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bxnesof92 · 5 years

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gift for bmc summer gift exchange!

a fluffy boyfs as requested by @riot-meme for the @bmc-summer-gift-exchange

Pairing: Boyf riends (Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,098

Warnings: None, but Jeremy does have a bit of a crisis

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It’s not beautiful, Jeremy thought, staring a little too long at Michael’s hair. The dim light above the sink silhouetted and lit it perfectly, and it had been tousled from a night of flopping and moving on basement floors. It’s not... He’s not…

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The last thing Jeremy needed at the moment was a sexuality crisis. The world, being as cruel and sadistic as it was, begged to differ.

The night had started the same way most others had. The two would meet up after school, jam all the way back to Michael’s house, conveniently ignore the likelihood of his car falling apart with them in it, raid the Mell’s fridge, and disappear into the basement. Easy plan to follow, easy plan to execute, and rest assured, Jeremy and Michael were experts in the field.

Nearing the end of their twelfth failed round of Apocalypse of the Damned, Michael flung himself backwards into his beanbag with a sigh.

“Too hard… Too fuckin’ hard.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Jeremy I am going to run you over one of these days, I swear to God.”

Despite the emptiness of the threat the two boys decided not to push it further, and instead fell back into a comfortable silence. November air outside and poor insulation in their shitty basement dwelling forced the two to create an elaborate blanket fort and lay closer than was heterosexually acceptable for two teenage boys (despite the lack of heterosexuality from at least one member of the party).

Giving up on the game, Jeremy watched as Michael began to scroll through his movie collection. “Mmm… Wargames? No, too involved for this late… Stand By Me? Nah, I’m not in a Stephen King mood. Wait, why the hell do I only have eighties movies?”

Jeremy laid upside down on his beanbag in a daze… Were his eyes always that dark of a brown? They were kind of beautif-

“-eremy? Jer? Yo space cadet, how do we feel about Ferris Bueller?” Jeremy shook his head a little and rubbed at his eyes.

“Sounds good,” flipping right side up, “Wait to start it, I’ll be right back.”

Jeremy struggled his way out of their fort and stumbled toward the stairs a little. He filled a glass with water and sat on the kitchen counter, careful to stay quiet and not wake Michael’s sleeping mothers on the second floor.

He gripped the glass tightly and closed his eyes, trying to rationalize his thinking. Bros can totally love each others eyes. Totally. Why was he struggling with this? Jeremy loved Michael’s moms, and was his biggest supporter when he came out as well, but couldn’t bring himself to admit that maybe he wasn’t the straightest. It would explain a lot, really, his fixation on Marty McFly and Duran Duran and Wow, did he and Michael watch and listen to a lot of eighties.

He had always admired those with exorbitant amount of pride, and never understood why he felt so insecure and longing around them, except, now he did. Jeremy Heere had just had a sexuality crisis and internal exploration session in Michael Mell’s kitchen at one in the morning. Fuck.

Jeremy heard footsteps behind him and refused to open his eyes. He had recognized Michael’s gait. “You good, Jem? It’s been half an hour…”

“I-” Jeremy opened his eyes and took a minute to gather his thoughts, “I’m good, better now, I think, but fine. Sure.” Michael, ever the saint, said nothing about the feet on his countertop, and instead hopped up to join the other boy.

He ran a hand up the shaking, Wait, when did that start?, boy’s back and into his hair. It was a soft moment of silence in the kitchen.

Jeremy loved how Michael never rushed him to speak. Jeremy loved how he knew how to comfort him in moments of rampant and abrupt crisis. Jeremy loved Michael’s hands running through his hair, and his comforting weight against his side, and his voice softly calling,

“Jem?”

He turned his head to look at him, hand falling from his hair. Still not completely back to normal, Jeremy’s eyes fell on Michael’s hair. Michael raised his eyebrows,

“Ready to go downstairs?” Jeremy nodded in response, but wasn’t paying attention to what he agreed to. Taking Michael’s hand, he slid down from the counter.

Oh…

So maybe it wasn’t little things about Michael he loved, it was all of him. He stood frozen on the floor, gaze dropping to meet the other’s.

“I think… I think I just had a sexuality crisis.”

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“Joining the Not Straight Gang?” Michael asked after coaxing Jeremy back into the basement and to a less anxious state. His head still rested in Michael’s lap as both hands threaded through his hair,

“Yeah… Yeah I definitely think so.”

The answer seemed unfinished, yet still they lapsed into another comfortable silence.

“Hey Micah?”

