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Michaels mistake [Trans Jeremy, Angst]

I look away, ashamed of myself. Why? Michaels never glared to me like this, and I'm scared that at any moment, he'll bash me up. Like Jake promised to do.

'I've . . . I've been thinking about this moment.' He tilts his head, just so he could get some of his face in my view. His grip on my hand tightens, and he adds 'What I would say to you?'

Michael frowned, wiping a bit of my tears. He bit his lip, and then continued to vent. 'I had this . . . This really pissed off monologue! An epic journey of twelve years of . . . Of friendship!' Michael growled, shuffling away from me . . . Letting go of my hand.

I sniffle, staring at my empty hand.

Michael crossed his arms, staring at me with lines under his eyes. Glaring at me and my hand, he asked 'What?'

I look to up to him, my lip trembling into a small smile. A wave of relief settles over me, sure Michaels pissed at me. But . . . At least I can just . . . See his face . . Without the SQUIP scolding me for turning optive nerve blocking off. I miss seeing Michaels face, and I miss being in his embrace.

I sniffle, big fat tears rolling down my face as I smile. I know, I'm pathetic. But I just . . It's just . .

'It just really good to see you, man . .' I smile, feeling my cheeks heat up.

Michael doesn't respond for a bit, his hands tighten around his arms as he blinks. He frowns, his expression less pissed off. 'It won't be, once you hear what I found out.'

I wipe my tears, since he won't do it for me. I sit on the tub, stammering 'Found out?'

I want to feel comforted by Michael, all of these events have turned me upside down and right now I want him to cuddle me and reassure me that every little thing is gonna be alright.

'About. .' He taps his head.

I dart my eyes, he wants to talk about the SQUIP. . . Can we like, not though?. . .

'How. . There's nothing on t-the internet—' I try to speak, but apparently he had the right to interrupt me.

(I try to speak but nobody can hEERE-)

'Which is weird, right?!' He growled, slamming his hands on the tub as he sat down with me on the edge. I flinch, as he continues 'I mean, what's not on the internet?!' He glares to me, continuing to vent. 'So I started asking around, and finally! This guy I play Warcraft with, told me how his brother went from a straight D student to a freshman at Harvard!'

I gulp, Michaels loud. I don't like this.

Michaels voice softens, as he asks 'Do you know where he is now?'

Definitely not where I am, unhappy, missing Michael. Scared, confused. Wanting cuddles instead of being yelled at every millisecond.

I gulp, 'Really happy and s-successful?

Michael glared to me, making me shrink. And feel small.

'He's in a mental hospital. He totally lost it.' Michael growled, leaning forward and telling me this information.

I blink, well at least he didn't get almost-sort-of-rapped. And almost-bashed-up. I think.