Hi! Hey! Hello!
So! I love writing these Sleepy Time stories so expect a LOT more. But disclaimer, each of them are standalone chapters and aren't connected. Also all of them are gonna be confession one shots because I don't write enough of those.

Let me know if you have any ideas or requests for other Sleepy Time ™  chapters

(Some of the scenes from this is inspired from a tv show and if anyone gets the reference I will love you forever)
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"Let's go"

"Go?"

Two words; a simple statement. But it's enough to get Jeremy and Micheal on their feet. Jeremy throws an oversized hoodie over his football shorts while Micheal pulls on tracksuit bottoms. They sneak downstairs, careful to not wake Mrs or Mrs Mell. One scrawled note on the kitchen table later and they've left the house.

It may be important to mention that it's 3am.

The cold air bites Jeremy's legs. He jumps from one foot to another to keep warm. He exhales a visible breath, looking up to the star scattered sky. Michael hits his arm to get his attention.
"Bikes" He whispers.

The gravel crunch under their crocs and sliders as they tiptoe around the house to Micheal's bike. The mad lad just leaves his bike against the house wall without a lock or anything.

"Do you have any other bikes?" Jeremy whispers into his best friend's ear.

"Shit no, this is the only one" Micheal climbs onto the bike, switching on the light on the handlebars. "Just climb on the back, I'll pedal"

Jeremy hesitates. He swings his leg over the wheel, resting a foot on each peg.
"You balanced?" Michael asks over his shoulder.

Jeremy hums. He holds onto Micheal's shoulders to secure himself. They start to pedal.
The air rushes through Micheal's hair. Jeremy ducks down low enough to be covered from the cold. They have no idea where they're going. The roads are practically empty so Micheal rides right down the middle. Jeremy hisses for him to slow down but he just laughs.

The streetlights zoom past in a soothing strobe fashion. Jeremy's eyes follow the lights, allowing himself to be hypnotised. Michael cycles over a pothole. Jeremy screeches. His arms relocate around Micheal's waist, gripping him closely as he rests his cheek on his friend's back.

"Okay sorry sorry I'm sorry. I'll go more carefully" Micheal promises, gently slowing down.

Jeremy exhales. "Hmmm k"
They ride onto smooth road. Jeremy notes that it's like floating on cloud. He spots the moon opposite him, watching it as his eyes grow drowsy.

"Hey Jeremy- where do you want to go?" Michael asks.

No reply.

"Jerry? Did you fall off back there?"

There's a light snore. Jeremy has fallen asleep. Michael laughs a little. It must be up to him to decide where they're heading. He rounds a corner, passing closed shop fronts and a still bustling bar. He spots an alleyway up ahead and a lightbulb goes off in his head.

"Jerrremmyyyy" He sings. He reaches behind his back to shake his friend awake. "Buddy we're here"

"Hmmm? Here? Where are we?" Jeremy drowses, instinctively nuzzling his face into Micheal's back.

"I'll show you in a second- be ready to stop" Micheal slows down as they enter the unlit alleyway.

The come to a stop, nearly fully submerged in darkness. Jeremy hops off, stretching his arms as he yawns. Michael jumps onto the ground.

"Where do we . . ." Michael looks around the alleyway, deciding to hide the bike behind some bins.

"So where are we going?" Jeremy asks.

"Over here- I haven't been here in ages it's really cool" Micheal promises. He takes his phone from his zip pocket, turning on the shitty torch.

The alleyway now looks scary as shit and Jeremy thinks his friend is going to murder him. Micheal waves at him, gesturing him down into the darkness. Michael leads him down a twisted path of alleyways, each one creepier than the last. Michael stops abruptly. Jeremy bumps into him, rubbing his eyes in disorientation.

"What now?"

"This graffiti is so fucking cool!"

The graffiti in question is the word 'Jackshit' in blue and yellow lettering with green shapes behind it. Micheal is right, it is pretty cool. But he may have been referring to the pink penis also on the wall.

"Damn dude, I know you have a thing for dicks no need to remind me" Jeremy teases.

"Excuse me for appreciating art" Micheal defends.

Jeremy can't help but snort.
"Damn we should've brought our own spray paint. Maybe added our own dicks"

"I bet my bike we could find a can of paint here" Micheal scans up and down the dim alleyway.

