Dedicated to stonksandmafs who gave me this wonderful idea.

Also, a oneshot where Jeremy and Micheal aren't already dating? More unlikely than you think
(Seriously though in 99.999% of my one shots they're already together it's very strange)

Anyways, they're not dating . . .

. . . yet

Finally, this contains some inappropriate and weird questions so be prepared.
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Jeremy thinks it's around 2:30.
He can't be sure, of course. He has too many commitment issues to buy a watch and his phone died an hour ago. Well, he thinks it died. His mind is so scrambled right now he can't be sure of anything.

Micheal, on the other hand, is sure that it's closer to 5.
He has no reason to think this. He just has the habit of assuming these kind of things.

The actual time doesn't matter.

Jeremy and Micheal are tired but too stubborn to admit it. So instead of sleeping, they're lying on the floor staring at Jeremy's bedroom ceiling. I'm not sure how exactly to describe the position they're in, so just look at that picture up there and imagine the boyfs.

Jeremy pushes the air in his mouth from one cheek to the other, making them blow up like a monkey. His blinks count every long second.

"I'm bored" Micheal admits.
He has thrown his hoodie over him like a blanket instead of wearing his hoodie or getting an actual blanket.

"Let's play a game. Like a sleepover game like what girls do in movies" Jeremy proposes, his voice kinda hoarse.

"Yeeesss that sounds like fun" Micheal says with a little giggle. "What game are you thinking of?"

Jeremy ponders for a moment. His brain isn't working at all, leaving him with less than nothing.

"Truths"

"Truths?"

"Like truth or dare without the dare because fuck me with a tree branch I am not standing up to do any dares. And we have to answer completely honestly because that makes it fun" Jeremy describes with a complete overuse of hand gestures.

"Yeessss that sounds fun" Micheal practically slurs, drunk on sleep deprivation. "Do you want to ask first?"

"Yes please. Uhhhh . . . what's the most illegal thing you've ever done?"

"Lemme think . . . oh! One time I was buying pot- okay this is kinda a long story but stay with me. I was buying pot when someone noticed me and my dealer. They yelled 'hey!' so we fucking bolted. We ran down a bunch of alleyways and ran through an open door. It was really late so nothing was open, but luckily someone didn't lock the back door to a supermarket. We hid in the storage room there for a while and got high- because why not. After a while we got thirsty so we snuck into the supermarket part and drank like six cartons of milk. That was a fun day" Micheal recounts happily, as if he's telling Jeremy about a day in the park.

Jeremy's jaw drops.
"Dude really? Why haven't you told me that story before?"

"Cause it was illegal- I'm pretty sure it was illegal" Micheal says seriously.

Jeremy hums in agreement.
"Your turn to ask a question man"

"Oh okay . . . um . . . how weird can these questions get?" Micheal asks, which is a very good question to ask to be fair.

"I don't care- as weird as you want" Jeremy clarifies.

Micheal nods slowly, resting his interlocked hands behind his head.
"What kind of porn do you watch?"

It takes like seven seconds for Jeremy to process the question.
"Did you just ask about my taste in pornography?"

"Yup" Micheal verifies. "You have to answer honestly"

"You're gross. Ugh. I guess . . . this is so weird. Just regular stuff I guess. Somegaystufftoobutthat'sbesidesthepoint-"

"Jeremy did you just say that you watch gay porn?" Micheal can hardly contain his laughter.

"Shut up!" Jeremy hits Micheal the best he can from his position. "You already asked your question it's my turn now"

Jeremy thinks for a second, trying to concoct the most humiliating question he can.
"How long is your dick?"

He expects Micheal to choke or laugh or splutter. But instead he just casually gives Jeremy the measurement, right down to the half inch.

Jeremy is the one who chokes. His face goes even redder as he gasps in confusion and horror.
"How did-how did you . . . why are you so casual about your dick size?!"

"Because I'm not ashamed of it. Also, before we move on, that's how long it is when it's soft" Micheal only smirks when Jeremy has some insane reaction. "Now it's my question. Why do you have an interest in homosexual porn?"

Jeremy has less than no idea how to react.
"I'm just sort of bicurious, alright?"

Micheal pulls a : D face.
"Jeremy you're bicurious!  That's great dude- no really I'm not taking the piss. I feel bad for making you admit that through a stupid game but I'm proud of you none the less"

"I am kinda happy that someone else knows" Jeremy admits quietly. "I didn't plan to tell anyone until I was sure but now I'm not questioning alone"

"Your turn to ask a question by the way. I'm sure you've heard enough about my penis already but I can give you more detail if you like" Micheal teases.

Jeremy just rolls his eyes, borderline fed up.
"For the tenth time, shut up. What is . . . your biggest regret?"

Micheal goes quiet as he thinks. He never appeared to be the type of guy who had a lot of regrets. He seems so carefree, so don't-worry-be-happy. Maybe he is and he just can't think of a regret; or maybe he doesn't know which regret to decide on.

"When I was like- I don't know, eight, my cousin won a trip to Disneyland- or Disneyworld. Whichever one is in Orlando. She offered to take me but I declined. Sure, I had a great time while she was gone, but I do kinda wish I went" Micheal says.

"You passed up on a trip to Disneyland?" Jeremy can barely believe what he's hearing. Everyone loves Disney it's a fact- but no one loves Disney more than Micheal.

He drove for over an hour every day last summer so he could work in the Disney Store. He never misses a Disney movie in the cinema, he knows the words to all the songs and he has watched more Disney+ than you can imagine.

And yet, he passed up on Disneyland/Disneyworld/whichever one is in Orlando.

"I had my reasons. And it's my question now. Um . . . what's your biggest insecurity?" Micheal asks.

