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SKAM S04E05 Clip 3 - Bad Feeling

[ELLINOR: Ahh, it’ll be great!

VILDE WØIEN: Oh my Goood, karaoke is hilarious! Hope you don’t have to have a good singing voice

VILDE: It’ll be super awesome!]

SANA: Did you feel like Sara was trying to hide something from us yesterday?

NOORA: Ehh.. no.. What?

SANA: I don’t know. I just have a bad feeling. If you think about it, those girls can just take the whole bus and throw us out. They’re paying for it.

NOORA: Yeha, but.. Why would they bother joining forces with us if they’re going to throw us out?

SANA: Because they wanted that bus.

NOORA: I don’t think they’re that psycho.

SANA: And didn’t Sara say she’d send me a copy of the contract?

NOORA: Yeah.. I don’t know. Maybe?

SANA: Yeah, she said so. But she hasn’t done it.

NOORA: Yeah.. How did that russ stuff become so important to you?

SANA: I have to ask her about that contract. Sara! Can I talk to you?

GIRL: Ehhh.. Yeah..

SANA: I was just wondering what’s up with the bus contract.

SARA: What do you mean?

SANA: Weren’t you supposed to send me a copy of the contract proposal?

SARA: I did! Didn’t I? I think I did.

SANA: I don’t think you did. Maybe you forgot to. Like how you forgot to add Noora and I to the bus page.

SARA: I think I sent it. Maybe I have the wrong e-mail address? Or that it ended up in the spam filter.

SANA: In the spam filter?

SARA: Because Mari’s copy did.

SANA: Oh. Here it is.

SARA: Good. Mari sent me a message syaing we have to have a contract meeting on Monday and you have to come because you’re the boss so.. Sana, it’s not my intention to boss around so much.. I’m just so used to being the bus boss and then stuff just happens.. But it’s not my intention to overlook you, in any way.

SANA: No, it’s okay.

SARA: But did you see the SYNG event?

SANA: Yeah.

SARA: It’d be cool if everybody came.

SANA: Yeah, we’re coming.

SARA: Fun! I feel like we have to fuse the buses a bit more. Get to know each other better.

SANA: True.

Accuse me of not working my full 40, we'll see about that.

(long story: tl;dr at the end)

My job received some dramatic changes with the labor law changes from late last year. While it’s not technically law right now, my company is enforcing our policy to test the waters and see how it works for us. Basically this means, I can only work 40 hours a week. No overtime approval is available. Any days we work over 8 hours we have to use compensated time (comp time) to even it out. To help maintain office coverage we have meetings to plan our comp time.

To clarify, we can only use our comp time only on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays since we need a full staff on Monday and Fridays to assist our sales team. Also we can’t use it to come in late or leave early. So basically we’re left with taking long lunches (2.5-3 hours sometimes) right in the middle of the work day. But randomly, they’ll give us full days off when we work 6:30-7 hours on a weekend (which is nice, but this also is creating productivity problems). The staff who are a part of this have grown very frustrated because these long lunches are interfering with our work, meetings, appointments, and for the commuting staff they have to sit in their office for a long period of time and do nothing. Finally after a few months of this ineffective system, we told our CEO that we need to discuss some changes we think would make this better for everyone. He meets with our Exec Team and they agreed to attend our comp meeting to discuss things.

So, this Monday we all walk into the meeting with some level of hope. At the very least we’ll be heard and be able to say that we’d like to be able to come in a little late or leave a little early when things are slower. Our CEO explains his view on comp time and then a co-worker of mine explains how it isn’t working for us and it’s causing problems. Now our CEO is normally a chill guy, but he used an angry and defensive tone I’ve never seen before and went on a 15 minute rant about comp time. His rant included:

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A little rambling on the workings of PR

I don’t usually post about things like this.  In my opinion, celebrity’s private lives and just that “private”, but there comes a point where a person gets tired of all the games…and especially of seeing people played.

 Do I think Sam/Cait are a couple?  I don’t know for sure, the only ones that do aren’t saying, but what I will say is that I think the two of them are a hell of a lot closer than normal co-stars.

 Do I think Sam/MM are a couple?   I don’t know that either, but I do know there’s something off about that relationship. I’m by way of being kind of an expert in body language and Sam is always too stiff and guarded in proximity to MM. Until I see Sam act and look at MM like he does Cait, then I’m far from convinced.