His quick foraging earns him half a can of bright pink paint and a black sharpie. He holds them out to Jeremy. He slowly takes the sharpie.

"Ready to make some art?" Micheal shakes the can like he's giving the air a hand job.

"Are we seriously making a pink penis?" Jeremy says.

"Well I mean we could but I think we can get more creative than that" Micheal test sprays the paint, causing a quick pink burst.

He starts spraying a large circular picture.
"Hi, I'm Micheal Mell-" he draws two circular ears and ends with a flourish. "-and you're watching Disney channel"

His DIY Disney logo looks borderline satanic. Jeremy pulls a face, unimpressed.
"Let me add a little . . ." Jeremy bites the lid of the sharpie, spitting it onto the ground. "🧚‍♀️✨𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓮✨🧚‍♀️"

He presses the tip to the wall, realising that you can't really write on walls.
"Nooo I can't fix your painting!" He exclaims. "Hey lemme try with the paint"

Micheal tosses the van over. It hits Jeremy square in the forehead.
"FUCK!"

"SHH QUIET!" Micheal whisper screams, grabbing the Can off the ground.

Jeremy rubs his forehead, pouting. He decides that if he gets a red bump in the morning he will cut Micheal's brakes.
"Sorry for whisper yelling" Micheal throws the can over his shoulder. It clatters against the concrete.

"It's okay" Jeremy grumbles. "Just give me like . . . three packets of gum and I'll forgive you"

"I will take that deal- I don't want you being grumpy" Micheal looks back to his masterpiece one last time. "Goodbye Disney logo, I gotta show Jeremy the coolest thing in the world"

Micheal grabs Jeremy's sleeve, pulling him further down into the alleyway. At one point, the light is so far away that they're plunged into pitch black darkness. Micheal must've walked this path a million times before because he navigates no problem.

They turn left into the light and spot a large bin in front of a steel door with a grate.

"Ay, can you hold this?"
Jeremy takes his phone, pointing it towards the door. Micheal wraps his fingers around the grate and heaves it to the side. It groans in a rusty reply. Micheal grunts a little. When faced with a steel door, he snaps his fingers.

"A key!"
Micheal drops to his knees, catching Jerry by surprise. He gives him a blo- nah I'm kidding. Micheal reaches underneath the wheeled bin. His hand gropes the underside until he finds a key taped there.

He pulls it out triumphantly, waving it in Jeremy's face. Jumping to his feet, he unlocks the steel door. It swings open.

Micheal looks over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow.
"Are you coming?"

"I don't really have a choice, you're my ride home" Jeremy hands the phone back so Micheal can lead the way.

The hallway is pitch black. Micheal strolls through causally while Jeremy scurries behind him as close as he can.

"You scared back there?" Micheal asks, his voice echoing against the tiled walls.

"Yes!" Jeremy hisses. "Are there any lights in this . . . this . . . where the fuck are we?"

"Let's just say this place is abandoned"

"That's ominous"

"There's a light switch up ahead don't get your dick in a twist" True to his word, Micheal reaches against the wall and snaps on the lights.

There's an electric buzzing and the overhead lights flicker on. The hallway is decorated in blue tiles, complete with a low ceiling and a weird smell. The best part has to be the penis spray painted on one of the walls.

"Dude what are we doing here it's cooold~" Jeremy asks.

Micheal turns to answer him but he spots the huge penis.

He bursts into laughter. "Oh god! I don't remember that being here"

"I have to say- it's nice, but it doesn't compare to your artwork outside" Jeremy gestures to the green graffiti of a dick.

"One day we should come back here with a whole rainbow of colours and create the most beautiful graffiti of all time" Micheal says with stars in his eyes.

Jeremy smiles. He starts to respond when he hears a clang! behind him.
"What was that?!" He hisses.

"Meh, probably just a rat" Micheal waves his friend over. "Come on, we just gotta go a little bit further"

They walk deeper into the hallway, a strong smell of something in the air (Jeremy can't put his finger on what). They quickly arrive at a door that leads to a staircase going up and down.

"There used to be an elevator here. Like one of those old ones" Micheal explains as he leads his best friend into the stairwell. "It had that kind of cage door that slides across it's awesome. It's broken now- the wire snapped"

The stairwell is cramped and skinny. The concrete steps are small with a rusty handrail. The overwhelming smell of chemicals gets stronger. Jeremy notices that the further down they go, the darker it gets.
"Are there lights down here?" Jeremy's voice is an octave higher than normal.

