Musical Crap and stuff

I got bored

PLEASE SUGGEST THINGS IN THE COMMENTS  

JEREMY'S P.O.V. 

     I woke up at 9 in the morning because my phone was ringing. Who the fuck would call me at 9 in the morning on a Saturday? I look at the caller ID, oh of course, it's Michael. I'm not angry just annoyed that it's 9 a.m. on a Saturday. I pick up anyway.

     "Dude, it's 9 in the morning what do you want?"

     "Wow, rude. Get up. I'm bored and sick and I need friends. A friend."

     "Aww... I'm your only friend."

     "And I'm your only friend. Hurry up and get over here I'm bored." He said then hung up. I guess I have no choice but to go now.

     I get up and get dressed. And because I have no car I have to walk to Michael's. It's bound to be cold so I grab my sweater and start heading to his house. The walk isn't that long but it does get boring walking by yourself with no background noise. It's also extra boring because it's early and cold so everything feels longer. 

     When I get to his house I don't bother knocking on the door. I walk in and head straight to Michael's room in the basement. He is sitting in the lounge area of the basement really close to the TV screen playing AOTD. He's so focused he didn't here me come downstairs so I sneak up behind him and jump on to his back, which is uncomfortable because he is siting but it was funny. 

     "What was that for? Jere you got me killed."

     I just laughed but stayed on his back. "Why did you call me in the first place?"

     "Again I'm sick and was bored."

     "Cute." I said.

     "What?" He asked whilst his face turned red.

     "Cute." I said again not ignoring the fact that I like him or that his face turned red. Again.

     "No, I heard you I just don't know what you mean."

     "You called your only friend, me, at 9 in the morning because you were sick and lonely. How adorable." I said putting my head on his shoulder looking to the side a bit watching his whole face go red. 

     "I-I didn't say- I didn't say lonely I said bored."

     "Same difference." I whispered and I think he finally understood what was going on. He turned around and looked at me. I've known he's liked me for a while I'm not stupid he flirts too much. And I guess I've liked him for a while also so... Anyway because I was on his back he was really close when he turned around and couldn't help but blush and it was really cute. 

     "What are you doing?"

     "What am I doing? I'm not necessarily sure. But if I was going to say something about what I'm doing it'd be dropping so many hints its ridiculous."

     "What why?"

     "How sick are you?" I asked.

     "Just a headache and a stuffy nose. Why?"

     "Worth it." I said and Michael had a confused look on his face until I leaned in and he did too.

      I honestly wasn't surprised he leaned in too. I would've been surprised if he didn't. When our lips touched I couldn't help but feel as if this should've happened a long time ago. And for some un-godly-known reason his lips taste so fucking good. And you know sometimes I hate that people have to breath because what felt like hours had also felt like a millisecond at the same time and I wish it didn't have to stop. 

     "Woah." Michael said I just looked back at him and smiled I know both o our faces are probably red. "Did you happen to see if my moms were home yet?"

     "Their cars weren't here."

     "Good enough for me." He said leaning in and kissing me again. 

!#$%^&^%$&(&^%^&* I'll let you take that where you want it to go.

Please suggest things to write

I'll even write another book if its too long for a one-shot

alright peace patos