AN ACTUAL UPDATE!
[I feel like...writing Boyf Riends and providing some love to Michael so ima come out of my Lams pocket for a second to write some Boys .w.]
[HEERE's some pure fluff because...boyfs]

Jeremy stared mindlessly at the screen in front of him, the cold numbing feeling on the backs of his arms slowly killing him in a sense, a very dramatic sense. Jeremy wasn't even really playing the game, he just couldn't sleep and despite Michael being the cutest being in this room, Jeremy could hardly stand looking over at his curled up, sleeping body on his own beanbag without curling up beside him, and then Michael would wake up, and then he wouldn't fall back asleep, and then the tables would turn, and then this cycle would continue throughout the entire night, and what good was that?

Perhaps Jeremy was just coming up with excuses for not wanting to fall asleep, but it was barely working at this point, considering that Michael had taken all the blankets and Jeremy was left with his beanbag and the thin clothes on his back. Of course, Jeremy could always go upstairs from the basement he was currently in— the walls only concealing the cold— but the chances of running into Mrs.Mell, and then having to talk and socialize, were too high for him to risk... especially considering she always found a way to tell him something about Michael that he REALLY DID NOT need to know.

However, Jeremy's only solution of slipping his arms into his sleeves and have his little, what he liked to call, T-Rex arms poking out so he could hold the controller, even that solution was failing him as soon his own shirt started to freeze practically onto his back.

The urge to feel warm was too strong and Jeremy found he was edging towards Michael; though he soon realized this and stood up, heading towards the restroom to splash some hot water in his face.

Jeremy stride into the restroom and sighed as he looked in the mirror, bags were forming under his eyes, it wasn't a pleasant sight, but Michael would still like it...Michael would wake up and kiss his eyes...hug him..love him and-

Jeremy caught himself scooted towards the bathroom door but soon shook his head and stopped, turning on the water and then splashing some in his face...

Jeremy yelped loudly an stumbled back as he soon realized what he'd done- hot water never comes right away it always takes for fuckin' ever to warm up even just a tad bit, especially in the heart of winter.

Jeremy whimpered to himself as he rubbed at his face while on the floor of the corner of the bathroom, now trembling as the water started to solidify on his face, tiny ice particles that resembled ice and felt as cold as Antarctica itself. He hissed in pain as he continued to rub his face, however, his attention was soon fixed to the door of the restroom as it slammed open, almost hitting Jeremy square in the face, not that he'd be able to feel any pain through the numbing feeling.

"What the hell is going on?" Michael panted as he looked around wildly, his eyes landing on Jeremy and softening, but still glinting with worry; he quickly fell to his knees, a bit sloppily as he was still tired, "Jerbear, what's wrong?" He panted almost breathlessly, contrary to panting itself.

Jeremy met Michael's worried gaze, his lips moving to say something, but nothing came out, all he could do at this moment was fall forward and bury his face in the chest of Michael's hoodie, clinging tightly to him as he freely trembled and let out a sigh, "..'m cold..."

Michael's worried look subsided and he sighed as well, holding Jeremy and pulling him into his lap.

"Mm..." Jeremy hummed contently, nuzzling Michael's chest as warmth consumed him, he looked up at Michael, "I think I'm too codependent on you..."

"Well, we'd better always stick together then, huh?" Michael gave a warm smile.

"I re-realize I don't say this a lot, Mikes, but I need you with me, in my life...I don't think I could do this without you." Jermey murmured.

"Well, I can't play a two-player game without my player-two, can I?"