Michael Mell x Jeremy Heere
TW: Angst, hurt, suicidality from Michael (not described), suicide attempt (not described), gore, blood and a knife is mentioned at some point.
Summary: What would happen if Michael tried to take his life after the Halloween party?
It was almost 10 AM when the news of what had happened to Michael reached the classroom.
It was that Halloween night when Michael had done it. One of his mother's had found him and called an ambulance immediately.
Jeremy felt his stomach drop when he got the news.
Michael? Michael Mell? Trying to take his own life? The idea of that being a possibility had never even crossed his mind.
Once school was over, he wasn't even sure where to go first. Michael's home or the hospital.
As he started walking, his SQUIP - which looked and sounded like Keanu Reeves - appeared again.
"What? Why not?" Jeremy asked almost immediately, not understanding why it was telling him not to go.
Sure, it has told him that he needed to cut ties with Michael, but the guy had just tried to take his life. He had every reason to go.
"We talked about this before. Michael isn't good for your reputation. If you go now, it won't go well, I promise you that much." It replied to his question.
Jeremy stopped walking for a moment, his grip on his bag tightening lightly.
He couldn't believe he was genuinely considering not going now, but his reputation had just gotten good.
No one bullied him or pushed him around anymore, he didn't want to lose that.
In the end, he shook his head and decided to go anyway.
The SQUIP didn't come back after that. Not while he walked anyway.
His steps got heavier the further he went. He felt his stomach churn.
What was he even supposed to do when he met Michael again? Apologizing was the most logical option, but what would that fix?
After asking for Michael's room, he hesitated once agan.
What if Michael didn't even want to see him? What if he hated Jeremy now?
Not that Jeremy could blame him. It was Jeremy's fault that all of this was happening now.
Michael had just wanted to help, to protect him and Jeremy had called him a loser. Not just that, but he had also called him jealous.
And all that after having said Michael would forever stay his favorite person.
He stopped in front of the hospital room and stared at the number for a few minutes before he finally knocked.
He didn't wait for an answer as he grabbed the doorhandle and slowly pushed it down before opening the door.
He then stepped into the room.
He regretted it immediately when Michael's face changed from curiosity to recognition and a sense of anger and hurt Jeremy had never seen on his best friends face before.
Or, well, ex-best friend, judging by the look on Michael's face.
Jeremy couldn't even get the male's name out properly before he was interrupted.
"Go away." Michael said sharply as he leaned back in his bed. "What are you even here for? To call me a loser again?"
"Don't even start." He snapped as he crossed his arms. "I don't wanna hear it."
Only now, Jeremy noticed the the bandages wrapped around Michael's arms and the tubes attached to his wrist and nose.
"Michael, please, listen..." Jeremy begged and once again he was met with hostility.
"Why? Do you think an apology is gonna make everything okay? That it's gonna fix this? Yeah, no fucking way." He said with a bitter laugh.
Jeremy was starting to realize why the SQUIP had said this was a bad idea. Not only for his reputation, fuck that.
Michael was pissed. With good reason, Jeremy knew that. But it still hurt.
"I..." Jeremy started before he looked down. "Alright then. Uhm... Get better soon."
With that, he turned around and walked back out of the room, feeling even worse than he already had.
Days passed, and Jeremy still heard and saw nothing of Michael.
Formerly, he had never realized how utterly lost and uncomfortable it was to be without him.
Even with all the popular boys and girls demanding his attention, expecting him to do and say specific things, it all didn't feel right.
The SQUIP tried to convince him that it was fine and the feeling would pass more often than not, but none of it seemed to really help.
So, instead of waiting any longer, he decided to text Michael.
Listen, I know you're upset, and I don't blame you, but can we please talk?
Jeremy sighed as he sat at his desk, tossing his phone onto his bed before he tilted his head back.
It had been three days since he had been to the hospital and nothing had bettered yet.
Not the guilt. Not the fear. Not the concern. And most definitely not the burning need to see the other and hug him tightly.
Jeremy basically jumped up and went to grab his phone, opening it to see that... it wasn't Michael.
