Goddamnit,,, I can't stop dancing and singing to You make my balls so blue bi myself ; - ;
(I sing Rams parts, my friends say I would be him in the musical)

. . .

You'll hurt their feelings,,,
You make my balls so blue~
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That night, I sat in my room. Thinking hard about what Rich told me about, oh and Michael. I should tell him that I don't like Christine, in that way, anymore . . .

I sigh, and sink into the embrace of my bed. Looking at the ceiling. I was bored. Waiting for Michael to finish setting up Apocalypse Of The Damned. He was taking his sweet freakin' time.

There was a very odd silence between us, one I didn't think we'd face. We've always talked or joked or roasted each other playfully. But this time, we weren't.

I look at him, he seems to be fiddling with the wires. He usually does this so flawlessly, I've always been very impressed. He seemed tense too.

I sit up, '. . . Michael, a-are you okay?'  
I asked after hesitating, he jumped at my sudden voice and looks behind his shoulder to me. 'Yep.' He said, smiling nervously.

'You seem tense, is it because what' I cleared my throat, and kicked my legs nervously 'Rich said?' Michael raised a brow, he turned and quickly setting up the console and shit. He turned the tv on and grabbed our controllers.

He raced over, and sat down. He handed me my controller, and looked at me 'I'll answer your question later, when I have an answer.' He chuckled, admitting he didn't trust his mouth to explain anything right now.

I look at him, and decide not to talk about it anymore. He doesn't want to, and I guess I'll drop it. He suddenly pressed play, and I panicked as we entered the game.

We started playing, eyes focused hard on the television screen and screaming instruction to each other 'Find the bad guy and push them aside. Then move on forward with your

f r i e n d

by your side!' We look at each other in determination, as we reached the cafetorium of this level. Level nine! 'It's a two player game so when they make an attack,' he hit my shoulder playfully with mine as he said 'you know you got a

b r o t h e r

gonna have your back!'

'Then you stay on track, and- AH!' I screeched, as I dodged a zombie, whom was very close to my character. Michael killed that bastard for me, 'Remain on course, and if they give you a smack you-'

'GAH!' I killed a zombie that was gonna attack my boy, that meanie >:l

'Use your force!' I panted, looking at his sister shook face. He smiled, and our sides leaned toward each other and we beamed at each other and said in unison 'And, If you leave a brother behind its lame.'

' 'Cause its a effed up world, but it's a two player game!' We turned back to the screaming television, as we saw zombies kill us both. We both protest 'Hey!'

He groaned, and flopped back. Putting his controller to the side table, I paused the game and looked at him. I watched him rub his temples as some of his beautiful dark brown locks fell on his forehead. I put the controller down and flopped to the bed on my side.

'So,' I push the lock of hair out of the way for him and tilt my head 'what do you think?' Michael looked at my pale hand 'He's scamming you.' He looked at me, 'He's scamming you, super weirdly.'

I put my hand on his chest, and rest my head on my arm 'But what if he's not?' I grin, 'This could be huge!' I close my eyes, 'All I need to do is give the guy that torments us . .' I think about it, and Michael smirks at my face of realisation 'six . . .hundred . . .'

I wail, and throw myself into his chest. Hiding my face of disappointment, 'He's totally scamming me!' He patted my head, stroking some of my curling locks. I complain, but it's muffled

'I'mth doomth to be ath loseth till the end ofth the worlth.' I realise and look up, and whine 'No! Probably even then too!' I sink into his chest again. Silently dying inside. Michael chuckled 'No way.'

Michael sat up, and cupped my face and forced me to look up at him 'Dude, you are cooler than a vintage cassette.' He smiled, and shrugged 'Its just that no one else but me thinks that yet!'

He repositioned himself, so he was Crisscrossed. He then picked me up, bridal-style and cradled me in his lap. Looking into my eyes 'You're just a nothing in this high school scheme.' He smirked.

Holyshit.Holyshit.Holyshit.Holyshit.Holyshit.Holyshit.Holyshit.Holyshit.Holyshit. hELP ME

He leaned back, amused by my blushing face 'We like out of print games, retro skates.' He pulled my cardigan down one of my arms, 'We got Pac-Man tattoos!' He pointed to mine. Honestly though, when he pulled my cardigan down my arm like that I was silently hoping he'd attack my neck-

'Nobody heere,' he winked, gosh dangit his hotness is killing me and I'm surprised he hasn't noticed my raging boner 'appreciates.'

(Help me,,, ; - ;)

'But soon we'll be together when they do~' he purred, beaming at me. I throw my head back, looking away from his cuteness. He gripped me tighter, and gripped my chin with his thumb and index finger and pulled me to look back at him. He beamed.

' 'Cause guys like us' he pointed to himself and I and then grinned 'Are cool in college!' He looked at the ceiling, 'Cool in college! Yes I know!'

He let go of my face, and faced me again 'Guess like is are cool in college! Rule in college~' he purred, 'Listen, bro.'

Oh hell nah, he did not just pull a freakin' bro on me right now of all times. Seriously, what the fuck Michael.

'High school is hell, but we navigate it well. 'Cause what we do is make it a two player game!' he let go of me, and grabbed my controller. Since he let me go, I almost freakin' fell. I squeaked, and cling to his body.

He chuckled, and tapped my forehead with my controller. I jolt back, my face as red as his hoodie. He dropped my controller in the middle of my legs and leaned back to grab his own. I squeak, and grab it.

He wrapped his arm around me, and started playing the game again. I shakily played with him, feeling uncomfortable but also painfully turned on right now and I'm not sure why.

