Part of the 5k special!

Requested by: Jayeatsmacaroni
[Yes, yes I do]

Michael exited the shoe store nervously, holding the box that contained the device that would change his life. He quickly turned the corner of the mall to the bathrooms and headed into one of the stalls. He eagerly opened the box and pulled out a grey pill. He stared down at the small object, "Here we go..." he murmured to himself before swallowing the object, using a swig of his Mountain Dew Slurpee. Nothing happened. He frowned, "I guess-" there was a sudden shriek of pain and Michael fell to the ground. He screamed as he felt like little shards of glass were running through his bloodstream. He clutched himself until suddenly, the pain stopped. The bathroom door opened and there was Jeremy. Michael looked up in embarrassment, "J-Jer? I uh- it's okay I'm fine...?"

"Michael Mell?"

"...yeah?"

Jeremy dipped his head, "I present to you, your squip." Jeremy stood up straight.

Michael's eyes widened and he stood up, poking at the figure, "My squip is Jer...?" His face flushed.

The squip nodded, "I can take the form of special figures in your life people, idols, celebrities-"

"Bob Marley." Michael interrupted.

"...You mean?"

"Yes."

"Huh. Alright." The Squip's figure started to faze but reappeared as Bob Marley.

Michael let out a squeak.

"Yeah...anyway...Accessing goal."

"Jeremy."

"Be more specific." The squip said blankly.

"I want Jeremy to be my boyfriend."  Michael's eyes shined.

The squip snickered, "Interesting. Alright."

Michael gasped happily, "You'll really help me?"

The squip nodded, "It's my job. Now, let's get to work."

***

The squip' figure walked beside Michael in the school hallway, "Arch your back, puff out your chest." He ordered.

Michael obeyed.

"And take your hands out from your hoodie pocket."

"B-but it's comfy." Michael frowned. He let out a squeak as a shock went through him, "Wh-what the hell?!"

"Sh. Only speak in your mind, remember. That was spinal shock. A method used for your behavior."

"So like how a dog gets a shock collar...?" Michael shuttered.

"If that's the analogy you wish to use."

Michael sighed, "Whatever." He took his hands out of his hoodie pockets.

"Alright now, there is a 93% chance that Jeremy will be at his locker. Head to his locker."

Michael nodded, knowing the way there.

"When you get there just stop beside him and slouch against the locker beside him- make sure the locker door isn't blocking Jeremy's view of his face. Don't try to make a cool face just...look cute."

Michael tried to make the embodiment of the cat face but it just turned out as a scrunched up Michael nose.

"No." The Squip shook his head and zapped Michael, receiving a curse in return, "Smile, without your teeth, and squint your eyes a little, and when he looks over, push your glasses up on your nose just a little bit. Try it on me."

Michael took a breath and looked at the squip, kindly smiling so that his cheeks pushed his eyes to squint a little, then he lightly tapped the center of his glasses to push them up."

The squip nodded, "Good, but you need to look a little blushy- and there's only a 53% chance you'll blush enough for it to be noticeable against your skin tone."

"Well how do we fix that-" Michael felt a shock but it didn't hurt, it sent  an image into his mind, Jeremy cupped Michael's cheek in his hand and sealed a kiss to his lips. The clip disappeared and Michael returned to reality.

The squip nodded, "Perfect, you're real red now. Let's go."

Michael couldn't get the thought out of his mind as he turned the corner, he saw Jeremy and felt himself growing anxious.

"Let me fix that." The squip snapped his fingers and Michael was calmed, "I eased your nerves, now go."

Michael proceeded and did as he was suppose to do, his face was plenty red.

Jeremy closed his locker and smiled to look over at Michael, "Michael!"

Michael smiled lovingly and pushed up his glasses, "Jeremy, my buddy, how's it hanging?"

"Shouldn't have said buddy." The squip sighed.

Michael regretted it instantly.

"Nothing much, you?"

"Shrug and respond with the same answer."

"Nothing." Michael shrugged.

Jeremy nodded.

"He feels a bit awkward, invite him over."

"S-so, I wanted to know if you wanted to come over to my place?" Michael asked.

"Loose the stutter." The squip suggested.

"Totally!" Jeremy smiled.

"Lets go then~" Michael returned the offer.

"Grab his hand." The squip offered.

Michael felt heat shoot through him, "I can't do that!" He thought to the squip.

"Then I will."

Michael's hand was forced forward to hold Jeremy's as they headed down the hallway.

Jeremy's face shot red, "O-Okay then." He squeezed Michael's hand back, walking beside him.

"This feels really awkward." Michael thought to the squip.

"Suggest a game to play at your house."

"S-so, want to play Zelda when we get to my place?" Michael asked.

"S-sure." Jeremy swallowed with a stutter.

"You've got this kid eating out of the palm of your hand." The squip patted Michael on the back.

Once in the parking lot they headed for Michael's car.

"Open the door for him." The squip ordered.

Michael opened the door and gestured Jeremy in. He then headed for the driver seat, heading towards his house.

Meanwhile, Jeremy sat in the passenger seat, unable to contain a smile.

"You're doing good. He's flustered." The squip sat behind Michael.

Michael blushed, "Really?"

"Honestly you didn't need me for this. You just needed some confidence." The squip sighed in boredom.

They turned left and then another left and arrived at Michael's house. Michael got out.

"Let him open his door this time."

Michael went to the door and began to unlock it. Jeremy soon appeared behind him.

"He wants you to hold his hand again."

Michael's face turned red again, "I can't just do that! I don't have an excuse!"

"Lead him to the basement."

"He knows where it is!" Michael said, flustered.

"Yeah, he knew the way to the parking lot too and he didn't object you holding his hand there."

Michael hesitantly and reached back to grab Jeremy's hand. He then proceeded forward, closing the door behind them. He walked down to the basement, acutely noticing that Jeremy had put to tips of his fingers in between his.

"Niiice." The squip snickered.

Michael stopped at the basement and sat down on his beanbag, releasing Jeremy's hand as he handed him the controller.

***

Jeremy let out a tired moan as the clock neared one am. They'd been playing for 10 hours now and both their eyes were bloodshot, "Michael I'm tired."

"Alright bud, I can drive you hom-" Michael felt something fall on his shoulder and turned to his Jeremy, over time, had scooted his beanbag towards him, and was now falling asleep on his shoulder.

"Put your arm around-"

Michael had already done that.

"Now put your cheek on his hea-"

Already done.

"Get refreshments, lay his head down on the beanbag until you get back."

Michael did so, confused.

The squip made his way to Michael's room.

"There are no drinks here..."

"Drink this." The squip pointed to a red drink in a chest.

"B-but that's vintage!"

"Michael. You don't need me. I don't need you. I won't get anywhere with you other than getting you your dork. This'll deactivate me."

"B-but-"

The squip snapped his fingers and Michael grabbed the drink, swallowing a few sips before falling to the ground with a shriek.

"...Goodluck." The squip' normally blank face curved to a slight smile.

When Michael opened his eyes, Jeremy was over him, shaking him with glazed eyes, "Please be alive, please, please please-" Jeremy's eyes widened when he saw Michael wake up, he grabbed Michael's face with a huge grin, "You're alive!"

"Yeah, just drank some bad Mountain d-" Michael was interrupted by Jeremy's lips touching his. He felt himself tense with surprise before forming his lips to kiss him back.

'Thank You...'