He sighed and dropped the phone before plopping down onto the bed.
This couldn't seriously be happening right now.
He closed his eyes for a moment, just to rest his eyes.
Next thing he knew, he had fallen asleep.
He woke up a while later to his screen lighting up for a second before going dark again.
He checked the time quietly.
He hummed softly and opened his phone, checking his notifications.
Then, he sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes as if not fully believing what he was seeing.
But you better make this worth my time.
Jeremy's heart started besting in his throat as he stared down at the message.
"Don't." The SQUIP's voice interrupted his train of thought that was about to start.
Jeremy looked up, a thick frown on his face. "What? Why not? I thought, by now, it was clear I do not care for my reputation anymore."
The SQUIP sighed softly. "I figured."
All of a sudden, a sharp pain went through Jeremy, like an electroshock starting at his neck and spreading out.
Then, everything went black again.
When Jeremy woke with a soft gasp the following morning, he sat up quickly and checked his phone.
Several messages from Michael.
Fine. I guess not then. Good night.
The SQUIP had knocked him out and now he had missed his opportunity to talk to Michael.
He quickly grabbed the phone before the SQUIP could show up and typed a quick message.
Michael, I'm so sorry. I was completely knocked out last night - literally. Please, give me another chance.
The screen showed a small Your message couldn't be delivered sign.
Jeremy then realized something.
He needed to get rid of this stupid SQUIP. Somehow. He didn't care how.
He just needed to figure out how. Maybe Rich could help him in this case.
He was the one to get Jeremy into this mess in the first place after all.
Jeremy basically jumped up from the bed and quickly got himself ready, since school would start soon anyway.
He would approach Rich during the lunch break.
That was the plan. At least, until Jeremy got to school and realized Rich wasn't to be found anywhere.
That moment, panic gripped him.
Where in the world was Rich?
"Hey." A voice suddenly spoke from behind him.
Jeremy turned around to see who it was, and there was Jenna Rolan. They had a thing a day or so after the Halloween party.
"Oh uh... hi." Jeremy said quietly.
"You okay?" She asked softly, a small frown on her face.
Wait. She had a SQUIP too.
Jeremy looked around quickly before he stepped closer to her. "Jenna, I- God... I need help. Quickly."
Jenna raised a brow at him before she nodded. "Okay. What's up?"
The two talked. Long and thoroughly.
Too long for Jeremy's liking, but he needed all the information he could get, no matter at what cost.
He needed to get back to Michael. And the SQUIP was making that impossible.
And now? Now they sat in the bathroom at his home together, a mirror and a small knife in hand.
"And you're sure this works?" Jeremy asked anxiously.
Jenna nodded softly and sat behind him. "It's how I did it and it worked for me. But... it's going to be incredibly uncomfortable, if not painful. Did you take the painkiller, like I said?"
Jeremy nodded. "Two, just in case."
"Good." Jenna said with a small nod. "Get ready then. Try not to scream, I don't want your dad thinking I'm killing you."
Jeremy swallowed hard as he grabbed onto the sink in front of him.
When he felt the knife dig into his neck, it was painful, but he managed to clench his jaw hard enough to make not a sound, even if that didn't exactly ease the pain.
As she said, it was incredibly uncomfortable, and judging by her Ugh it didn't look pretty either.
Then came the uncomfortable feeling of the SQUIP being pulled out and without a second of more suffering, it was over.
His neck hurt like hell when Jenna pressed a tissue over it before quickly attaching it, using a roll of medical tape.
"There. Done." She said before she stepped back.
There was blood on her hands, his blood, and the knife was bloody too. But next to the knife, right there in her hand, was the SQUIP.
Jeremy, out of pure instinct, took it from her, stepped on it after tossing it onto the ground and then picked it up again to throw it into the trash.
"Well, someone's angry." Jenna joked lightly as she put the knife into the sink before washing her hands.
"Incredibly. That thing ruined the best damn thing I had." Jeremy muttered quietly.
Jenna looked at him before she raised a brow slowly. "Michael?"
Jeremy's jaw clenched lightly as he nodded softly. "Michael."