(Visual of what their position is,,, 'cause ya boy felt like he didn't explain the position well enough hhh)

After struggling into the game, I eventually made us lose again to those damn zombies 'cause I'm shaking. I groan, and throw it away. Somehow, it lands perfectly on the bedside table.

That's just the beauty of fanfiction-
Oi.
Oh-
No fourth wall breaks.
But you just-
N o.
Okay, okay.

I sink myself into Michael again, nuzzling his neck slightly. He threw his controller, with it crashing on the bedside table and also, not breaking.

What? I don't want to have to clean up your broken controllers for you, Jeremy. Now stop complaining.
Okay, okay!

'Sorry Michael, I didn't mean to make us los—' I apologised, but Michael shut me up with his index finger. I squeak.

'It's all good. Hey, I saw on discovery that humanity has stopped evolving!' He beamed, his arms wrapped around my waists. Gosh this is so gay.

I close my eyes, feeling comfortable now 'Thats good.' He nodded, and rested his head against mine 'Evolution survival of the fittest, right? But now, because of technology, you don't have to be strong to survive! Which means there's never been a better time in history to be a loser!' He laughed.

I blink, and then leaned my head back to face him. My hands were rested on his chest, 'As losers we have fought together for years.'. I flailed an arm away, and pointed to the television. 'Both Nintendo zombies and our popular peers.' I cross my arms, and complain that 'Now we're stuck on a level,' my side sinks into his chest again and I rest my face on his neck again. 'and I wanna move on!'

He patted my shoulder, 'Just wait two years whereupon, you'll realise guys like us are.' I chuckle, and tiredly sing in unison with him 'Cool in college, cool in college. Won't be lame.' I yawn, 'Dude, I know, I get it-'

'Guys like us, are cool in college~' Michael sung, patting my face to shut me up. I clutch my eyes and grab his hand, I yawn 'But we're not in college.' Michael chuckled, 'All the same, high school is whack. But we have each other's back, 'cause me and you we make it a two player game.'

He noticed that I was getting tired, he tried to get up; so he could turn the television off for me. But, since I was basically clinging to him I squeaked in alarm as I fell on my back and made a very verbal 'oof!' As he landed on top of me.

We didn't notice that the whole time, my dad was yelling and knocking at the door. He bursted in, and blinked.

He store at us, intensely.

He watched as Michael looked at him with a flushed face and a shock expression, and noticed I had a similar, more distressed look. He saw that Michael was, indeed on top of me as though he was pinning me down. He looked sharply at my shoulders, which were kinda exposed since Michael took my cardigan down a little earlier.

He blinked and then looked at us with a raised brow, 'Am I interrupting something?'

Michael pulled back, and we both screamed 'NO!'

He shrugged, 'Anyway, I was going to order pizza, and I was wondering . .'his voice trailed off, I look down and see he isn't wearing pants. I feel myself glare at him, and dig my nails into Michaels arms. Don't worry, he didn't get hurt.

'Did you get dressed today? Like, at all?' I growl, Michel looks at me. Noticing how my mood had, definitely, changed. My dad blinked twice 'Oh . . They didn't need me in the office today. So I worked home.'

'Most people wear pants at home.' My grip tightened, my dad chuckled nervously 'That's why most people . . aren't your father.'

Silence filled the room, as Michael looked at my dad. My dad shuffled out of the door, 'Good talk.' He said, before closing the door.

Even more silence filled the room, and Michael leaned forward a bit. 'How is he doing?' Looking at me, with worry. He puts his hand on mine. I swat it away, and cross my arms, looking away from him. 'How does he look?' I growl.

Michel hesitated, but sat back. He flopped down next to me, and stared at my back after I rolled on my side. 'Have you heard from her?'

I grip the pillow, and feel my shoulders tense up. I don't respond for a moment, but when I do I growl 'No. and who cares? It's like, she moved on why can't he?'

I squeak, when Michael wrapped his arms around me suddenly and pulled me closer to him. He nuzzled the back of my neck, he was trying to comfort me.

I don't need his comfort, it's not like I deserve it, anyway . . .

'Hey-'
'I d-don't want that to be my future!' I stammer, 'R-Rich said his hookup's at P-Payless, what if we . . . Go there o-ourselves? Just to see if his story checks out?' I ask, I look behind my shoulder to stare at his eyes.

He blinked and looked down, biting his lip. 'And if it does? W-will you be too cool for . . .' He looked around, and saw the television still saying our game was paused 'V-video games?'

S i g h

I already know what he wanted to say,,,
'Cause that's how fanfict-
No
Dammit

Michael wanted to say 'Me' but he just . . . Couldn't bring himself to.

I turn a bit, and hold his hand 'Hey.' He looks away, in a different direction. I spun around and embrace him tightly. I whispered in his ear slowly 'You're my favourite person, Michael.'

I pull back a bit, and stare at his face. He seems shocked, and confused. He raised a brow and stammered 'W-What about Christine?'

Oh shit, yeah

I sigh, and look to the ceiling 'I don't love Christine, anymore.' Michael blinked with surprise, 'W-What . .'

I looked at him. 'I don't like her, in that way anymore, Michael.' He blinks, and relaxes 'Okay. .'

Is it now that we realise our position, again. He is holding my waist tightly, so that our bodies were pressed together, our legs were tangled like wires and for a moment we didn't know whose leg was curled around whose. We both look up at each other and blush at how close our face our, our noses were almost touching.

I gulp and blink nervously, unsure what to do. I'm scared to move.

We jump when we hear knocking again, loud knocking 'Hello? Boys, can I come in?!' Why is he asking to come in- 'You two aren't fucking, right?!'

Michaels an Is voice cracked as we screamed 'NO!', wheezing into others embrace.