 Do I think there are PR games being played?   You better believe it!!  And I hate to tell you all this but the fans and even Sam are being played like a fiddle by a gal that doesn’t even know the proper attire for a birthday party.  

 So, what can we – as fans – do about it?

 Let me tell you a little story.  Once upon a time in the land of daytime TV there was a show called Days of Our Lives and a couple named EJ and Sami, dubbed with the portmanteau of “Ejami” by their fans.   Ejami had Sam/Cait level chemistry and the characters had danced around each other for 8 years, finally coming together in 2013.  Fans were happy and while Days was not the highest rated soap, it had the largest social media presence of all the soaps thanks to happy viewers who had and posted and tweeted and campaigned for years to get their couple together.    However, in 2014, their love story took a nose dive when EJ began a sexual relationship with a much younger girl to keep her from telling on Sami for murder.  At least that’s how it looked on the surface.

 The truth was, Days producer Ken Corday had concocted a rather devious plan.   In 2014, the Nielson ratings group began incorporating social medial statistics into their overall ratings and on January 13, 2014, Corday was scheduled to present these social media statistics to advertisers to help set the advertising rates for the upcoming year.   Days was already the highest rated soap in social media, but Corday was greedy, so on January 10, 2013, he had EJ fall into bed with a young blonde twit thinking that Ejami fans would react like always and blow up social media over the weekend with their displeasure, with making Days social media numbers even higher for the meeting on Monday.

 Thankfully though, this time the fanbase realized what Corday was up too and decided to take a different approach – they went silent.  From January 10, 2014 to January 13, 2014, Days of Our Lives went from being the highest rated soap on social media to not even ranking…something they have NEVER recovered from.    Simply from the actions or lack of actions by fans, Days slipped heavily in the overall ratings to the point of cancellation and in a last-ditch effort are now bringing back the two actors for an upcoming sweeps period to give fans what they should have given them in the first place!

 What’s my point in all this?   My point is that MM is taking PR lessons from Corday.   That picture she posted with the rainbow wasn’t some innocent thing, she KNEW using a rainbow would rile fans up.  You see in Hollywood, there’s one simple and very true rule “There’s no such thing as bad publicity!”  Every time you interact on MM’s Twitter or Instagram, whether to say yay or nay, whether you call her a saint or a slut -she benefits from it.  Every single time!   Don’t think social media is that important?   I have a friend that’s an actor – a relatively well-known soap opera actor at that -  who was just turned down for a role because his social media presence wasn’t that strong. No joke!

 Which brings me to ask if you’ve ever heard of a Q-score?   Quite simply a Q-score is a measurement of the familiarity and appeal of a brand, celebrity, company, or entertainment product.   Used to be, Q-scores were measured by a celebrity’s appearances on TV/film, talk shows and in entertainment magazines.  Nowadays, the score is figured almost solely from social medial statistics.  To put the score in perspective, right now Johnny Depp has the highest Q-score at 92. Trump’s Q-score is 98.  Sam and Cait’s Q-scores range from 38-42 which is a very respectable range for actors in their genre. The interesting thing is that this time last year, MM had a Q-score of 18, which has risen to over 30 as of today and why?  Because of Sam.   Here is a girl that has chased fame since she was 12 years old and she’s finally got her hands on something that can help her achieve that.  She’s going to continue to use him and us unless we do one thing.  

 Ignore her.

 Just like we did to Days of our Lives that fateful January.  Block little Miss M on every facet of social medial.  Don’t follow, don’t comment, pretend she doesn’t exist. The best predictor of future behavior is past behavior and MM has shown herself by her past behavior.  When she’s no longer getting any attention from being Sam’s perceived girlfriend, the truth will out and at the very least, she’ll stop posting those “in your face” pics of hers.            

 Sometimes the adage of “Ignore something and it will go away” just works.

anonymous asked:

I don't want to seem stupid but I kinda feel a little out of the loop here...? I've been off for a bit, what's all the deal with the USA hockey? What's going on with them and the women's team?

Don’t worry anon, a lot has happened in the last few days and sometimes the hockey world is a bit of an echo chamber. So basically: 

USA Hockey and the US Women’s National Team have been in talks about equitable pay and more investment in girls development programs. USA Hockey has only been paying them $1000 a month while they are training in the Olympic camp. They can’t work and they aren’t getting paid enough, and these women don’t get paid a living wage to play hockey, so they depend on USA Hockey to help them out when they can’t work because they are at training camp for the Olympics.