"Say uh... Can I ask you something?" She asked as she turned and leaned on the sink a bit, drying her hands on a towel.
Jeremy looked at her with a raised brow. "What is it?"
"You and Michael are always together. I was really surprised to here you were getting close with... well... girls." She said, almost trying to be careful.
Jeremy's eyes widened as his cheeks went beet red. "What?! You thought Michael and I-? No. No, no, no. We're not- We were just friends!"
Jenna raised her hands with a small smile. "Woah. Relax. I get it. Just saying, maybe you should think about what he really means to you if he's 'the best thing you had'."
Another few days passed, and finally, he saw Michael in the hall.
The only issue? The moment Jeremy tried to approach him, Michael turned on his heel and walked off. Every time.
At the end of the day, Jeremy was getting desperate.
Eventually, he decided it was enough. He wouldn't chase Michael through the school.
Instead, at 3 PM, he stood in front of the male's door, ringing the bell quickly before taking a step back.
Michael's mother - one of the two - opened the door.
She looked surprised to see Jeremy standing in front of her.
"Jeremy?" She asked, her tone indicating she hadn't expected him at all. "What are you doing here?"
"I need to speak to Michael." Jeremy replied in a desperate tone. "Please."
The woman hesitated for a moment before she sighed and nodded. "Let me get him."
Jeremy could hear the voices from inside, the angrier one clearly belonging to Michael.
He couldn't exactly hear what they were saying, but he could make assumptions, and those made his stomach twist into panicked knots.
There was a moment of silence before footsteps approached the door, and it was yanked open.
He saw Michael in the door, desperately trying to look angry, though Jeremy could tell that Michael was as wanting for this as Jeremy was.
"What do you want?" Michael said quietly, his grip on the door tight.
Jeremy swallowed hard. Speaking without the SQUIP telling him what to say was quite unusual, which was why the words got stuck for a moment until he finally managed to get them out.
Michael scoffed and looked off to the side. "I already told you, I don't want your apologies."
"I don't want to apologize." Jeremy said, his voice more stern now.
"Let me talk." He said before Michael could interrupt him.
"The SQUIP made me realize... a lot of things. Afrer taking it, so many things changed, for the worse mostly. " He continued when Michael finally shut his mouth. "It made me realize that being popular isn't everything. That I ruined a lot of things with getting that thing. But there is one thing that stood out the most."
Michael raised a brow, but still, didn't speak. He had been told to let him talk after all.
Jeremy swallowed hard and took a singular step forward. "What we had was far more than I gave it credit. The things you did for me were far more important than anything that happened in the last weeks."
"Michael, I..." He stuttered softly, taking a shaky breath before he closed his eyes, not wanting to see Michael's reaction yet. "Fuck, I think I'm in love with you. I have been this whole time, and never realized. Never allowed myself to see it."
Silence followed that statement.
Jeremy dared to crack open an eye just to see an expression on Michael he hadn't expected at all.
Not only was the male in front of him completely in tears - or rather fighting them - but he was also just as red as Jeremy had been during his talk with Jenna.
Jeremy opened his mouth to say something, but before he could utter a word, Michael was on him.
He jumped up to Jeremy and grabbed him by the face, not caring that the male's glasses - which he now needed again without the SQUIP - had shifted and kissed him.
Their glasses clicked together at the kiss, but Jeremy didn't pull away.
At first, he actually didn't respond at all, but when his brain had rebooted to function again, he leaned in.
They stayed like this for a while until Michael finally pulled back a little. "I missed you so damn much. And I love you too, you goddamn moron."
Jeremy's heart jumped into his throat from joy. He let out a small laugh before he hugged Michael tightly.
"Never ever do shit like that again." Michael muttered against Jeremy's shoulder, to which said male only nodded, holding onto Michael for dear life.
"I promise, it'll never happen again."
After that, Jeremy was a big part of Michael's recovery in many ways.
He was at the male's side at all times, comforting him, supporting him, assuring him.
And, in no time, Michael and Jeremy were inseparable again. Player 1 and Player 2, all over again.
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