Jeremy's POV (whatever their usernames show up as are what the other person has for them in their contacts, and yes, i made the art at the top because i can't draw dudes| TW !! swears [no shit sherlock])

I woke with my pillow on my face. Fuckin' lovely start to my morning. I sat up straight, the pillow flopping onto my knees.

I checked my clock, which said 4: 48 AM. Oh. Great. Just what I needed. I didn't dare try to go back to sleep though, in fear of talking to the squip again. I pulled out my phone from my bedside table.

It was open to a couple texts I had gotten last night. I read them to take my mind off of the dream. I scrolled up a bit.

I had sent a bunch of gifs, pictures, and videos of the oldest, most overused, most brutally murdered memes to Michael. I smiled at myself as I read the rest of our conversation.

Weed: oh shit damn
Weed: we got a necromemer on our hands
Edgelordmcnugget: ?? wtf is that
Weed: you know what a necromancer is?
Weed: replace the man with meme
Edgelordmcnugget: yeah I figured that part out but wtf is it?
Weed: you kept reviving so many dead memes and a necromancer like revives people right?
Edgelordmcnugget: don't they make zombies
Weed: zombie memes
Edgelordmcnugget: can you even call them memes at this point?
Edgelordmcnugget: we only use them ironically nowadays
Weed: well I guess so if they're still used, i mean meme means something on the internet that's shared a lot i think
Edgelordmcnugget: wait why tf are we having an intellectual debate about memes
Edgelordmcnugget: what is wrong with us
Weed: everything
Edgelordmcnugget: ah that makes sense
Weed: no  it makes dollars
Edgelordmcnugget: fuck you
Weed: love you too

I put down my phone and sighed. I wanted to text him, but when he woke up he'd probably be really confused on why I texted him at like 5 AM. I did it anyway.

NecroMemer: hey

Surprisingly enough, he responded.

Weed: shit, you couldn't sleep either?
NecroMemer: nope
Weed: oh well, had some bat-shit crazy dreams though
NecroMemer: cocaine's one hell of a drug
Weed: shut up
Weed: wbu?
NecroMemer: come over and i'll tell you

He sent a Lenny face. 

NecroMemer: not like that dumbass
Weed: I'll be there in 10 min

I quickly got dressed and made my bed, making sure to open the window above my dresser after I was done. Not much later Michael slipped through, landing on his feet with his backpack on. RIENDS was still faintly written on it, even after two years or so. It was just readable.

 I didn't question how he was able to get through the window. We had become pretty much masters of parkour from all of those years of sneaking out.

"Smoke some bad weed last night or something?" He asked, setting down his backpack on the floor. The clock said about 5:09 AM.

"Since when was I you?" I asked, studying him. Michael grinned. He had on a red tank top, which was strange, since he usually never wore them, even if it was as hot as Jake's house on Halloween.

"Holy shit. If you're wearing a tank top, that can only mean one thing; It's set-you-on-fire-melt-your-nuts-off-then-throw-you-into-a-volcano hot outside," I concluded. He looked outside. "Something like that."

"Looks like I'm fucked," I said, looking down at my short-sleeved striped T-shirt and white not-so -short shorts. "You'll be fineee," he assured me, not very convincingly. We sat down on my bed.

"Right.. that is if your definition of fine is getting your nuts melted off," I raised my eyebrows. He laughed, then asked "So, what was it you wanted to tell me?" with a smile still on his face.

I eyed his backpack. " Got any red Mountain Dew in there?" I asked. His expression turned serious. He nodded and took a bottle out. "I've been stocking up just in case ever since.. uh, the 2015 thing.." I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at the ground, cringing at the memories I never seemed to be able to get rid of.

"Hey wait, you can have your overly dramatic flashbacks later, right now you need to finish what you were saying," he told me, lifting my face up to his level, which was slightly higher than my usual, ever since he became taller than me maybe 3 months or so  ago.

 He had slowly started getting a lot taller after eighth grade, but I'd only really started noticing just how fucking tall he had become maybe last year. 

I moved my head down to its regular level. "I had this dream- well, more of a nightmare really- and the sq-" he cut me off, pressing his hand on my lips. "Don't say the word, you might alert it."

" The computer was talking to me, saying that it was still there.. collecting information from me and everyone I know for the past year or so.. just waiting for me to activate it.." Michael opened the bottle too quickly, creating a small explosion and going all over his glasses.

"Mi-" he shoved the bottle in my mouth, and took it out once I had drank about half of the bottle."You... Suck.." I said, breathing heavily. He wiped the drink off his glasses with his shirt. "Sorry. I guess I'm still a bit paranoid.." He slumped over, embarrassed.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Don't be. I would be too if I went through.. what you did," I admitted, remembering the horrible day. He turned around and surprised me with a hug. I hugged him back and rested my head on his shoulder. We stayed like that for a bit. It was peaceful and nice.

He pulled away. His eyes looked glassy, like he was about to cry. He gave me a smile. "So, uh, any plans for today?" I tilted my head. "What's today, again?" I asked him.

"Oh, nothing much, ONLY THE LAST DAY OF HIGHSCHOOL," He said loudly, cupping his hands around his mouth and facing the ceiling, like he was making sure the angels  could hear it too. I brightened and let out a 'WOO!', before looking at him excitedly. "Never gonna have to go to that hellhole again!"

"I wonder if anyone we know is gonna be in the same college as us?" He wondered aloud.

I considered that. I'd be going to a literature one, and I could probably guess Christine would go to some sort of arts or drama college, Chloe and Brooke would most likely go to a fine arts or design one. There was a chance or two.

I figured Jake would probably go to some sports college or whatever athletes go to. Unsurprisingly, I didn't know much about that particular subject.

Rich or Jenna? Who knew what they would do? Not me anyways. All I really knew about Jenna was that she talked. A lot. And shipped Michael and I, as well as Rich and Jake, Chloe and Brooke, and pretty much everyone else she knew with someone else who had some sort of bond with them.

Rich was a huge nerd, I had learned that after the whole, uh, 'computer' incident as Michael would put it, and force me to put it too. There were too many possibilities on what he would do.

And M-

Michael waved a hand in front of my face. "Hello? Earth to Edgelord? Are you in thereeee?" I almost jumped. "Hm? What is it, Mr.Meme?" I replied.

"I asked if you wanted to go to mall before school starts, you piece of shit. I told you to stop calling me that freshman year!" He rolled his eyes.

"Excuse me, but that's Mr. Piece-of-shit to you, sir," I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows, struggling to keep a straight face. I could tell he was too.

"Fine. Art thou going to the mall-ith with me, Monsieur Piece-of-shit?"  He said like he was reciting Shakespeare, waving his hand around dramatically with every word.

"You bet your ass I am," I answered, trying to copy his hand movements.

"Rather not, thanks," He said normally. Well, as normal as he could get.

I laughed and got up to go pack my backpack, which still has BOYF written there, the not-very permanent marker wearing off a bit, so it looked more like 8OVF.  

"What kind of mall is open at," I looked at my clock, 5:17 AM, "5:20 in the morning?"

"Hell if I know,"he replied, rummaging through his backpack. "How much you got in there?" He nodded to my backpack. "Mmm.. Enough for a couple of slushies.. and a little more?" I answered not really thinking about my answer. 

He smiled giving me a look like he had a plan. A very devilish smile. I looked up and saw that smile on his face. Oh shit.

I packed everything I'd need and stood up with it on my back. "Alri-" I started before he grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door.

lmao this is like 1500 words|| well fuck me gently with a chainsaw I'm terrible at consistent updating so be warned