[this is part 69 he he he]

One thing Jeremy never considered, is that Micheal has a house. He always thought- I don't know, he just vanishes after he leaves the castle.

Jeremy wasn't even sure how he would imagine Micheals house. Since he works for the freaking royal family he probably has a lot of money. How much money does Micheal even make? Is tutoring Jeremy his only source of income?

That's not what's important.

It's probably huge- creeping up on the size of a mansion. Maybe a huge front door, with old fashioned rooms. Antique furniture from charity stores decorating huge rooms. Old fashioned, but classy.

Or maybe he has a more humble yet cosy abode. A cottage or something. Maybe with a garden and aesthetic fairy lights inside. Cinnamon scented candles burning all day long. Something that reminds him of home, whatever his home may be.

Somehow, it was both and neither at the same time. He owns a two storey apartment- which Jeremy had no idea was a thing. The building is simple, with modern balconies jutting out on every second floor.

So elementary. So natural. And strangely, so Micheal.

The night air bites at Jeremy's arms. The thin fabric of his black hoodie is doing jack shit. No one is around him at all. He stands in the empty courtyard, lined with uniform green trees.

The prince opens his clenched fist, revealing a handfull of pebbles. His eyes look up to the apartment building, counting two apartments up and one to the left.

This better be the right apartment or I'll have an angry neighbour on my ass

He takes one of the tiny stones, and hurls it towards the second apartment up, one to the left. It misses the window. The rock instead hits the wall NEXT to the glass window that opens to the balcony.

Jeremy swears under his breath. His non-athleticism is really shining through.

Second try. The pebble hits against the glass with a clink!. It takes all of Jeremys willpower not to do a really bad victory dance. He takes another pebble, and throws it. With two stones of experience under his belt, his aim gets more and more precise. Soon there's a rain of clinks as pebbles hit the glass window.

Theres a whooshy slide sound. "Who in the name of monkey loving FUCK IS THROWING ROCKS AT MY FUCKING WINDOW?!?!?!?!" a familiar voice screeches as a dark figure steps out onto the balcony.

"Now now Micheal" Jeremy pulls down his dark hood, grinning widely. "Is that any way to talk to royalty?"

The figure freezes, before turning around and walking back into his apartment. Jeremy heart sinks, until the balcony lights turn on. Michael comes back out of his apartment, leaning over the railing towards Jeremy. The prince smiles up at him, only a few metres below. Michael clearly just came out of bed. His curly hair is a tousled mess, and from what Jeremy can see, he's only wearing a giant t shirt with his hoodie on top.

His eyes are wide, and he hisses down to Jeremy, "What the fuck are you doing here? In 3 in the fucking morning?!"

"You haven't been at the castle in a few days and I wanted to talk to you"

"So you escape the castle without any security, you find out where I live- how the fuck did you even find that out? And why are you here at 3am?!"

"Okay okay Micheal relax" Jeremy sticks his hand into his pocket, and pulls out a folded sheet of paper.

"Jeremy what the fuck are you-"

"Shut up I'm not ready" Jeremy unfolds the paper, which he inconveniently folded three hundred times.

He holds the paper in front of him, clearing his throat. Jeremy drops to one knee dramatically.

"She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel! For tho- for thou art as glorious to this night, being o- what the fuck, -o'er my head,as is a wingèd messenger of heaven onto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him- fuck this is a long sentence- when he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air"

Jeremy looks up at Micheal, who just stares down in confusion.
"Jeremy what-"

"It's your line"

"Excuse me?"

"It's fine I'll say it for you"
Jeremy leaps to his feet, throwing the back of his hand against his forehead.

"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny-oh shit there's more lines- thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."

"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" Michael mumbles, a smile tugging at his lips.

Jeremy grins. "You see! Now you're getting it"

Michael leans his elbows against the railing, leaning over with a slight smile. "So you're here to serenade me? Is that why you're here?"

"Yes exactly"

Micheal starts slightly, unsure how to react. Jeremy knows what serenade means, right? He knows it means romantic things, right?

"Okay now I'm really confused. Why are you really here and why are you reciting Shakespeare?"