The negotiations weren’t going anywhere so the national team is boycotting the women’s world championship which the US is hosting. Instead of trying to work it out with their national team, USA Hockey is trying to find a replacement team.

What they didn’t realize was that the captain of the team, Meghan Duggan, made over 100 phone calls to the entire pool of women’s hockey players in the national program.

“It’s not just about the girls you’ve seen in the media. It’s about everyone,“ Duggan said. “I felt in my gut that I had to call everyone individually and directly.” They weren’t calls to drum up support. That, they already have. It was just an effort to stay united, to say thanks for the support. It’s support that has been unanimous among the best women hockey players in this country.“There’s been no resistance. Zero resistance,” Duggan said. “Everyone knows this is the right thing to do.”

USAH sent out a form-letter email asking for them to play. They even asked a few high school seniors (who are on the U18, or under 18 team, but still, ouch). Keep in mind there’s like 400 players in the lineup before these girls, so they were turned down by hundreds of people before it got to that point.

Now they’ve actually moved on to beer league players.  

Two sources confirmed Saturday that the federation has even reached out to post-collegiate players who are playing now only in rec-league competition. One such player, who last played in college three years ago, said Saturday in a phone interview, “It’s crazy. Just crazy.”

“They said USA Hockey is having a final meeting Monday, and if the national team is still boycotting, we need you to report Wednesday,” the player added. “What I kept going back to is, ‘How do I say no, but how do I say yes?’ I mean, I just play in a beer league. I just play for fun now. I don’t train like I did in college. It’s insane.”

One of the worst things tho is we don’t know if they’ll have insurance. Hockey is a fast paced dangerous sport, and if they really are putting a team together that has high school kids and rec league players, they could get hurt really easily. 

All in all, USA Hockey would rather risk teenagers and rec players getting injured and having no insurance instead of just paying their own national team what they need to play hockey. It’s just shameful, and really reveals what they think about their own women’s team. 

If you want anymore info, I have a ‘uswnt boycott’ tag on my blog.

up on heaven’s boulevard

wordcount: 1965

summary: a meditation on nail polish, set march 2017.

genre: kind of thoughtful, mostly sweet.

warnings: nothing beyond mild language.

a/n: i wrote this a couple of weeks ago, and then my boy dan took a selfie and captioned it “post the nail polish fic. it’s time.” happy easter, too. (title from stars by grace potter & the nocturnals)

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When We Collide (Part 6)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

Twenty-something tequila shots, four different kinds of drinks and a bottle of champagne later you would have believed you weren’t able to feel anything. The banging sensation behind you was loud as Luke had smacked your back against the door but you barely felt a single feeling.

His finger was almost furiously tapping against the ring bell to his front door, desperately waiting for Patrick to open up because he hadn’t had time to inform about your arrivals, his lips nippling onto your bruises ones.

Safe to say, Luke was right about his sayings when he said that first kiss wouldn’t be the last of tonight.

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I was inspired by this post by @polyglot-oneday. If you have any suggestions please send them in :)

  • be’ (also written beh) - well
    be’, non ti preoccupare (well, don’t worry)
  • cioè (sometimes pronounced ce when talking fast or informally) - I mean (lit. that is); like [informal]
    non ho ancora finito di studiare, cioè, sono tantissimi libri (I haven’t finished studying yet, I mean, it’s a lot of books); ha iniziato a gridare all’improvviso, cioè, è pazzo (he started to scream all of a sudden, like, he’s crazy)
  • quindi - so, therefore
    quindi che avete fatto? Siete usciti? (so what did you do? did you go out?)
  • allora - so, therefore
    allora, che avete fatto? Siete usciti? (so, what did you do? did you go out?)
  • vediamo / vediamo un po’ - let’s see / lit. let’s see a little
    vediamo/vediamo un po’, e cosa hai risposto? (let’s see, what did you reply?)
  • va bene - it’s okay / okay
    ci vediamo lunedì, va bene? (we’ll meet on Monday, okay?)
  • tipo - like (as in it’s like…) [informal]
    era tipo una villa hollywoodiana (it was like a Hollywood mansion)
  • (ah) a proposito -  by the way
    a proposito, come sta tua nonna? (by the way, how is your grandma?
  • per lo meno (also written perlomeno) / almeno - at least
    almeno vi siete divertiti? (did you have fun at least?)
  • alla fine - finally, at last; at the end of the day
    alla fine lui è il responsabile (at the end of the day he is responsible)
  • meno male / meno male che - thank goodness (it. less bad/evil)
    meno male! siamo arrivati in tempo (thank goodness! we’ve arrived on time); meno male che siamo arrivati in tempo (thank goodness we arrived on time)
  • forse - maybe
    forse non sono in casa (maybe they’re not home)
  • inoltre / in più - moreover / plus
    fa freddissimo e inoltre non abbiamo soldi (it’s very cold plus we don’t have any money)
  • effettivamente - actually, in reality
    il migliore è effettivamente lui (actually he is the best)