“Hmm?”

“I think I’m like… Totally gone over you.” The hands moving through his hair paused for what felt like hours, and resumed after seconds. “You wanna, like, grace me with an answer? Or can we leave it there so I can drown in anxiety once it sinks in?”

“Shit, yeah, no, sorry, just processing.” Michael began to connect the dots in his head.

When enough dots were connected to satisfy him, he looked at the boy in his lap, and brought a hand from his hair to trace his cheek. “Yeah… Yeah I can roll with that, I’ve been waiting a while for this.”

“For what?”

“You to realize you liked me back, like a lot, but I knew you had shit to work through that you didn’t see yet, so I’ve been waiting to tell you how much I love you.”

“You knew? I didn’t even know?”

“You’ve been giving me looks like I stole the moon just for you for a while now, and it makes me feel like I’m on top of the world, how could I not notice? But I’m so glad that we both know now.”

“Hmm, me too,” Jeremy took a breath, the dead of night wasn’t the ideal time for things this hard hitting. “Guess now would be a good time to tell you that I think you’re beautiful?”

“Well, just as long as I get to return the favor.”

#bmc summer gift exchange #for @riot-meme #boyf riends #fluff #BMC #bmc fic #jeremy heere #michael mell

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greseadraws · 5 years

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BMC Summer Gift Exchange!

@bmc-summer-gift-exchange (god bless your soul for making this event, it was so much fun!)

this is for @itsa2playergame , who requested boyfs! :D

#be more chill #bmc #bmc musical #boyf riends #jeremy heere #bmcsummergiftexchange #michael mell #greseadraws #aaaaa i hope you like it!!!

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bmc-gift-exchange · 4 years

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2020 Too Cool For Winter Gift Exchange Details

As you know, I’m hosting another BMC gift exchange, the Too Cool For Winter Gift Exchange (too cool.... hahah.... get it)

Put simply, it’s a Be More Chill Secret Santa that is happening *after* Christmas, as a way to inject some fun into the boring winter months that come after. Also because I’m Jewish.

Signups will begin on December 31st, and run until January 10th.

Instead of a posting week, we will have only three posting days this time around, potential dates will be polled in the signup form, but you’re looking at likely around the beginning of February.

More information under the cut!

About Secret Santa/Gift Exchange In General

The Secret Santa concept is simple. You will be given a form to fill out, with the ships you’d like to gift or ships you’d like to be gifted to you. Your secret Santa will have at least one of the same ships you’d like to be gifted to you listed as ones *they’d* like to gift, and vice versa.

Please note, NO SQUIPJER WILL BE PERMITTED. NONE. NADA. ZIP. If you are a Squipjer shipper, you are not welcome here.

Your Santa will be given your username, and you are allowed and encouraged to send them anons asking questions, giving hints, or including a small snippet of their gift in the ask.

Gifts

Gifts will mainly be either fics or art. Fics must be minimum 1k long, and art needs to be effort equal to that of writing a 1k long fic. (So, not a simple sketch, put some elbow grease into it!)

Art besides simple drawings is allowed and encouraged, such as playlists, moodboards, and so on. The possibilities are truly endless!

Dropouts, Pinch Hitters, & More

Now, we had a large number of dropouts for the summer gift exchange, so if you sign up, we want your full commitment.

Obviously shit happens and you might have to drop out involuntarily, but if you think you will not make the deadline/you can’t post on the deadline/you will not be able to complete your project and will need to drop out altogether, *please* send a DM. It makes my life a heck of a lot easier and I don’t like having to decide to pull someone because I haven’t heard back from them at all and I can’t rely on them.

In the signup form, there will be an area where you can indicate if you’d like to be a pinch hitter. Pinch hitters cover gifts that cannot be completed by whomever was supposed to do the gift but dropped out.

We actually didn’t activate any pinch hitters in the summer exchange, in an oddly satisfying turn of events, most of the people who dropped out were paired with each other, and all that needed to be done was reassign three people who were making gifts for people who dropped out to three other people who had lost their Santa. But still, pinch hitters are absolutely necessary and you are highly encouraged, if you have the time, to commit to being one.

When you sign up, be forewarned, I do reserve the right to pull you from the competition at any time and/or reject your signup. This will likely happen if I find you are a squipjer shipper or have done other reprehensible things (if you don’t think you’ve done any of those things, you’re probably safe.)

That seems to be it! Remember, signups open December 31st and run until January 8th, and if you have any questions, please shoot me an ask or DM.

