Ephemeral Michael¿ :0c
Ephemeral - lasting a very short time
Michael was in the bathroom. With Jeremy. A part of him wanted nothing more than to hug him, or kiss him, but another part was furious. He just, leaves, and doesn’t say a word to him, and the one moment he gets with him is in a bathroom while he’s drunk off his ass? No fucking way.
Michael stalks forward, pushing against Jeremy’s chest. They lock eyes, and Michael honestly can’t tell want he’s feeling. They used to be able to read each other like a book. What happened? The Squip.
“Squip got your tongue?”
“No, it’s-it’s off.” Michael felt a spark of hope in his chest. He could talk to Jeremy, no optic nerve blocking to get in the way.
“That would explain why you’re talking to me.” He looks down to the side, and breathes deeply, settling his nerves. “I was thinking about this moment, what I was gonna say to you,” he glances back up, “I had this really pissed off monologue, an epic journey through twelve years of friendship.” Jeremy shifts on his feet. Michael loses his train of thought. “What?”
“Nah it’s just…it’s really great to see you man.” Michael shoves that spark of hope back behind his anger and his pain.
“Well it won’t be when you hear what I found out.” Michael gestured with his hands. “This guy I play Warcraft with told me his brother went from a straight d’s student to a freshman at Harvard.” Jeremy perks up a bit, and Michael gets a bit of grim satisfaction that it isn’t gonna go the way Jeremy thinks. “You know where he is now?”
“Really happy and successful?” Michael waits a beat, then finally strikes his main blow.
“He’s in a mental hospital.” Jeremy’s face drops, and Michael presses on. “Totally lost it.”
“Alright, I don’t see how that has to do with me-”
“Think man!” Michael snaps. “We’re talking about an insanely powerful super computer! You think it’s primary function is to get you laid? Who made them? How did they end up in a high school, IN NEW JERSEY!?” Michael threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “Of all possible applications for such a mind-blowingly advanced technology, you ever wonder what it’s doing inside of you?!” Michael huffs as he ends his rant, and Jeremy stares back blankly. The air was tense, and it only got worse as Jeremy tsked.
“And I thought Chloe was jealous.”
“I’m honestly asking!” Couldn’t he see that he was concerned?! That he cared?!
“Oh really? Cuz I think that you’re just pissed that I have one and you don’t.” Was-was he serious? He thought he was jealous? Of a stupid tic tac?
“Come on.” Michael scoffed and Jeremy narrowed his eyes.
“Hey maybe I got lucky alright?! Is that so weird?!” He stepped towards Michael, forcing him to step back with him. “I mean with my history, I would say that the universe owned me one. And look, I don’t know about your ‘friend’s brother whatever’ but if you’re telling me the Squip made him crazy-”
Michael quickly interrupted. “The Squip didn’t make him crazy-”
Jeremy butted in. “Alright there you go-”
Michael had had enough. He raised his voice and shoved Jeremy hard in the chest.
“HE WENT CRAZY TRYING TO GET IT OUT!” Jeremy froze, then relaxed and put his hands in his pockets.
“Well, then I’ve got nothing to worry about.” He shrugged, and Michael’s breath hitched. “Why would I want that-”
Michael finally stepped forward and blocked the door as Jeremy tried to leave.
“Come on man, move.” Michael tilted his head forward. He had nothing else to lose. Not a friend, not a reputation, and certainly not a boyfriend.
“Or you’ll what?”
“Get out of my way,” and Michael could sense it, this small moment, as alcohol swam through his body and numbed but also sharpened every sensation, like the music pumping through the door, the smell of vomit in the room, and the thud of his heart as Jeremy leaned forward to hiss at him, ”loser.”
Michael’s spark of hope fluttered out as Jeremy pushed past him, and slammed the door behind him. With a blank face and a heavy heart, Michael stumbled into the bathtub to relive that one, small, horrible moment in his head until it lost all meaning, or until he woke up from this nightmare with his player two by his side.