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Along For The Ride - Part 1

Soul Eater

Word Count: 1598

SoMa Week 2017

Prompt 1 | Prompt 2 | Prompt 3 | Prompt 4 | Prompt 5 | Prompt 6 | Prompt 7

FFN or AO3

If Maka had to describe it in one word, it would be lavish. She’d always known Soul was well off. Despite his estranged parentage the lump sum deposited into his account in their name made it clear that neither parent was keen on having their son starving while he trained in Death City (whether that was his brother’s doing was still up in the air). To an extent, they were invested in his well being, and this was something beyond well being.

“It’s…” she began slowly, unsure if Soul would appreciate what she had to say.

“Extra? Over the top?”

“I was going to say big,” she said. Big was certainly another would that would be comparable. The Evans’ summer home was like any other home, but on a much grander scale. It was larger, with pale, white walls and large glass windows. It sat perfectly juxtaposed by the greenery and the hint of deep blue water just past the trees.


“Come on,” she said, taking his hand and pulling her suitcase towards the glass door at the end of the trail. “Let’s go see them. They were kind enough to invite us here.”

“You call it a kindness,” Soul sniffed, hefting up his own bag and scowling as they moved closer, “but they didn’t just invite us, you know?”

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Reggie x Reader: Let Me Explain, Please.

A/N: different scenario, NOT a continuation of “Finding A Date” ~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking out the entrance, I pulled my car keys out of my pocket. Shoving the key into the car door, he bursted through the entrance of Pop’s Chock-Lit shop and made his way towards me.

‘Lord, please help me now.’ I prayed.

“Can you stop please, Y/N? Just listen to me, please.” I slammed the door of my ‘83 Rabbit shut and shoved him away from me. “Listen to what, Mantle? More lies coming out of that stupid mouth of yours?” He took a step towards me and attempted to grab my hand, but I shoved him again.

“It’s not what it looks like-” I let out a dry laugh and ran a hand through my hair, looking around the empty parking lot looking anywhere, but at it him.

“What’s it supposed to look like, then hmm? Tell me that, what’s going on?” I pushed him again, egging him on. Trying to get some answers from him, answers to all this crap he’s got me stuck in. Three shoves and not one word from the tall Asian that stood before me.

“I don’t know how they do it here in Riverdale or if it’s just your dumb ass, because this whole situation you’re putting me in is complete bullshit. You know that, right?” He ran both hands down his face and placed them on his hips and I just watched his face. I could see that his brain was running full speed, trying to come up with some lie to tell me that it wasn’t what it seemed, but he didn’t utter a single word. Shaking my head, I continued to stare at him in unbelief.

“You’re not even going to say anything? You seemed pretty confident running out of Pop’s away from her.” I told him as I threw my hands up and glared through the windows of the diner at the raven haired girl with the sharp eyebrows. ‘God, I can’t even be mad at Veronica! Her eyebrows literally slay my existence, fuck!’. My hands found their way to my hair and tugged harshly at the strands as I growled in frustration.

Closing my eyes, I spoke, “Just answer this, make me understand. Not even three hours ago, you spilled your heart out to me and I told you to give me time because I’m new to this dating shit and I need to straighten out my feelings. For you! Because lo and behold, I fucking like you too. Now, you’re here snuggling with Veronica and sharing a milkshake with her. You almost kissed her, Reggie! What the fuck is this?!” Again. No reply from him.

“What? Was this all some game to you, did those jock dickheads dare you to play with me? ‘Fuck With The Other New Girl's​ Feelings’? Did you need a backup for when I said n-no?” My voice cracked and he finally looked me straight in the eye, his own brimmed in tears.

“No, I just- This was all a big mistake.” He stumbled. ‘I’m so pathetic…’

“The part where you said you liked me and wanted me to be your girlfriend? Or the part where I caught you with someone else after you said you’d wait for me?”

“…I don’t even know.” His shoulders slouched with his hands tucked in the pockets of his varsity jacket and his head hung low. Letting out another dry laugh, I shook my head.