#be more chill #bmc #bmc musical #bmc 3.0 #michael mell #jeremy heere #christine canigula #bmc broadway #bmc secret santa

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thesquirrelqueer · 5 years

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My gift for @dear-seymour for the @bmc-summer-gift-exchange! They asked for fluffy playride

Please don’t repost (reblogs are appreciated)

Dm me, I do commissions

#be more chill #bmc #playride #brooke x christine #christine x brooke #brooke lohst #christine canigula #broadway #art #fanart #digital art #thesquirrelqueer art #bmcsummergiftexchange

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lineart2402 · 5 years

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So here it is!

It's my gift for @adrogans-avis, I had a lot of troubles uploading this, but I hope you like it!

So. It's basically Jeremy having a nightmare and Micah singing a song on order to calm him down.

Thanks to @bmc-summer-gift-exchange for organizing this!!!

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granola-dot-jpeg · 5 years

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I'm a part of @bmc-summer-gift-exchange 's event (thank you for organizing it!) SO here's expensive headphones for @lineart2402!

There' s two versions 'cause I was no joke having a seriously hard time choosing which expression rich should have lol

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rising-above-stars · 5 years

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BMC Summer Gift Exchange

@bmc-summer-gift-exchange This is for @wheatleylaboratoriez I hope you enjoy it!

Jeremy laid in Michael’s arms, watching the words appear on Michael’s laptop screen. He refused to let Michael stop cuddling him despite the fact he needed to work on his essay. Michael wasn’t complaining. He leaned back against the pillows and headboard on his bed, his chin resting on Jeremy’s shoulder, listening to his boyfriend talk. “I’m just saying, the new game is much better as a standalone game and not the final in the trilogy. The first reboot game was amazing. It was different, both in the story and the gameplay. Rise of the Tomb Raider kind of followed on? And it was alright. Shadow of the Tomb Raider did not work out at all. Not as part of the series, anyway.”

“Whatever you say, Jere,” Michael smiled, pressing a kiss to Jeremy’s shoulder. A smile grew across Jeremy’s lips. “Have you finished yet?” A hum left Michael’s lips “I suppose I could take a break.” He shut the laptop, moving it off Jeremy’s lap. Jeremy grinned and rolled over in Michael’s arms, leaning up to press a kiss to Michael’s lips. “Good. Because I need your full, undivided attention.” Michael laughed. “And my full, undivided attention you shall get.” Jeremy grinned. He shifted in Michael’s lap to drape his arms over his boyfriend’s shoulders. He pressed a kiss to his lips. “Perfect. Because I think I deserve it after you ignoring me for hours while writing that essay of yours.” Michael laughed again, shaking his head. He tugged Jeremy a little closer. “God, you are such a dork.” “But I’m your dork. And you love me.” Michael smiled, pressing another kiss to Jeremy’s lips. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I love you.” “And I love you too.” Jeremy returned the smile, happily leaning into the other. This was good.

And then Michael kissed him. Oh, and Jeremy certainly wasn’t complaining. This was very good. He let his eyes fall shut, his lips moving in sync with Michael’s. Michael laid back on the bed, Jeremy gladly doing the same thing, letting Michael pull him close. Michael tangled a hand through Jeremy’s hair, and Jeremy let out a soft hum. God, that always felt good. He loved it when Michael messed with his hair. He let the other boy deepen the kiss, tilting his head a little more. Jeremy felt Michael’s hand sneaking underneath his shirt, rubbing small circles on his side.

Jeremy tensed up at the touch.

“Jerry!” Chloe called out over the music. She grabbed Jeremy’s hand, pulling him through the crowds of people towards the stairs. “Chloe? Where are we going?” “Brooke said she has a surprise for you!”

Jeremy tried to push the thought away. Michael was not Chloe. Michael was not drunk. Michael would not trap him here. Jeremy knew that. Michael wouldn’t hurt him. Especially not like that.

“So, uh- where’s Brooke? You said she had a surprise-” “Oh my god…” Chloe laughed. “You are too freaking adorable.” She pulled Jeremy close with a grin, he could smell the alcohol on her breath. “Brooke’s not coming.”

Michael pulled Jeremy a little closer, taking things a little slower. He broke the kiss for a moment. “Are you okay?” Although, he figured he wasn’t. Jeremy was tense, he looked like he was trying to calm down.

