Now this, this is meta

I have other chapters in the works (Hopefully Not part 2, a Step Brothers AU and another Sleepy Time Story) but I'm eager to get those right so I'm not publishing them yet.
Until then, here's some fluffy confession stuff.

Also, this is extremely unedited.
•••

Micheal is bored. Out of his mind bored. He slouches in front of his desktop, sick of YouTube and Netflix and just wanting to do something.
His fingers fall onto the computers keys, unsure what to type. Micheal throws his head back and sighs. Jesus why can't his brain think of a single thing to do?

Out of sheer boredom, he types in his own name into Google.

Since his social media account are private, there are no pictures of him online. In fact, there isn't a single trace of him. He scrolls through the result pages, tired eyes scan each line.

That's when he notices something.

C h i l l - Boyf Riend One Shots (Micheal x Jeremy)

Hang on- that's Micheal's name. And that's Jeremy's name. He carefully clicks the result and is taken to a website called Wattpad. He's greeted with a bright yellow cover with a picture of him and Jeremy on it. Who took that picture? Why is it on this book? Who wrote a book about him and Jeremy?!

That's when he notices the description.
Our two favorite gays with fluff, angst and even smut.

This is when Micheal breaks into laughter. This has to be a joke. An elaborate prank by Jenna or Rich or something. There's no way there's fanfiction about Micheal and his best friend. That's ridiculous! Everyone knows they're just bros. Best bros. No homo between these bros.

He curiously clicks READ and is greeted with an assortment of chapter titles. Not only has someone written fanficton about him, but they've written loads of mini fanficitons. God, whoever wrote this needs a life.

He scrolls through the titles. New Jersey Needs, You're Sweeter, No Homo . . .
Boy In Red. Huh. Like girl in red! The mouse hovers over the highlighted title. Is Micheal really going to read fanficiotn about him and J- oh wait he's already reading it.

"This is gospel for the fallen ones"

Jeremy steps carefully along the pavement, avoiding every crack and break.

There's no way this is about Jeremy Heere. His music taste is too bland for Panic! At The Disco.

"Locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken memories"

The 11am sun shines directly into his fucking eyes because God is a pompous dick who screws everyone over. Jeremy is walking to Micheals, taking his sweet sweet time. He's been invited over to his boyfriends for breakfast. And he's not supposed to be there for another two hours, but the thought of having a fluffy morning with his boyf got him too excited.

Hold on. Jeremy is walking to Micheal's house . . . but Micheal's his boyfriend? They aren't dating! Micheal goes into fight or flight mode, ready to throw hands with the computer.

He instead places his palms on the desk. Deep breaths Micheal. It's just a story. It's just a story! It can't hurt you. He calms down and keeps reading.

Not . . . not sexually excited. If that's what you're thinking. More like butterfly excitement. Seeing Micheal and talking to him makes him feel like he ate a bag of sugar.

Does Jeremy really feel like this? Micheal's mind can't help but wander. Yeah yeah this is some fictional story, but it might be based in fact, right?

"Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart. Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart"

Music flows through his earplugs into his brain. He swags back and forth, gently walking and turning to the beat.

"The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds. But they haven't seen the best of us yet . . ."

Jeremy stops and prepares himself.

"If you love me let me goooooooo!" He lip syncs dramatically. "If you love me let me goooooooooo!"

Micheal snorts. Yeah. Yeah this is something Jeremy would do.

He starts to swing his arms and kick his legs, getting lost in the music.
"'Cause these words are knives that often leave scars. The fear of falling apart. And truth be told, I never was yours"

Micheal can't help but hum the tune to This Is Gospel as he reads. Just because Jeremy doesn't appreciate Brendon Urie, doesn't mean Micheal can't.

He pulls out his earbuds as his reaches Micheals house, cramming them into his pockets. Micheal surely won't mind him being early. He reaches the front door, lifting his fist to knock sharply.

But a noise stops him.

"Come lie with my bones" a voice sings through the door. "Oh Jeremy,dont look away"

"Oh no" Micheal mutters.

A smile creeps on Jeremy's face. He opens the unlocked door, slowly creeping into the house. He's hit with the smell of food wafting from the kitchen.

"Oh Jeremy, just look at me the same" Micheal sings.

"Oh god"

Jeremy creeps down the hallway, getting closer to the voices source.

"I don't wanna be your friend. I wanna kiss your lips. Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo. I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath"

Jeremy reaches the open door, and is greeted with a wonderful sight. His boyfriend, surrounded by food and breakfast ingredients, in only his hoodie, black boxers, and rainbow knee high socks. He's singing loudly into a spatula as he cooks bacon on a pan.

"Oh my god" Micheal puts his head in his hands in secondhand embarrassment. Fictional-him is about to get the shock of his life.
The worst part is, he does this all the time. Micheal spends nearly every morning singing in his boxers. The only thing he's missing are the rainbow socks.

"I don't wanna be your friend. I wanna kiss your lips. Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo.I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath"

He swings his hips in time with his singing. His head bops side to side.
"Oh Jeremy. Tell me something nice. Like flowers and blue skies"

He slides the bacon onto a plate, turning off the stove. Micheal jumps into the middle of the room, singing as loud as can.

More plot holes Micheal thinks. Michael Mell cannot cook- not even bacon. He can drive and do maths but that's it. This entire story is extremely unrealistic and wrong.

"Oh hannah. I will follow you home. Although my lips are blue and I'm cold"

He slides along the kitchen tiles, throwing his head back and yelling, "I don't wanna be your friend. I wanna kiss your lips. Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo. I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath"

Micheal turns to the stove, his back to Jeremy. A mental lightbulb goes off. Jeremy slips off his shoes and jeans, leaving him in his socks, t shirt and boxers. He creeps into the kitchen like a shadow, sneaking behind his boyfriend.

