing his soft, dark brown hair up, looking to the side. "Shit... I didn't think I would ever actually tell you..."

     I saw his face tear up, which made my heart pump faster.

     The one thing I always hated witnessing was my best friend and biggest crush, Jeremy Heere, cry. It would break my heart to see him sobbing anyplace at anytime. Even if I was pissed at him, I would feel guilty for making him cry.

      Tears fell onto his cheeks like glistening raindrops. I quickly came close to him to hold him in my arms. "I-I mean, why would-d-d someon-ne like you e-ever love m-me? I'm j-j-just an unc-cool asshole who is awk-kward a-and doesn't know h-how to mak-k-ke up his f-fucking mind ab-bout anything-g and-"

     "SHUT UP!" I yelled to him, my eyes starting to well up. "You have no idea what that feels like! At least you didn't see the person you love fall in love with someone else! It's absolute torture, and the worst part is that you can't say anything because you don't want to hurt their feelings!" I sink into myself, sobbing all too much.

     His blue eyes were staring at me with curiosity and slight fear, due to my reaction. "W-What?" He stuttered.

     I looked up at him, I bit my lip. Shit...

     "I love you, Jeremy Heere."

     I grab his hand as he interlocks our fingers. My face becomes a crimson and my eyes dart from our hands—now inter joined—to his face, smiling like an idiot. An amazing idiot.

     Eventually, we were back to being mesmerized by each other's features. He always had a small dimple on his right cheek that would always catch my attention every few seconds.

     He sighed, giggling. I tilted my head with question. We connected foreheads, making me smile like an idiot. We looked into each other's eyes.

     "I love you, Michael Mell."

     My eyes lit up in amazement and wonder. I had never been happier in my life since the day I met Jeremy in second grade. I never thought he would ever actually be mine, but I realize now that he has had the same feelings as me. We both began to tear up, wiping away each other's tears and smiling.

     Eventually, after all the giggling and slight crying, I leaned in close, and he made up the distance. This kiss was not like the others. Not hot and passionate, but more romantic and soft and sweet.

     I love no one else, but this boy right here, in front of me.

     And now I know he loves me too.

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