Dorks

A/N: Okay, so this is in honor of Be More Chill leaving Broadway, and is my first fic with reader inserts, so sorry if it's super bad. I hope you enjoy nonetheless, reader can be either gender. In this you are Michael's little brother/sister. Once again, sorry for the quality, I have never done one of these before. P.S. the reader in this fic is a very nerdy/bookworm type, and is quite short, like 5'0-5'2" region.

You hear the doorbell ring, you don't attempt to move, figuring Michael will get it. Nope, you were wrong, the doorbell rings again, and again, and again.

"Michael! Get the door!" You scream from the basement.

"I can't, I'm trying to find my hoodie! You get it!" Michael screams back from the upper level of the house. You groan and put a bookmark into the book you were immersed in. You sprint up the steps as the doorbell rings once again.

"Coming you shout from the top stair." The doorbell rings again two more times before you finally make it to the door. "Hey Jeremy, sorry it took so long, Michael couldn't find his hoodie."

"Nah, it's fine. How are you doing Y/n?"

"Fine, you?"

"Same," Jeremy replies stepping in the house and taking off his shoes. You and Jeremy sat on the couch making small talk while listening to Michael clonk around looking for his hoodie. After about fifteen minutes of you trying to explain the book you were reading to Jeremy Michael finally came downstairs in his hoodie.

"Hey dude," Michael said greeting Jeremy.

"Hey," Jeremy responded. The two did their classic handshake thing, then started walking towards the basement. You followed.

"What are you guys going to do?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"Apocalypse of the Damned!" they both scream in unison. You chuckle and shake your head.

"Well do you guys mind if I sit downstairs with you and read?" They both shrugged their shoulders in response. You smile when you see the screen full of animated zombies, remembering you set up the gaming system for the two of them earlier.

"Oh shit, did I leave the game on?" Michael questioned, worried about the lecture he was going to get later.

"No, I set it up earlier so you guys didn't have to," you replied.

"How did you know that we were going to play this though?"

"Michael, you're really loud, I could hear you calling Jeremy and inviting him over to play Apocalypse of the Damned." Michael huffed then opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off by Jeremy.

"What he means is thank you, that was very considerate," Jeremy replied slightly nudging you in the ribs, causing you to squeak. You turned red, looked towards the ground in an attempt to cover the blush, and hoped that no one noticed, luckily it seemed as though they didn't. Little did you know, that during your embarrassment, the two of them shared an evil smirk and remembered to tuck that little piece of information away for later. Everyone sat on their respective seats, Jeremy on the beanbag next to the couch, and you and Michael on the couch. You grabbed your book and waited for your brother to sit down as he grabbed the remotes and tossed one to Jeremy. Once Michael finally sat down, you did the same, on the opposite end of the couch. You wanted to be cheeky, just because, so you stretched out across the couch and tried to put your feet onto his lap. Key word there is tried, you couldn't reach his lap, your leg were too short. So you shimmied down a bit until you could reach his lap.

"Wait, did you have to scoot down to be able to put your feet into his lap?" Jeremy asked with a laugh and a squeeze to your knee. You shyly nodded while giggling, but keeping your legs where they were.