my bro(Boyf riends)

the one where michael channels dr. phil

micheal pov

    "Who closes the door when the bus driver gets off?" I shifted blearily in the beanbag.
    "Yes." Jeremy replied as he too shifted in his blue beanbag to face me. I nodded in response as he took another hit. After coming home, Jeremy and I had gotten stoned to kingdom come, which in hindsight might not have been the best of ideas, considering Jeremy's mental state.
    "Dude, take it easy." Jeremy ignored me as he took an extra long drag of the weed.
    "Nah man, I'm good."
    "I don't think so." I said ruefully as I took away the blunt. Jeremy pouted in response.
    "But Mikeeyyy!" He whined. "I need to get high so that I can forget about my fucked love life!" He rolled around on the beanbag as if to prove a point.
    "That's enough weed for you." I peeled myself off of my red bag and went to put the weed away.
    "You're no fun." He crossed his arms after pushing himself up to sit with his legs crossed. I turned to face him.
    "You should just tell her, man." I offered. "You can't keep lying to her and to yourself by staying together. You'll be doing her a favor as well as yourself one."
    "I can't." He croaked. He looked up at me, his blue eyes suddenly vulnerable.
    "When you first got with Christine, how did you feel when you were with her?"
    "I felt really, really happy. And I felt these insane butterflies. And every time she smiled..." he trailed off, staring into the distance.
    "And now, how do you feel when you're with her?" He paused, his blue eyes suddenly meeting mine.
    "Guilty. And awful. And guilty."
    "Why?" I was closer now, on top of my bean bag. I could see all the small flecks of grey in his eyes.
    "Because......because I don't love her anymore."
    "Case closed." He exhaled shakily and closed his eyes, slumping back onto the blue beanbag.
    "Why are you so good at this?"
    "A lot of Dr.Phil mostly. Also fan fiction."
    "You're such a dork."
    "Well, you're a geek."
    "I know."