fix {meremy hell/boyf riends oneshots}

okay,

Light trigger warning! Referenced abuse and a "shutting off feelings" sort of vibe. Please don't read if it ain't your cup of tea.

Maybe everything wasn't okay.

Maybe it wasn't okay when Jeremys mom left.

Maybe it wasn't okay when Michael would come to school with brusies.

The world wasn't okay.

But it was theirs. 

It was their world when they were together.

A piece of happiness and innocent passion that was just for them.

Together, some things would be okay again.

...

Jeremy Heere was 13 years old when he had figured something out.

He loved Michaels smile.

Sometimes it was small and timid.

Or large and goofy.

And rarely, genuine and happy.

But he loved every single one that would crack on his best friends face. 

Maybe it wasn't okay to think about his best friend like that.

Like something to love more than a best friend.

So.

click

It was off.

...

Michael was 15 when he realized that he loved Jeremy's voice. 

Sure, it was squeaky sometimes but it was the voice that was underneath that sounded like gold.

It was rough, like Michaels favorite singer, Declan Mckenna.

Bright, like the lights of shared video game marathons from the tv. 

And sweet, like the brownies they would make every year for Jeremy's birthday.

As his father would say, it wasn't right to think of boys that way.

Michael should be thinking about his future maybahay, not a silly boy!

But to Michael, Jeremy wasn't just a boy.

He was Jeremiah Heere.

His best friend.

His one and only that made life better.

That made livivng with his dad better.

Made everything...

okay.

tape

It was taped into a box

shoved to the back of his mind

and never 

touched

ever

again.

...

Okay?

...

Okay.

Waddup waddup. Happy Holidays you nerds. Hope you have better plans than me! This one was real short, mostly because now i'm working on that BE MORE CHILL/BOOK OF MORMON au and that's taking a lot of my time. Thanks for the two people who said they would most likely read it. I used tagalog once again, please feel free to correct me if that is not the correct word. I try to back it up through multiple sites but again, YOU CAN'T TRUST EVERYTHING YOU SEE ON THE INTERNET. This one was a lot like most of my poem works so i'm sorry if poetry ain't your style. Always feel free to DM any ideas, suggests, or just to scream at me. 

happy holidays