"Trust me. I got you" Micheal moves quicker down the steps, vanishing into the darkness.
His footsteps cease. The stairwell descends into silence.

Jeremy stops walking, his final step echoing. "Michael?"

The lights flicker on overhead. Michael stands at the bottom of the steps, bubbling with excitement as he gestures to a tiles doorway.
"Hurry up I don't got all night" He says with no bite, acting like an enthusiastic puppy.

Jeremy carefully descends the rest of the stairs. It's grimier down here, with something brown and green lining the tiles. It's gross. Jeremy hops next to Micheal, not matching his friend's energy at all.

"You ready to see the coolest thing ever?" Michael asks quietly.

"I don't think I do but I'll see it anyways" Jeremy whispers back.

Michael leads them through a door into what looks like an old locker room. There are those weird wooden benches with iron bars above them in rows. Micheal ignores them, beelining to another doorway on the other side. Jeremy is slow to follow, analysing the curved ceiling and the humid air.

Jeremy finally steps through the doorway to find himself face to face with a swimming pool.
"No fucking way" he breathes, making Micheal smile.

It's not Olympic sized or anything, but it's still big. The room isn't much bigger than the pool, with only a meter width of walking space as a perimeter. The ceiling is low but decorated with ornate tiles.

"Wanna go swimming?" Micheal asks, already taking off his shoes and hoodie.

Jeremy's jaw drops as he laughs. "Are you, a-are you serious?"

"Don't I look serious?" Michael remarks, taking off his tracksuit bottoms so he's only in his boxers and t-shirt.

Jeremy chuckles awkwardly, slowly removing his own shoes and jumper.
"In all the years I've known you, man, you haven't struck me as a swimmer"

"What does that mean?" Micheal laughs.

"I don't know" Jeremy is now in only his football shorts and bed shirt. "I just figured you'd be too scared of messing up your hair"

Michael slowly turns to Jeremy, pointing a finger at his hair. "Do I look like i care about my hair?"

Jeremy shrugs. "Well not right now but-"

Jeremy is shoved in the chest. He instinctively grabs Micheal's arm, pulling him into the water. The surprisingly warm water hits him by surprise, knocking the air out of his chest. His butt knocks off the slightly shallow bottom. He pushes to the surface, gasping for hair and combing his hair from his eyes.

Micheal is quick to resurface, spluttering with laughter.
"Ugh it's good to be BACK!" He yells into the echoey room. "I've been wanting to take you here for ages"

"And why haven't you?" Jeremy's big toe is barely able to touch the bottom, but it's enough to keep him balanced.

"This place is guarded during the day, and there hasn't been a good times to take you for a 3am swim until now" Micheal looks around, unable to stop grinning. "God, I used to come here all the time with my cousin. We'd do races and see who could hold their breath the longest. I was really good at the latter"

"HA!"

Micheal raises an eyebrow. "Ha?"

"Micheal, you are notoriously bad at holding your breath" Jeremy laughs at Micheal's offended reaction.

"W-Well you try then. Hold your breath right now" Micheal splashes him a little.

"Right now? Fuckin' watch me" Jeremy plugs his nose and sinks into the water like he's in a Sanders Sides episode. He only holds out for five seconds before he resurfaces with a cough.

"Ha! Who's shit now?" Michael celebrates, drifting closer to Jeremy.

"I-" He's cut off by a water induced coughing fit. "I got water in my lungs"

"Oh sure you did" Micheal mocks.

"Okay that was a bad try. Let's go down together this time"

"Okay okay, I'm in. Count of three?"

"Yeah"

"1, 2, 3" They take a deep breath, plunging under the water.

Jeremy opens his eyes, pushing the water around him to keep him under. Micheal squints his eyes accusingly at Jeremy. Jeremy sticks his tongue out mockingly and is greeted by the taste of chlorine and pee. Michael pushes his hand through the water, lightly grabbing Jeremy's throat in an effort to throw him off.

Jeremy immediately retaliates, kicking back and pushing Micheal's hand away. Note to self, Jeremy has whatever the opposite of a choking kink is. As Jeremy pushes away, Micheal pushes forward, never breaking the waterlogged eye contact.

