BMC Oneshots

It'll All Be Okay

"You know he likes Christine right? He's like, hardcore crushing on her."

"What..? But he said..." Realization dawned on Brooke's face and she scrunched up her nose, an angry look replacing it.

"That fucking liar! And I really thought things would work..." Brooke frowned once more, feeling more exhausted than ever.

"Best friends, amiright? One minute they're the most supportive people in the world, then the next they are a backstabbing demon, leaving you behind to be a cooler person," Michael huffed, bitterness laced in his tone.

"Exactly! Staying around Chloe long enough made me realize this, but there isn't anything I can really do," Brooke leaned on Michael's arm, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Hey well, they can fuck off. You deserve so much better than the shit they're pulling."

"You know what...yeah, you're right...Jeremy can fuck off. What he did to you wasn't fair."

Michael chuckled and laid his head on hers. "Do you have a ride?"

"Not anymore..."

"Wanna stay over at my place?"

Brooke smiled and nodded, getting up and helping Michael up. "That would be nice."

Michael grinned and bowed dramatically, holding his hand out to her. "M'lady?"

He heard her giggle and place her hand in his. "My good sir."

Michael lead her out to his car, holding her hand the entire way there.

As chill as Michael looked on the outside, he was panicking on the inside.

He always considered himself gay. He wasn't all that interested in girls before, at least not until now. He's only really had a crush on Jeremy. Nothing big and most definetly it had been Thanos'ed after tonight. However, Brooke was making him feel things he didn't think he could and that was a whole big mess.

It wasn't like those simple petty crushes, oh no, it was more genuine, like he had known her for a long time.

They had talked previously here and there (when no one was around) and hit it off well, why was it all of a sudden hitting him now?

He decided to shove it down for now and actually focus on the task before him.

He got to his car and helped Brooke inside, getting in himself and driving off towards his place.

~•~

Michael helped Brooke get some of his old clothes to wear and he went to change himself, coming back to see Brooke snuggled within his hoodie.

"I've always wanted to know why you wear this so much but holy shit I know why now," she nestled herself deeper in the hoodie, a content, yet tired smile resting on her face.

Michael felt his face heat up and she shrugged, smiling. "You can wear it as long as you want."

"Aww, thanks!"

Michael stuck his tongue out at her and sat down on the bed, laying down. He took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand and closed his eyes, humming a tune quietly.

He felt the bed shift next to him and heard Brooke him along with him.

"Helpless? I didn't take you for a musical kid." Brooke murmured quietly.

"Christine's addiction is contagious."

"True," Brooke yawned and turned, wrapping her arms around him. Michael stiffened before letting himself relax and look down at Brooke.