So

My friend

a_bisexual_disaster

Well

She doesn't like angst.

So she

Uh

She wrote... fanfiction?

Of my fanfiction?

She made Michael... not die?

I want to keep the ending of All My Love as it is in the 'canon' fanfic, but... I love what she's done.

She is a beautiful human and she can do no wrong, so I'm putting this in here.

Also this note is 69 words.

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Micheal didnt think he would ever wake up again.

He didn't want to.

But somehow, he was awake again.

"Oh my god Micheal."

Micheal recognized that voice.

He turned his head, looking at the brown haired boy sitting in the chair next to him.

That was the voice that broke his heart.

"Jeremy?"

Micheal was confused. He was supposed to be dead. It was supposed to be over. Jeremy was supposed to be on a date with Christine, and he was supposed to be six feet under.

But instead, Jeremy was sitting right next to him. Micheal locked eyes with him for a moment. Same crystal blue eyes. Same messy brown hair. Same freckles dotted like constellations across his face. Same Jeremy. But why was he here?

"I'm sorry Micheal."

Micheal looked at him again. Jeremy looked like he had been crying. His face was all red, and his eyes were glassy. He looked the same as when he had fallen off of a swing in seventh grade, and had broken his arm. Studying Jeremy, Micheal almost forgot he was supposed to be dead.

Almost.

"Why are you here?"

Micheal registered the rest of his body for the first time. He was lying down. His head hurt. And the bed he was in was uncomfortable. He looked around him. A cup of orange juice was on a table next to him. The walls were light blue and blank. There was a white curtain with small blue triangles on it. The room smelled like bleach and fabric softener.

He was in a hospital.

"Because you're my best friend."

Jeremy's voice cracked slightly when he was talking. He was quiet, even quieter then usual. He stared at the floor, and Micheal watched him pick at his nails. Jeremy always did that when he was nervous. Was he in heaven? That wouldn't make sense. He didn't belong in heaven. And even so, if this was heaven, his chest would be flat. Micheal felt a sob deep in his throat.

"I'm so, so sorry Micheal."

Jeremy had switched to gripping the sides of his chair. He was staring down at the floor, and his eyes looked like they were tearing up.

"I messed up so bad."

Micheal stared at him. Was this some kind of weird, ghost vision? Was this Jeremy showing up briefly to tell him he's sorry just before Micheal finally dies?

"One of your moms found you. I'm not sure which one."

Jeremy didn't let Micheal say anything, just continued talking in his quiet, cracking voice.

"I can't believe you did that."

He laughed quietly.

"I was at home when they called me. They just said to come over and to come fast. So of course I came."

"I.."

Micheal was going to ask something along the lines of "am I dead? Are you ghost Jeremy?" But Jeremy interrupted him.

"You overdosed on the wrong pills. You took the kids version. You were out for a day."

Micheal wanted to cry. Of course he chose the wrong pills. Of course he did. He was such a failure that he couldn't even die correctly.

"Why?"

Jeremy made eye contact with him again. Micheal tried to think of what to say. Is there a simple way to explain five years of anguish?

"Why did I mess up so bad?"

Micheal didn't think he was even talking to him anymore. Now it was just Jeremy, talking to Jeremy.

"Why did I have to be so stupid?"

Jeremy was almost laughing now, and tears were streaming down his face. Micheal stared at him. This was all Micheals fault. He always made a mistake. Even after his greatest attempt to improve people's lives failed, he was still ruining lives because of it.

"You're not-it's not your fault."

Jeremy buried his head in this hands, ruffling his dark brown hair.

"Except it is though." He laughed. "I was neglecting you. I chased after Christine and Jake and I just left you." He gestured towards Micheal.

"I just left you like this. I let this happen. I saw the bracelets on your arm stack up and I never asked why. I saw you wear bigger and bigger hoodies and I never stopped to think If I should be worried. I saw you smile less and less. And I never cared."

Micheal only realized at that moment that he wasn't wearing his normal clothes. He wasn't wearing his binder. Or his hoodie. And his bracelets were nowhere to be found.

"I was supposed to be your best friend."

Jeremy wasn't looking at Micheal anymore. He was just staring at the floor.

"But I let you go."

Micheal didn't even try to interrupt, he just let the tears come.

"I let you fall down into this nightmare and I never even tried to catch you. I never sent down a rope."

He stopped.

"I never even looked."

Micheal was full on crying now. It was weird. He hadn't actually cried in a while. Crying had become a foreign thing, something he felt but didn't experience. But here he was.

"I messed up Micheal. I messed up so bad."

He was talking to Micheal again. He looked back up at him.

"You gave me all of your love."

Jeremy smiled. It was a smile lined with pain. A smile that Micheal knew too well.

"I was supposed to give all of mine to you."

The words felt farmiliar. Micheal tried to remember last night. But the last thing he remembered was falling on the floor, and throwing a pen across the room. Why was he throwing a pen? What did he write with it? He wrote-oh.

"I read your note."

Jeremy smiled up at him, and reached out a hand to touch Micheals knee.

"I love you too Micheal. I love you so much that you couldn't understand."

He moved his hand back.

"But I guess it's too late for that."

Jeremy stood up, brushing down his pants.

"I'm so sorry Micheal. I can't lose you again."

He turned away, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"I should probably go now."

Jeremy walked towards the doorway.

"Wait..."

Jeremy turned back slightly.

"Stay please. Just stay."

Jeremy looked surprised. Micheal shifted to sit up slightly.

"I- are you sure?"

"Yes. Please stay."

Jeremy walked over hesitantly. He sat down at the edge of the bed.

"Sit next to me."

Micheals voice was quiet. Micheal wasn't quite sure what he was saying.

Jeremy scooted over hesitantly.

"Really? I just i hurt you so much and-"

"We can worry about that tomorrow. Tonight can you just hug me?"

Jeremy leaned over, and wrapped his arms around Micheals waist. Micheal felt himself get tired. He was probably going to fall asleep soon.

And for once, he wanted to wake up.

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So... there's that. In my brain universe of this, Micha actually dies, but... I like this a lot, so I'm keeping it.