Jeremy looks up at the ceiling. This question is surprisingly hard to answer; so many insecurities to chose from.

"Maybe my voice" Jeremy admits.

"Your voice?"
Micheal's surprised to say the least. He was expecting him to say his nose or his stomach or his legs.

"Yeah- my voice is just weird. I kind of have an accent, so whenever I meet people they always think I'm Canadian or English or something. It also gets really high pitched and breaks a lot and it's just whiny and yuck I don't like it"

Micheal turns his head, looking at his friend with furrowed brows.
"Really?"

"I know I know it's stupid but this is a judge free zone dude"

"Nah it's not stupid. It's just . . . not what I was expecting" There's a best of silence. Jeremy sniffs.

"My question now; why didn't you go to Disneyland with your cousin?"

Micheal sucks in a breath.
"Shit I should've seen this one coming- uh, can we get passes?"

"Oh no. No way. I told you about my porn habits and by bi-curiosity; you can survive this one tiny question" Jeremy insists with a scoff.

Micheal is still reluctant, but answers.
"I didn't go to Disney with my cousin, because that week you and I planned to go swimming down at Ellison Lake and I didn't want to blow you off"

"Woah whah wait" Jeremy sits up, leaning on his side and propping up on his elbow. "You didn't seriously pass up on Disney for some swimming. Dude we could've just rescheduled! Lakes don't go anywhere, Disney is once in a lifetime"

"That's why it's my biggest regret. Well- sort of. I regret not going to Disney, but I don't regret going to Ellison Lake. It's a little bit messy"

"Huh" is all Jeremy can say as he lies back on his back. He's not really sure what to make of that confession. He remembers the day at the lake and- sure, they had a blast. It was probably the most fun day of Jeremy's life, but he would give up that day it a heartbeat if it meant he could go to Disney.

"Your question" he reminds Micheal.

"I know I know I'm just thinking" Micheal takes a moment to ponder. "God questions are hard to think of. What's your biggest secret?"

"You already know my biggest secret; I'm probably bisexual" Jeremy says.

"Oh shit yeah, lemme ask another question then. How did you know that you are probably bisexual?" Micheal asks.

"Oh, uh, I started questioning a few months ago when I started to get . . . feelings, i guess, for a guy" Jeremy admits.

"No way. Spill the tea sis who you thirstin' over?" Micheal exclaims.

"Nope that's a whole other question it's my turn now. What is . . . your dream job?"

"That question's sorta lame but okay; and I don't really have a dream job. Sure, I'd love to be a musician or actor or whatever but everyone would love that. Outside of just getting a shit ton of money and being famous, I don't know what I want to do. I want to help people and make a difference but I don't know how to do that. Can you tell I've been having an existential crisis over my job for ages?"

Jeremy giggles. "I was expecting you to say McDonalds Worker or something. Sorry for tapping into your fears about the future"

"Believe me, nothing scares me more than the future" Micheal smiles. "Now it's my question. Who's the lucky guy that made you question your sexuality?"

"Dude come on- do I have to answer this?"

"Just give me the name and I'll never bring it up again ever. No follow up questions, no teasing, nothing. Just gimme the name"

Jeremy rubs his hands down his face. This is a bad idea. Jeremy knows this is a bad idea. But middle-of-the-night--truth-ganes are extremely binding. He sighs.
"You promise to never bring it up again?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die"

"Fine . . . fuck my life man this game is fucking stupid . . . you may have been the guy that made me question my sexuality but we're going to swiftly move on because I'masking what your favourite ice cream flavour is"

"Oh uh- chocolate" Micheal's favourite flavour isn't chocolate (it's rocky road and raspberry shortcake), he was just in such a state of surprise that he went with the first flavour he could think of.

"Cool cool cool cool cool" Jeremy says, filling up the dreaded silence.

"My question now" Micheal says. "Did you know . . . that the guy you just named- this is considering that you still have feelings for this guy; if you don't, that's okay that's cool. But did you know that guy you just named has feelings for you?"

Jeremy feelings like he just swallowed his own body. That doesn't make sense you say? Well neither does Jeremy's feelings being reciprocated.

After a few seconds of gibberish sounds, he finally comes out with a sentence.
"Okay . . . cool okay . . . there only seems to be one question left, right?"

Micheal takes a deep breath.
"Right"

"Should we go to sleep? Because it is incredibly late" Jeremy asks.

"Oh! Oh yeah we should. It's like 5am"

The two boys get to their feet. Michael stretches, his bones creaking. Michael takes the bottom bunk of his bunk bed, collapsing onto it with a quiet sigh. Jeremy climbs up to the top bunk (this is the only time he'll ever top lol).

"Can I ask one more question before we go to sleep?" Micheal asks into the dark room.

"Why not?"

"This question- whatever you answer is fine. There's no wrong answer, I don't want to fuck things up but I gotta ask"

"Go ahead"

Micheal swallows.
"Wanna go out with me, Jer? Like romantically?"

"I do" Jeremy smiles.

"Cool"

"Cool"

As they both drift asleep, one question remains. Will they remember their little spill session tomorrow, or will it be forgotten with tomorrows hangover?

•••
Did I name a lake after the park from Dear Evan Hansen? Yes. Yes I did.

I love me some sleepy time content it is my bUTTER.

Also, I know I didn't include it in the chapter, but here's what they were wearing:
Micheal has his hoodie as a blanket, with a red Steven Universe t-shirt and flannel pyjama bottoms.

Jeremy has glasses, baggy shorts and a fluffy hoodie with bear ears on the hood. He is also wearing fluffy socks of course.

Should I make more Sleepy Time stories?

- Avery