“What? She’s not? Then-” Chloe dragged him over to the bed. “Why don’t we hang for a bit? Just you and me?” She said, sitting down. She pulled Jeremy down with her.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” Jeremy nodded. “Keep going…” Michael hesitantly nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to Jeremy’s lips. The thoughts calmed down. Michael was being slow, gentle, nothing like Chloe. Jeremy returned the kiss. Michael laid them both back, tangling his fingers in Jeremy’s hair once again.

“I-I have to go,” Jeremy said. He tried to move. He couldn’t move. “I can’t move my feet.” ‘You’re welcome.’ The S.Q.U.I.P said. Although Jeremy couldn’t see it, he could hear the smug look in its voice. Chloe pushed him back on the bed, straddling his lap. Panic was beginning to set in. He couldn’t move. “I-I should get back-” “Back to Brooke?” Chloe spat. She took another sip of the milk in her baby bottle. Who goes to a party as a sexy baby? “Everybody always likes Brooke. Why is that? Because she’s nice? I can be nice! I can be so goddamn nice!”

Michael deepened the kiss once more, pressing closer to Jeremy. He trailed his hands down to Jeremy’s hips again, squeezing them gently.

Jeremy tried to get the girl off him. He couldn’t move, the S.Q.U.I.P wouldn’t let him.

Jeremy froze, his whole body going tense.

Chloe grinned down at him. She took a swig of her bottle before pressing it to Jeremy’s lips. “It’s not actually milk.” Jeremy could only watch as his hand took the bottle and he took a swig. The alcohol burned as it went down his throat.

Michael pulled away, frowning. Okay, something was very wrong. He wasn’t going to let Jeremy say he was fine. “Jeremy?”

Chloe tossed the bottle to the side, leaning down to press a kiss to Jeremy’s lips.

Jeremy pushed Michael away, trying to move as far away from the boy as possible. “I didn’t want it! I-I didn’t want it!”

There was banging on the door.

Jeremy wrapped his arms around himself.

Jake was yelling.

He pulled at his hair.

Chloe was yelling back.

He covered his ears, shaking his head.

He couldn’t move.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. Michael sat up. “Jeremy- What’s wrong?”

Jake forced his way into the room. Jeremy pushed Chloe off him, ducking past Jake. Brooke stood in the doorway. “I-I’m sorry…”

“I-I’m sorry-” Jeremy was shaking, trying his hardest to calm his breathing down. That was proving to be a problem. Michael’s voice was faint, he could barely hear him over the beating of his heart in his ears, or over the flashbacks to that party. Michael was going to yell at him again. It’s what happened last time and it’s going to happen again. Michael quickly moved over to Jeremy, cupping his cheeks and forcing Jeremy to look at him. “Jeremy, hey- Look at me, okay?” Jeremy looked at Michael with unfocused eyes. He placed his hands on top of Michael’s. “I’m sorry- Chloe, she- Brooke- Is Brooke okay? Jake- I'm sorry! We- We didn’t do anything!” Michael nodded. “Brooke’s okay, Chloe and Jake aren’t here, remember? It’s just you and me. Michael, remember?” “M-Michael? Wh-what are you doing here? Please- D-don't yell at me...” “I’m not going to yell at you, I promise. I just need you to focus on my voice, okay?” Jeremy gave a shaky nod. “O-Okay...” “Good. Now, just look at me. Focus completely on me. Breathe in...” Jeremy nodded again. Focus on Michael, he could do that. He followed Michael’s instructions until his breathing calmed down enough. Michael smiled softly. “You’re doing well, Jere. You’re okay. I promise. Can you name five things you can see for me?” Jeremy swallowed thickly, his eyes darting around the room. “Uh- y-your desk. The window.” What else? What else could he focus on? “Your- your Marley posters. O-our pictures. And you.” “Good job, Jeremy. Now, what about four things you can touch?” “Y-you. Uh... The bed...” He ran his hands over the covers before his hand trailed to Michael’s headphones. “Your headphones.” What else? What else could he touch, what else could he touch, what else- “My shirt.” “You’re doing so well, sugar. You’re okay, you’re safe. I need three things you can hear.” Jeremy’s mind was still swirling, but he was trying his best to focus on Michael. “Your voice. The- the clock ticking, a-and the wind outside.” “Well done. Two things you can smell. Can you do that?” “Y-your cologne. A-And weed.” Michael smiled. “One more to go. One thing you can taste?” Jeremy took a shaky breath, leaning into Michael a little more. What could he taste? What could he- “My spit?” Michael wrapped his arms around Jeremy, pulling him close. “Very good. You’re okay, you’re safe, and it’s just us. We’re not at Jake’s, okay?” Jeremy nodded, loosely wrapping his arms around Michael. “Thank you...” He said softly. Michael gently rubbed Jeremy’s back. “Hey, anything for you, doll.” Jeremy’s mind was still reeling, but he was okay. Michael said so. It was him and Michael and he was okay.

