Be My ♥ Color
a/n: be more chill x soulmate au. :o if you wanna be tagged in the series letmeknow.kbyethanx. Updates on Thursdays & Sundays. (YES I KNOW I AM LATE
summary: Jeremy Heere never knew he missed something until he realized he was living a world not only devoid of colors but of a soulmate. After a terrible incident he’s found himself chasing after colors he wants; and realizing there are some colors he needs as well.
warning: negative language; MEAN advice, Bullying, hints to homophobia, weed mentioned
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05.←Squip Equips →.06
“Honestly I don’t even know where to start…”
“Well I guess…all I want to do is get Christine to–”
“Shut up.” Mr. Squip held out his finger and then tapped it against his lips as he pondered. “First thing’s first your posture is terrible, you’re going to turn into the hunchback of Notre Dame real soon.” He watched as Jeremy sunk further into the leathery seat. “Your clothing is…uh…is that a woman’s cardigan?”
“N-OooO!” His voice cracked as he frantically shot back in shock. “What’s wrong with my cardigan!”
“–And your voice.” He pushed a finger into his ear as if it hurt and slowly shook his head. “You sound like your balls haven’t dropped at all.”
“Are you allowed to say that?!” Jeremy leaned back in disbelief as Mr. Squip took his seat on the other side of the desk.
“Jeremiah Heere, I’m allowed to say anything I want. You’re on my turf now.” He smiled and his teeth shined. Jeremy swore he had fangs. Jeremy felt his heart drum like the low bass soundtrack to a boss battle. He felt as though he walked into a trap, desperately under leveled and without his player two. He glanced at the door as if his eyes could signal an exhortation to Michael to come and save him. “Now, what is it you want?”