“Reginald Mantle the Third.” Said boy looked back up at me, eyes hopeful and meeting mine. I sadly smiled at him, finally letting the tears fall from my eyes. Reggie’s eyes widened and took a step forward to me, bringing me into his arms. I felt his tears soak into my hair while he cried into the crook of my neck and my own tears soaked the front of his jacket.

“I hate myself for liking you. I wish I had never met you. I wish we were never friends.” He shook his head and held me tighter against him, trapping my arms by my side.

“No, don’t say that, Y/N, please. Don’t say that.” His voice wavered as he pressed his face further into my neck. I stood lax, Reggie just clinging onto me like a little kid and I, his mother, scolding him. ‘Well… I kinda am scolding him, why am I such a grandma though.’

“I wish you’d just left me alone out of whatever this is. I wish that you had just dated Veronica and I could just get over you, find someone else to love because it so hurts so much just thinking about living without you.” I pressed on and tried to wriggle myself out from his grip, but his hold just became tighter and his breathing became heavier and ragged against my neck.

“Y/N, stop. I love you! Veronica-” A new voice cut in.

“Veronica what?” His hold on me became non-existent and I slowly peeled myself away from Reggie’s grasp. I found myself face to face with the one and only Veronica Lodge.

“Veronica… should give Reginald a chance.” I stated. I took one last glance at him and walked to my car, got in, put the keys into the ignition and drove home.

I just sat in my car for a few minutes, thinking. ‘Should I apologise…? No. But, I overreacted. I should’ve waited for him to say something. Did he even have anything to say?’ I wiped the remaining tears from my face and chuckled at that last thought that ran across my mind. “How long was I supposed to wait for him to break my heart?” I asked myself aloud. I slammed my fist against the steering wheel and got out the car.

When I made it to the front porch of my house, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Reluctantly, I slid the phone out my back pocket and swiped to unlock it. It was a text. From two people. Two from Reggie and one (many) from Veronica.

REGINALD: Please, meet me after school on Monday I swear just give me another chance Y/N.

REGINALD: please y/n I’m begging you, just meet me after school

VERONICA: Are you okay, Y/N?? I’m so sorry about what happened, please.

VERONICA: I had no idea that you were with Reggie!

VERONICA: Y/N please believe me

VERONICA: If I had known you two were endgame I would’ve NEVER made any advances on him, I swear on my mother’s pearls


VERONICA: Is there anything i could do to make it up to you?

After reading Ronnie’s texts… Y/N pieced together what had actually happened without Reggie telling her and she knew.

She done fucked up.

“I done fucked up.” I whispered to myself.


A/N: hey guys, another trash fanfic from me. sorry, im trying to get my head clear of ideas for that daddy imagine with Reggie but i keep writing other “prompts” I guess. I dunno, I was too dramatic in the beginning bc I was literally frustrated at the time that I had started writing it but then I let it alone for awhile and now i opted out with the ‘misunderstanding’ trope This was supposed to end up with Reggie NOT getting the girl, buuut… I hate those type of endings bc I’m a soft roll of cookie dough:’) Pls tell me if you want a Part 2 or not bc I might just leave it to the Reader realizing that she done messed up Also, sorry for the cussing:’)

Monday Musings: A Ghost of a Chance with You

Today, I’d like to go back to talking about the story of Red and Kitty’s first meeting. The one that neither nor Kitty could remember very clearly until much later. 

As I’ve mentioned before I really like how neither one of them can remember the correct story of how they met, instead of it being just one. It’s unique, real, and funny. I also think it’s really interesting that neither Red or Kitty can remember, and it’s not so much that they can’t remember but that they recall a different version of them meeting. Red with him punching out a Marine and Kitty meeting in a year that Red was overseas.

Granted we don’t know much of the story Kitty believed was the way she and Red met, but based off Red’s take on things it seems like maybe one of the reasons that Red and Kitty had these different versions of how they met is because they were sort of idealizing the moment when they first met. After all which of the two stories sounds more like a more romantic, fairy tale kind of start to a love story: the guy rescuing the girl from some creep or the girl bumping into the guys butt while he’s mooning the crowd?

But Red and Kitty’s first meeting has it’s own sweetness to it. Just look at the way Red pulls Kitty onto her feet with one strong pull.

Awww! How does that not make you swoon?

And what about the looks on their faces when they first really see each other and have gotten over their embarrassment-after Red’s helped Kitty onto her feet.