“I’m sorry...” Jeremy said. Michael shook his head, just holding Jeremy close. “It’s okay, we have no need to rush, okay? You can always tell me when you want to stop.” Jeremy shook his head. “I should be over this by now.” “Jeremy, this isn’t an easy thing to move past...” “But I should be past it! At this rate, we’ll never do it and I can’t make you happy!” Michael frowned, running a hand through Jeremy’s hair. “Hey... We don’t have to go that far if you don’t want to. I mean it, it’s perfectly okay if we never go that far. We never have to do it.” “But- what about what you want?” “My want for you to be happy is much more important than my want for sex. If staying with you means that I have to give up sex? Then I will do it because I love you. So much.” Michael pressed a gentle kiss to Jeremy’s forehead. “We will go as fast or as slow as you want, as far as you want, or we can keep it to just cuddling and the occasional kiss. It’s all up to you, okay? And whatever you are comfortable with. Not anyone else. Jeremy smiled softly and nodded, pressing a kiss to Michael’s cheek before resting his head on his shoulder. “Thank you. I love you.” “I love you too.” Michael smiled softly.

#bmc #be more chill #michael mell #jeremy heere #boyf riends #brooke lohst #chloe valentine #jake dillinger #the squip #squip #honestly #im not sure about this #i dont really like it #but this was all i could think about #so here it is #anyway #i hope you enjoy it!!!!'#bmcsummergiftexchange

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musicalregret · 5 years

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Welp, there it is! My gift for @cherryfires for the @bmc-summer-gift-exchange! They requested fluffy stagedorks =)!

Proof/refs under the cut!

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#Hope you like it!#bmc #Be More Chill #be more chill musical #christine canigula #jeremy heere #stagedorks #christine x jeremy #bmcsummergiftexchange

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team-zoey-has-two-hands · 5 years

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rlly pushing it on my (self imposed) extended deadline... this was supposed to happen yesterday but it’s only 1am soooo??? hshshjajaj anyway this is my @bmc-summer-gift-exchange gift for @thesquirrelqueer, who wanted fluffy boyfs or exp headphones or stage dorks.... so here’s some fluffy stagedorks content for ya, dear!

#privilege of running a challenge: deciding i can get a deadline extension because imstupidly busy hahaha #also because i procrastinated a tiny bit #fancy writing tag #stagedorks #be more chill #jeremy heere #christine canigula

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dont-take-a-chill-pill · 5 years

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Hey guys! Sorry I haven’t been active at all recently! My internet went down, and I live in an area where my LTE isn’t strong enough for Tumblr. My queue has been posting the random things I get enough connection for, but I haven’t been able to do much. My internet is finally getting fixed tomorrow though, so expect a normal posting schedule no later than Wednesday. The Real Richard Goranski will also start updating again, for I am not swamped with work anymore. My @bmc-summer-gift-exchange gift will come soon as well. I know it’s super late but it will be coming! Just hold on tight. Thanks for understanding guys💜

Also! Thank you so much for 300+ followers! That’s more than I ever expected this tiny blog to get! You guys are amazing!

hugs and kisses,

Katya

#be more chill #bmc #bmc musical #be more chill musical #katya talks #important post #mwah #not bmc

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cherryfires · 4 years

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summer sweet ❤️✨

My @bmc-gift-exchange gift for @auaddict !! I’ve missed drawing stagedorks 💕

#be more chill #bmc #bmc musical #be more chill broadway #bmc broadway #christine canigula #jeremy heere #stagedorks #stage dorks #stephanie hsu #will roland #broadway #musicals #bmc gift exchange #i can't believe i did this in one day omg #hope you like this!! thanks for letting me draw them :')#cherrytarts #yours sincerely

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cad-av-er · 5 years

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Sick- Pinkberry

This is my gift for @rising-above-stars I’m really excited and I hope you like it!!! The prompt was sick person A being whiny while person B tries to help

@bmc-summer-gift-exchange

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Chloe PoV

"So what time do you want me to pick you up? I was thinking we could stop by the frozen yogurt place first but-"

"I'm not going to school today, Brooke." I sighed, lugging a blanket, pillow, and trash can downstairs to the living room. My head was spinning out of control, causing me to almost lose balance.

