But, you're just a computer... [SQUIP x Fem. Reader]

Ups and Down - Chapter 18

Eric smiled wider. "It's fine, I'm currently tangible so all it will do is make me also get as drunk or sober as you are." He almost laughed. I nodded and took a swing of the magically open beer.

"You know, as much as I like Brooke, and Chloe, and Rich, and all of those guys," I listed. "You're never truly close friend with someone until you're crying on a bathroom floor with them," I said.

Michael raised his beer. "A-fuckin'-men." Michael and I continued to drink, but I stopped when Michael starting singing to himself again. "I'm just Michael, who's a loner, so he must be a stoner, rides a PT cruiser... God, I'm such a loser." I could hear his voice break down.

I hugged him again and spoke up. "Michael, you are not a loser, you're better, you're a geek. You're weird. You're strange and unusual- but what's so bad about that?" I asked. "Who cares? If Jeremy judges you for it then too bad for him, he just lost the best friend he had. Just move on and find some real friends. I'm sure that there are so many people who will love to be friends with you- like Rich! I think you and him would actually be competitively good friends." I prompted.

Michael went quiet for a moment. He sighed and leaned on my shoulder and poked my forehead with his finger and Eric's with the lip of his beer bottle. "I already found two real friends- even if one isn't technology real." Michael laughed.

"Hey! I'm real!" Eric established while partially laughing. "I'm just a computer! I'm like a normal friend, but 86.826999% better. Plus I won't leave you for "better" friends or for popularity." He said, doing finger quotes when saying the word 'better'.

"Aw, thanks, you..." I stammered, trying to think of another name for Eric.

"Floppy disk," Michael said.

"Floppy disk." I agreed.

"Floppy disk?" Eric laughed.

"Floppy disk," I smirked.

The three of us laughed and continued to talk with each other. We chatted about how to emotionally deal with Jeremy and what's going to happen next, but in the middle of our conversation, Eric's eyes widened. "We need to leave." He ruled as he took Michael and my arms and pulled us up off the ground.

"What? Why?" Michael and I both asked. Eric opened the door and began to pull the two of us out of the house.

"I'll explain later! Just go!" He yelled. Michael and I looked at each other worrying and quickly walked out the front door. Michael led me to his car, but we were abruptly stopped by a small man with a baguette in his hand and a mask resting on the top of his head.

"Do you guys have any Mountain Red dew?!" Rich frantically asked.

Michael looked at him confusingly. "Not currently on me-"

Rich turned to me. "What about you? It's like regular Mountain Dew- but red!"

I shook my head. "No, sorry Rich- wait, why?"

"Don't worry about it!" He yelled and ran off like some kind of chaotic pixie. Eric broke our focus and pushed us to Michael's car.

Eric unlocked Michael's car and pushed Michael and me in the back. He glitched into the front seat and drove off before Michael and I could properly buckle in. "Where are we going?" I asked as I finally clamped in.

Eric looked back at us. "I'm taking you both home," Eric said. Michael looked at the clock on the radio station and mildly panicked.

"Uh," Michael stuttered. "It's 12:57... My moms will be pissed if I come home late again, can you just, um, can I sleepover at your house?" Michael asked. "They won't notice if not home."