●°•~Boyf Riends Oneshots~•°● (ON HOLD)

I love you, too.

Tw: Self harm and mentions of abuse

Michael was really starting to get concerned.

Jeremy has been late before, but never this late.

He asked to use the restroom and snuck to an abandoned classroom.

The place has posters on the inside, and they hooked a PS4 up to the tv that was in the classroom when the found it. They even had a minifridge full of snacks.

He sat down and called Jeremy.

"Hello?" The voice he heard sounded broken and muffled, nothing like his Jeremy.

"Jer? What's wrong, are you okay?"

"I-I'm s-s-sick.." He stuttered.

"And I d-don't w-want to see Chr-Christine.."

"Jer, why?"

"Sh-she.. She broke up w-with me.."

"Oh, Jer.. I'm coming over."

"M-Micha, you have class."

"I don't care about class."

"B-but.. Mikey.."

"No buts. I'm coming over."

Michael then hung up, hopping a fence and booking it to his PT Cruiser.

Jeremy looked in fear at his wrist.

He can't see me like this..

He quickly wrapped some bandages around his wrist and threw the razor blades into the trash.

Right as he made it back to his bed, Michael ran in.

"Jer!!"

Michael sat next to Jeremy immediately, wrapping his arms around the taller boy.

"I'm so sorry about you and Christine."

"It's okay. Better for her. I wasn't good enough for her.. Or anyone.. To love." He let out a broken laugh.

"Jer, you're more then good enough. You're kind, funny, smart, beautiful.. Dude, you're perfect. You've always been. I mean, hell, I've been crushing on you for years!"

"Y-you.. what..?" Jeremy's face went scarlet.

"Shit.. Shouldn't have said that.."

"N-no! Micha, it's okay.. 'Cause.. Well, Christine didn't treat me the best.. And.. I kind of realized I didn't love her.. then I realized I did love someone, and umm.."

"Who.. was it?"

"You.."

Michael had heard enough.

He grabbed Jeremy's wrists, using them to help pull himself up, and kissed Jeremy.

During the kiss, however, he felt something leaking onto his hand.

He pulled away and looked at his hand.

Blood.

Jeremy's expression went from loving to terrified.

"Jer.."

He layed Jeremy's forearm over his thigh as Jeremy's eyes filled with tears.

Michael didn't even need to unwrap the bandages.

"J-Jer.. why.."

"I'm so s-sorry, Micha.."

"Baby, let me clean them. Okay?"

Jeremy hesitated as Michael slowly started to unwrap the bandages.

Jeremy pulled his arms away. "N-no!!"

Michael's eyes filled with tears. "Jer, please."

Jeremy reluctantly gave in.. He couldn't stand to see Michael like that.

Michael unwrapped the bandage, letting out a gasp.

"God, Jer.. You cut hella deep.."

~Time skip brought to you by the 3 anxiety attacks I had today~

"There. All better."

Jeremy looked at Michael.

"Mikey.. What does this make us?"

"Huh?"

"W-well.. I said I like you, and you kissed me.. So what does this mean for us?"

"I.. Well, uhh.." Michael was blushing.

"I-I guess we're actually 'boyf-riends' now."

"Yeah.. Do we have to, like, do stuff?"

"Ooh.. Special stuff~?" Michael said this in a seductive tone, which made Jeremy's face go dark red.

"Y-you know what I mean!!"

Michael chuckled.

"Only if you want to."

"Well, I kinda liked kissing you..." Jeremy's voice trailed off.

Michael smirked. "Well, I liked kissing you, too."

He then kissed Jeremy yet again.

Before he went farther, he asked Jeremy.

"Do you.. Want to..?" He said, his face going red yet again.

"Oh, um, I.. I don't know if I'm ready, oh god.. N-no, I'm sorry, please don't get mad at me like she did.."

"Who? Christine? Jer, what did she do?"

He looked at Michael with fear. He couldn't speak.

"S-she.. I.."

Michael wrapped his arms around Jeremy.

"Shh.. It's okay. You don't have to talk about it."

Jeremy nodded.

"Hey, Jer?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Michael had said this before, but platonically. Christine had said this before, but it didn't feel right.

But this.. How Michael said it..

He knew this was true love.

"I love you, too."

This has been done for almost a week, idk why I didn't publish it.