Random BMC Drabbles

The Play and the aftermath... but boyf riends

•Authors note!•

This is 500% inspired by "The play boyf riends version" animatic by trash shipper compulsive; now c-c-come on, lets go!!

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"Y0U D0N'T WANT T0 DR1NK THAT, JEREMY!" The squip yelled in desperation.

"Why not?!" I screeched, but before the heard the sound of glass shattering and a loud thump of somebody hitting the ground. In fear, I whipped around, only to see Michael clutching his head with one hand, while the other clamped around is mouth, and the shattered remains of the beaker and Mountain Dew were spilled in front of him; as the squip laughed, all I could do was watch in horror as Michael sat there in agony, having all his flaws spat at him by the damn pill.

...until I heard a familiar melody fall from his lips, one I'd heard Christine sing before; and it hurt to hear how broken and hollow he sounded.

"Say there's this person that you always new so well..."

BUT HE'LL NEVER BE 1NT0 Y0U!

The glitched out voices of the students mocked Michael, who had already started crying. Michael liked a guy? That he knew well? Why didn't he tell me?

"Our friendship meant the whole world to me, but I know... he's always the guy that I'm totally into... I'm the guy that he'll never be into..."

The students echoed him, and with each line Michael looked more and more broken; I couldn't blame him. Had his crush really been that bad? I wish I had known... Michael looked at me, and I felt my heart shatter as he sang under his breath.

"You're the guy I have always been into; Jeremy, I love you..." he broke off with a sob, and finally I understood; Michael had loved me all this time... and all I could think about was Christine, and myself. And even after I was selfish, after he broke, he still came back for me... I felt a fluttering in my chest at the thought of how much Michael meant to me, and I realized that I'd been chasing after the wrong person for so long, and it was too late.

"1t's never t00 late, Jeremy;" The crackling in the squips voice was gone, and he called out his command code, causing Michael to sit up, his eyes glowing a bright red, and wiring patterns trailing from his eyes; he had a sickeningly sweet smile, and I hated how warm it made me feel, to see him back at peace, even if it was fake. "Y0u can have h1m, y0u kn0w, 1t's y0ur cue."

I took a deep breath as Michael walked over to me, his hands resting around my waist, and it felt so... right. "He'll do whatever I ask?" The Squip confirmed with a nod and a smirk, and I used the last of my willpower to hand Michael the Mountain Dew Red. "Drink this."

"Jeremy, n0! TH1NK AB0UT WHAT Y0U'RE SACR1F1C1NG!" It scrambled, but it was too late.

Michael drank it all.

"How do you feel..?" I asked hesitantly, he had an eyebrow quirked up, as his squip marks dulled.

"I feel... AGH!" He cried out in pain as his squip left with a big bolt of electricity, and soon, one by one, all the other students dropped with a shout, including me; the only thing else I remember was Christine's yelp of fear when she came backstage, and the Squip desperately calling out to me in Japanese before everything went black.

~~skip to a few days later~~

I pried my eyes open with some effort as the searing white of the hospital lights filled my eyes. Wait... how did I end up in the hospital?

"Confuthed, huh?" Said the person beside me, and I nearly jumped out of my hospital bed with a screech, causing them to laugh. "Relaxth, tall ath, it'th jutht me!"

Tall ass? Is that.. "Rich?" I looked to my right to confirm my guess, and it was Rich, burn scars littering his arms and face. "Holy shit dude, how long have you been here? How long have /I/ been here?! Where's everyone else?! And... what's with the lisp?"

Rich snorted at my panic, but answered me. "I've been in here for a couple weekth for phythical therapy, you've been here for maybe a four dayth, everyone elthe hath woken up by now, and I've alwayth had my lithp, my... you know what jutht alwayth hid it." I nodded, processing everything; it made sense that he didn't even wanna mention that stupid toaster. "Your friend Hath been vithiting ever thinthe he woke up though, the antithocial headphonthe kid?" Michael? Just then, I heard a soft knock on the door before Michael came in, looking dishevelled, like he hadn't slept or eaten much. "Thpeak of the devil." Rich grinned, confusing Michael until he turned to me and saw I was awake, and I swear I saw the light come back to his eyes.

"Jeremy! You're finally awake!" He hugged me, gently so he wouldn't hurt me, but I hugged back tight to let him know I was okay, soon enough earning the same. It felt really... nice. Warm, and safe, like home; like it was where I belonged. I was red by the time he pulled away, and I noticed the rosy color that stained his cheeks as well; it looked beautiful on his caramel skin. Before I could get too carried away in my head, Michael sniffled through a laugh. "I was so worried! I didn't know when you would wake up!"

He helped me sit up, and I finally brought up my worries. "Have you been sleeping, Michael? Or eating?" He shifted his gaze from me, and I knew my suspicions were right. "Why haven't you, Micah?"

"I was too worried, I couldn't focus on anything; I didnt feel hungry and I was too scared to sleep." He spoke earnestly, and I felt that same flutter in my chest.

"And... did you really mean all that stuff at the play? About... about loving me?" I whispered, and I felt terrible when Michael looked scared. "B-because if you did, it might not be such a bad thing!" I stammered to try and fix what I said, I didn't wanna hurt him again.

"Yeah, it... w-what?" It took him a minute to realize what I said, that same rosy color coming back to his face. "It w-wouldn't? But w-what about Chr-"

I quickly muttered a 'sorry' as I cut him off, "she rejected me before, and I don't blame her... I was an ass... and besides, when you said all that, I think something... changed. About how I felt about her, and you; or maybe I just finally noticed something that was there all along, but was too oblivious to realize; but, either way, I... I think I might love you too, Micah." I was a blushing mess by the end of my speech, and I couldn't look him in the eye. "But if you don't like me anymore, after how I treated you, I get it; you deserve better than what I did..."

Michael's eye's shimmered, But he didn't look sad, or angry, like I thought he would; in fact, he looked the opposite, he was practically glowing. "Jeremy, you have no idea how long Ive been waiting for you to say that." There was love dripping from every word, and I couldn't help but smile with him.

"Jethuth Chritht, jutht kith already!" Rich yelled at us, causing me and Michael to laugh.

"Says the guy who when he first saw me, said 'Holy shit, I'm totally bi!' And 'wait, are you single?'" Michael cackled, But I quieted him with a (kinda anxious) kiss, which we both soon melted into, and everything felt like it was finally falling into place.

"Mahal Kita," Michael breathed as he pulled away, a smile dancing on his lips" I think it was Tagalog, Michael's first language, and I tried to rack my brain for how to respond, when I remembered his mother's exchanges and caught on to what it meant.

"M-Mahal din kita." I stumbled over the words, probably mispronouncing they horribly, but judging by his soft chuckle, I think I said the right thing back. I pulled him onto the bed, and he laid with me, holding me close, and I curled up into his warmth; there was only one thing on my mind.

Even if I get voices in my head, from now on, I know things will be fine.

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•Author's Note!•

Hi wow I'm sorry I ramble so much with my writing (at least I think I do) but I did my best! Hope you enjoy my sad attempt at writing a fanfic lmao