"Why not, is everything okay?" I could practically hear the concerned look on her face through the phone.

"Not really... I'm sick. My mom's having me stay home for at least two days." I settled in on the couch, making sure to grab a water on the way over.

"Oh. Well, I'll be there around 7 and we can go from there."

"Hon, I can't go anywhere. I'm seriously shot, I can barely think." I curled up around a throw pillow and forced my stomach to keep down water and saltines.

"Don't be silly, I'm going to take care of you, duh. I'm picking up some stuff but I'll be on my way." I heard her keys turning and the low rumble of an engine starting.

"You're going to skip just to hang around and take care of me all day?"

"Babe, you're always my priority. I'm leaving so I'm going to have to let you go. I'll be there soon, love you!" She said in a peppy tone.

"Love you too." I smiled softly, hanging up and taking a slow, cautious sip of water.

About twenty minutes later, Brooke pulled into the driveway. She grabbed two dollar store bags out of the passenger seat and slammed the car door shut. I pushed myself off the couch, bracing a weak hand against the wall to balance myself, before going to answer the door.

"Hey, sweetness." She kissed me lightly on the cheek.

"Hi, lovely." I gave her a quick hug, but I didn't want to get her sick as well.

"Come on in," I stepped to the side, opening the door wider. She smiled, making her way right to the kitchen.

"Are you set up in the living room?" She called from the other room.

"Yeah," I answered weakly, making my way to and flopping on the couch. The bathroom was close, which was ideal, but I still had a trash can in case of emergency.

Brooke came into the living room; her arms full with crackers, ginger ale, and a couple of blankets.

"Here Chlo, I brought sick-things. And since I know you hate soup with a passion I can guarantee a soup-less afternoon!" She giggled, setting the food and drinks on the table and spreading the blankets on the couch.

"Brooke?" She looked up.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Thank you so much for coming. I'm really glad you're here for me." I grinned softly.

"Of course. Anything, anytime love." She said sweetly, nearly causing my heart to burst. I looked away, blushing, and grabbed a can of ginger ale and sleeve of crackers.

"Can you grab the pain meds for me?" I groaned. My head throbbed and my bones were filled with a weakening ache. My stomach churned, causing my throat to sting with acid. I lurch for the trash can next to the couch and heaving up the crackers and ginger ale I'd tried so hard to keep down.

"Here here, Chlo." Brooke brought me a small glass of water and pill. She rubbed my back while I swallowed the medicine and washed it down with water.

"I just want it to be over," I sighed. "To be better."

"I know, joy." She presses a dainty kiss to my forehead. Personally, I'd always loved that pet name (thought I'd never admit it). It wasn't an overused cliché, and it felt strong. Honey always means sweet, but joy meant that I made her happy. And that made me happy.

"If I'm never sick again it'll be too soon." I stuck my bottom lip out in a pout and suppressed a shiver. Brooke left my side, sadly, to go get more blankets and some DVDs from my room.

"Here," she said, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders and pecks my nose. We snuggle up on the couch and start our movie binge. First we watch The 'Burbs, which was always one of my favorites. She'd also grabbed What About Bob?, Space Jam, and Kicking and Screaming. They were all of my absolute favorites (she always remembered). I was a little jittery because of the pain meds and the lack of food.

Brooke noticed, and decided to make us both toast (because of the soup-hatred). I was surprised when it had stayed down long enough to digest. Nevertheless, I was still too sick to do anything. My fever had gone way up.

"If it goes up anymore I'm taking you to the hospital."

"Babe, that's not necessary. I don't want to bother the doctors and nurses when they have important stuff to take care of."

"But you're important stuff. They should be taking care of you." She pouted.

"You know I hate hospitals!" I croaked. My throat was sore and dry but I was back to throwing up everything, including water.

"Well I hate seeing you like this." She flopped next to me and leaned on my shoulder, an ice pack between us.

The day was winding to an end. Brooke insisted on staying over since I’d be home again tomorrow, but I didn’t mind.

We just laid on the couch together, watching whatever happened to be on the TV at the moment.

"Are you feeling any better?" Brooke asked softly, sleepily resting a hand on my cheek.

"I'm always better around you." I smiled, holding back a yawn. She shifted on top of me, uncomfortably digging limbs into my stomach and sides, but I let her get situated and hugged her close. I rested my chin in the crook of her shoulder, humming contentedly.

“Me too,” she nuzzled her face into my hair. Her breath fanned warmly across my neck, tickling at the base of my skull.

I was definitely looking forward to tomorrow.

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