Jeremy throws up his hands, like he's just been caught with his hand in a bag of halloween sweets that sit next to the door.

"Okay okay- you caught me. I'm not the most 'original' or 'romantic' tool in the shed. I may have stolen a suggestion or two from you" Jeremy air quotes, gently stepping back and forth to really sell his dramatic telling.

Micheal rests his chin on his hand, leaning his elbow against the railing. He raises an eyebrow; an attempt to cover his flustered emotions with a cocky and unimpressed façade.

"So!" Jeremy spins around dramatically, with a straight back and a finger raised in the air. "I figured that the best way to charm someone, is by their own methods"

Micheal blinks.

Jeremy can't help but crack a soft smile.
"When we were talking about how to tell someone how you feel, I suggested to just kiss them- which you were great at by the way, but you said- you said to 'serenade them Romeo and Juliet style'. So, here I am"

Micheal straightens up, realisation washing over him. Or, more accurately, the denial he had vanished. The denial that Jeremy can't possibly be here because he has feelings for Micheal.

"So, Micheal" Jeremy takes a step closer to Micheal before sinking down on one knee. "This is how I'm telling you how I feel"

"Jeremy-"
Jeremy raises a hand, silencing him.

"If you haven't guessed, I like you man. I like you a lot. You're honest, blunt, hot as fuck, funny, smart and overall just the greatest person I've ever met. You're amazing. And though it pains me to admit this as it will damage my tough-guy persona, I really really care about you. So, Micheal Seymour Mell, will you be the boyf to my riend?"

Michael bites his lip, a smile creeping onto his face. Then he turns around and goes back into his apartment. The sliding balcony door whooshes shut. Jeremy throws up his hands with a scoff.

"The bitch just ghosted me"

Theres a buzzing from the apartment buildings main door. A familiar voice comes through the little speak box that I can't remember the name of.

"Apartment 16. Doors open"

Jeremy grins, walking to the now unlocked door. The stairwell is clean and bright, with a simple floor and cream walls. He takes the staircase upwards, each footstep echoing his pounding heartbeat.

He reaches apartment 16.

Jeremy reaches to knock. But didn't Micheal say that the door is open? Was he on about the downstairs door? Jeremy pushes the door, and it pushes open gently.

"Micheal?"

The door opens fully, and Jeremy steps into the apartment. He looks around the living room, which is bare but covered in boxes. There's a couch and other furniture, but they're all darned in moving boxes. Did Micheal just move in? Where the fuck did he live before? Okay Jeremy calm your shit.

Michael steps into the room from a door off to the right. He has thrown football shorts on his legs, and Jeremy can now see that he's wearing red fluffy socks.

Jeremy takes in a breath. Michaels eyes are a little wide but sparkling.

Jeremy swallows.
"Micheal-"

He's cut off by Micheal taking a few steps across the room, grabbing his face, and pressing his mouth to his. Jeremy hands are quick to tangle themselves in Micheals hair, pulling him desperately closer. Jeremy kicks the door shut, his itchy fingers pulling down Micheals hoodie zipper. Michael shrugs his hoodie off his shoulders and pulls off Jeremys, all without breaking the kiss.

Jeremy pulls back for a moment, both of them breathless.
"I think we both know where this is going. You got a bed in this place?"

"Ikea's finest" Micheal smirks, capturing Jeremys lips again.

He backs up, leading Jeremy out the door he entered in, into his bedroom. Michael only breaks the kiss to pull Jeremys black t shirt, sliding his hands against his bare skin.

"You sure about this?" Michael says, changing the passionate pace by kissing him softly.

Jeremy smirks, breaking from Micheals grasp to sit on the bed. "I broke out of a fucking castle to serenade you. I wouldn't mind to get something in return"

Micheal smirks leaning down to kiss Jeremy again, climbing on top of him.

He decided to make this a night Jeremy would never forget.

•••
Did I seriously just leave a smut cliffhanger? How cruel of me!

Should I make a part three? I mean probably but should I?

Have a good day at school tomorrow kids. It'll be over before you know it

- Avery