I think Red looks especially cute, like he’s smitten with her already! Kitty, of course, looks very happy too but I think because we’re used to seeing Kitty smile so much, even in this flashback, it’s easier to point out the sort of look of awe that appears on Red’s face. It may not have been exactly love at first sight, but it only took a few seconds.

And don’t you think it’s sweet and also easy to imagine, Red being the one fall for Kitty before she fell for him? He probably wouldn’t admit it but really, just look at that face!

I for one really love the story or how Red and Kitty meet, I love that we get to hear and see it too. It’s a cute, funny, and when you think about it, romantic too. The story of Red and Kitty’s first meeting, like the rest of their relationship, does teach us something important about love: Sometimes you can find love in the most unexpected places and ways.

Title of this posting was chosen because years back there was a RK story following this first meeting with this title. Unfortunately it has been removed and even more unfortunate I didn’t save it.

Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell, I Love You - boyf riends

Title: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell, I Love You

Word count: 644 (it’s really small)

Pairing: Jeremy Heere x Michael Mell (boyf riends/Meremy)

Warnings: Nothing really, it’s just a small drabble. It’s as innocent as it gets.

A/N: I wrote a small drabble of boyf riends because they are cute as heck and I love them and I want them to be happy. I also have another one that I’ve finished that I’m saving for a time where I don’t have a lot of stuff to update. 



“Jeremy Heere, I love you.” Michael took a deep breath before continuing. “I love the way you smile whenever I say something that’s not even remotely funny, and I love the way you like your popcorn salted and a little burned, and I love the way your hair flops in your eyes in the morning and the way you try to hide your yawns when we’re up late playing video games. I love the way your body feels against mine when we hug, and I love your little squeal whenever I accidentally tickle you and I love even the way you say hello to me! I lo-“
Michael stopped and tugged on his hair, a frustrated groan leaving his lips. “No, I can’t do this.” He whispered to himself.

He looked into the mirrored version of himself he was practising on. His eyes eyes were bloodshot and his under eye circles more prominent after being up the whole night, planning how he would tell his best friend that he loved him in more than a platonic way. There was no way he could do this. With a sigh, he picked up his phone to text his friend and tell him that he didn’t have to come over anyway. The problem had been solved.


“Michael. I broke up with Christine. Because I love you. And I hope this doesn’t screw up our friendship, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but-“ A ‘pling’ from Jeremy’s phone interrupted him mid-monologue, making him sigh and look down. 

Coincidentally it was his best friend Michael, who he had just been practising his love confession of. Jeremy felt his heart sink, but still some weight was released off his shoulders. Michael had informed him that the problem he had to discuss with Jeremy was solved, so he didn’t have to come over. Which gave him more days to prepare… and more days to be nervous as hell.

“Okay, cool, fine. I’ll tell him when we meet up on Monday after school.” Jeremy told himself, flopping down on his bed, his phone over his beating heart.


“Jeremy? I told you, there was no need for you to come. Crisis adverted. Problem solved. Everything’s fine.” Michael said, trying to calm down an obviously nervous Jeremy.

“Yeah, I know, I got the text.”

Michael cocked his head to the side with a confused look and ‘gosh he was cute!

“I-I need to talk to you.” Jeremy said, his eyes trained anywhere else than Michael. “Should we go down to your basement?” 

Michael was worried. Had he done something? Was this Jeremy breaking off their friendship? Even after all they’d been through?

“Jeremy, if I have done something, something to upset you, I’m sorry okay? You know that, right?” Michael started to feel panicked now. His only best friend of twelve years was saying he didn’t want to be friends anymore.

“No, Michael, you haven’t done anything. Or, well, you’ve done a lot, but nothing bad, I promise.”

Michael followed Jeremy down the stairs, his heart in throat. Jeremy had said he hadn’t done anything, so, maybe it was something good Jeremy wanted to tell instead.

“Okay man, what was it you wanted to tell me?” Michael kept a light tone, like he was having a normal conversation with him.

Jeremy took a deep breath and looked down at his shoes again, before looking up at Michael. His eyes were so soft, his posture so vulnerable. There was something about him that made Michael feel a wave of love for the boy in front of him, and that feeling overpowered him and made his body buzz like he was drunk and his brain light headed, like he high. Just as the words left Jeremy’s lips, the words left Michael’s lips.

“Jeremy Heere, I love you.”

“Michael Mell, I love you.”