"This is . . . this is . . ." Michael struggles to find the words. "This is yucky".
Poor Micheal can't handle the thought of Jeremy being in only his underwear.

"I don't wanna be your friend. I wanna be your bitch" The oblivious Micheal sings. "And I wanna touch you but not like this. The look in your eyes, my hand between your thighs"

Jeremy can't help but smirk at the lyrics.
"Oh this can't be real-"

"-It's all just a dream" Jeremy sings in his ear.

With a screech, Micheal whips around and smacks Jeremy with his spatula. Jeremy cries out in surprise, doubling over in laughter and clutching his cheek.

Michael decides to skim through the rest of the story, feeling too flustered to properly read it. He's skimming down to the bottom when something catches his eye.

-pulling his boyfriend into a soft kiss.

DID BOOK MICHEAL AND BOOK JEREMY JUST FUCKING K I S S ? WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO WOULD WRITE THIS! Michael would never ever ever ever e v e r kiss Jeremy. Not ever. This story is such . . . such bullshit!

Before he can read further, his bedroom door bursts open.
"Hey dude"

Micheal jumps out of his skin, slamming his laptop closed.
"Jeremy! Jesus! Y-you're early!"

"Yeah i got bored waiting" Jeremy goes to sit on Micheal's bed when he freezes. He points at Micheal who sits flustered at his desk.
"I didn't interrupt you jacking off did I?"

"NO!" Micheal responds too quickly. "No- why do you think that?"

"You closed your laptop like there was porn on it" Jeremy smirks a little. "If you weren't watching porn, what were you looking at?"

"Nothing!"

"Well if its nothing, why don't you show me?"
Jeremy quickly snatches the laptop, jumping back and opening it before Micheal can stop him.

"Ooo its a story- Micheal wraps his arms around Jeremy's waist, pulling his . . . his boyfriend into a soft kiss. Michael what is this?"

"I don't know! I just found it" Micheal explains desperately. "It  looks like someone wrote fanfiction about us"

Jeremy laughs awkwardly in an attempt to mask his confusion and panic.
"Why? Why would someone write fanfiction about us? It's not like we're dating or anything"

"yeah . . ." Micheal scratches the back of his neck. "It's stupid. We should just turn it off and forget about it"

"Dude, we cant just forget about it. Someone wrote a story about us. The least we can do is read it" Jeremy sits down on Micheal's bed, gesturing for his friend to do the same. They sit shoulder to shoulder as Jeremy narrates the story.

""Come on. Let's eat some breakfast"
Micheal places plates of waffle and bacon on the already set table, which is decorated in the fanciest way possible.

"I don't wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your lips" Jeremy sings behind him"

"You need to sing that line"

"Sorry?"

"You need to sing that line" Micheal explains poorly.

"I don't know the tune of the song" Jeremy shamefully admits.

"Wow. W o w. You don't even listen to girl in red. Here, I'll read it" Micheal takes the laptop. "I don't wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your lips" Jeremy sings behind him" Micheal sings the line slightly off key, making Jeremy laugh.

""Nah nah nah" Micheal says as Jeremy tries to pull him into another kiss. "That can wait until dessert"

"Dessert with breakfast? My lucky day" There we go, the end" Micheal finishes the chapter.

"Wow. That was . . . riveting" Jeremy jokes.

"Oh yeah. 10/10 writing" Micheal laughs, still feeling weird that he just read a story where he kisses his friend.

"I have to say, it's rather unrealistic" Jeremy leans back on his elbows against the mattress. "I don't think you've ever made me breakfast ever and I don't think you want to kiss me as much as Fanfiction Micheal"

When Micheal doesn't immediately respond with some backhand comment or bad joke, Jeremy leans forward again to all see his friend blushing hard as he turns off his laptop.
"Micheal?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you . . . Do you want to kiss me Micheal?"

Micheal clears his throat, plastering on a casual grin.
"Hey, you said that I never made you breakfast before. How about we change that, huh? I know it's like three in the afternoon but we can still have breakfast"

"You're ignoring the question" Jeremy can't hide his smile. "You want to kiss me"

"I didn't say that"

"You didn't not say it"

"I'm gonna make breakfast!" Micheal hastily stands up, hoping to not reveal his crush on Jeremy by distracting him with food. Jeremy reacts quickly, grabbing Micheal by the sleeve and pulling them together.
Jeremy stands up to pull Micheal into a chaste kiss.

The boys jump back like they've been electrocuted.
"Holy shit!" Micheal exclaims immediately. "Did you just kiss me?!"

"It was impulsive! It felt right in the moment!" Jeremy quickly regrets his decision to kiss his best friend. Turns out it's not a normal thing to do.

"Wait- do you want to kiss me?"

"Yes! That's why I kissed you!"

"I want to kiss you too!"

"You do?"

"Yes!"

Silence falls over them. They can't believe hat they just confessed over panicked exchanges after their first kiss. Who knows how long they stand there just staring at each other.
Actually, I know. They were there for 6 minutes.

Micheal breaks the silence by clapping his hands.
"Breakfast?" His voice is a lot higher than usual.

"Breakfast"

•••
Not my best work, but I'm eager to post something before the bigger chapters come out.
Which of the following chapters do you want to see the most (just so I know what to focus on):

• Hopefully Not part 2

• A new Sleepy Time Story

• A stepbrothers AU

Let me know!
- Avery