Jeremy furrows his brows in confusion and Micheal keeps moving forward until their heads are nearly touching. Then they are touching. Michael quickly kisses Jeremy before shooting back. Jeremy kicks back up to the surface in surprise, taking in gasps of hot air.

Michael follows behind him, punching the air in triumph.
"I won!"

Jeremy gasps for air before turning to Micheal.

"What?! NO! No that-that was cheating!" Jeremy splutters, struggling to keep himself afloat.

"You're just mad that you lost" Micheal laughs, cool as a fucking cucumber dildo.

"I- dbfhjehfiu- ajfjkfdf- no! Nah nah nah- I call for a rematch" The fluster twink demands with as much authority as a farm bunny.

"Oh sure okay" Micheal responds. Without counting down, they take a deep breath and sink down yet again.

They're under for a second when Jeremy moves over to Micheal, hands outreached to cup his face. He pulls them together, reconnecting their lips once again. Michael kisses back, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss but instead getting a mouthful of water. Jeremy pulls them as close as he can. The pair are more desperate for contact than air.

Air . . . air! Micheal kicks them upward to give them a chance to breathe. They burst over the surface, Micheal grabbing Jeremy's face. Their kiss gets more heated and messy, but they don't care. They're kissing. Kissing! Full out making out in an abandoned swimming pool, only breaking for air when they physically cannot go any longer. Michael moves back for a second, looking into Jeremy's eyes and laughing a little. He can barely stand three seconds before he kisses Jeremy again, this time light and sweetly.

"Hey!"

They break away, heads snapping to the other end of the pool. A torch shines in their eyes, making them squint a little. Michael looks to jeremy.
"Run" He says quietly.

They jet to the nearest edge of the pool, clambering out as fast as they can. The figure shouts at them again. They don't chance looking to see if they're being chased. Jeremy repeats shit under his breath as he grabs the clothes and shoes off the ground as fast as he can. Michael grabs him, pulling him back to the locker room.
"We gotta go- GO GO NO!"

On wet feet, they sprint back through the tiled room to the stairwell. Michael pulls Jeremy behind him, making sure he doesn't slip on the weirdly damp floor. They don't stop running until their out by the bike. The pair plant their backs against the rough exterior wall, taking in deep breaths of cold night air.

"That was amazing" Jeremy pants, closing his eyes and dropping the clothes onto the ground.

"Yeah it was" Micheal takes his hoodie and tracksuit bottoms, putting them on his soaking body. "That's the first time I've ever been chased! They must've upped the security since the last time I was here"

"I wasn't talking about being chased" Jeremy says plainly.

Michael looks at him, breaking into a smile. "Here, put your hoodie on or you'll freeze"

"Should we wait here to dry off before going back home- that is if we are going home" Jeremy asks, pulling the gigantic hoodie over his body.

"I like that idea"

The pair look ahead at the silhouette of rooftops that adorn the sparkling night sky. The stars and satellites hypnotise them, making them more starstruck than they already are. Jeremy doesn't even notice that he reaches for Micheal's hand; but he does notice Micheal interlock their fingers.

"I may have a crush on you, Micheal" Jeremy says up to the stars, knowing that he'll never have the balls to say it to Micheal. Lucky for him, his wannabe-crush hears him.

Micheal can't look away from his face. Water droplets still cling to his eyelashes and darken his eyebrows. Though he attempted to comb his sopping hair back, strands still fall onto his forehead. His pale eyes reflect the stars sparkling above.

"I have a crush on you too"

Micheal watches as Jeremy's blue lips stretch into a contagious smile. Tired and waterlogged they decide to keep staring at the sky, revelling in their cliche beginning. And this is just that; the beginning of something wonderful.

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The pool scene was inspired by a TV show (and by inspired I mean I copied the scene line for line) and I'm not ashamed

Although if you are curious where I got it from, go on youtube and watch Isak and Even part 80 through to Isak and Even part 90. I may be a little obsessed with these two but that's neither here nor there.

Anyways anyways anyways, I hope you guys liked the newest Sleepy Time story. I want to write more and more of these, so if you have any suggestions please comment them I have writers block.

Have a wonderful wonderful wonderful day and don't stay up too late

- Avery