Achoo. Jeremy opened his eyes quickly, hearing Michael sneeze. 

Oh no, he thought. Michael sneezed again, his head jerking forward towards Jeremy. His head hit Jeremy's chest, surprising the other boy.

"Babe? You just sneezed on me." Jeremy ruffled the hair on his boyfriend's head as he slowly woke up.

"W-well you're t- achoo the one who got me sick," he mumbled.

Jeremy laughed, "Alright fair enough. Now come on, let's get some food in you."

Jeremy stood up, pulling a grumbling Michael up with him. He walked to the kitchen, pulling down some bread to make toast. "How many- Micah? Where'd you go?" 

Achoo! Jeremy heard Michael's sneeze and left the kitchen, turning the corner. He found Michael sitting on the ground holding a blunt and a lighter. "Hey achoo what's up?"

"No smoking when you're sick, Michael."

Michael looked at the blunt with wide eyes before looking up at Jeremy with the same expression. "A- achoo bort!" Michael yelled (with a sneeze), threw his blunt at Jeremy, and rushed down the nearby stairs.

Jeremy shook his head and jumped down the stairs, quickly catching up with Michael. He grabbed Michael's waist and held onto him, pulling him into a hug. "So, Micah. You wanna tell me where the rest of the weed is?"

A dark blush crept up to Michael's cheeks as Jeremy spoke next to his ear. "O- achoo okay." He stepped down the rest of the stairs, Jeremy still holding on to him.

They reached the basement, and Michael picked up a cassette tape. Jeremy finally lets go, taking the cassette.

"Michael this is a cassette tape?"

He sneezed and grinned before showing Jeremy that the back came off, revealing a small baggie of weed. Michael laughed, "Puts a different achoo meaning to 'cooler than a vintage cassette,' huh?"

Jeremy smiled and shook his head, holding up the baggie. "I'm keeping this," Jeremy set down the now empty cassette and walked towards the stairs.

"Ah! No! Achoo Jeremy no!"

Jeremy turned around laughing, "Why do you want to get high so badly? You're already getting a cold!"

"Huh. I'm not sure."

"Well, I'm keeping this still."

Michael gave him the best puppy eyes he could, but the on setting cold really wasn't helping. Jeremy laughed at his attempts but continued up the stairs. Michael sniffled with his runny nose and climbed up after him.

After checking to make sure Jeremy was focused in the kitchen, Michael slipped into his room. He pulled out his stash of brownies. He kept them in his room for emergencies, and he was pretty sure this counted as an emergency.

Jeremy, however, continued to get breakfast ready, making enough eggs for them both. He finishes and turns around, expecting to see Michael waiting somewhere. When he noticed he wasn't, he started poking around the house.

He eventually checked Michael's room to find him lying on the floor, a bag of brownies next to him. He was facing the ceiling and seemingly giggling about nothing in particular. Jeremy mentally cursed himself for forgetting that Michael always kept a second sash. It was too late now though. He picked up the bag and put it with the rest before going back and pulling Michael into a sitting position.

Hey, Love? You wanna get breakfast?" Michael looked at Jeremy with a goofy smile before sneezing.

"Only if you carry me there," Michael said with a giggle.

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i wrote this to save myself.

(unedited)

-admin becca