I'm pretty sure I've seen this about 30 times already. I just keep replaying it. I need it on a 10 hour loop. I hope this cheers you up from the last chapter. 

(Make that 36. I watched it six times while writing this.)

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Jeremy felt like his head was exploding as he woke up. All the lights seemed too bright to exist, he could hear the loud birds obnoxiously twittering outside. He groaned as he flipped over into the pillow. That was when he realized this wasn't his room. He opened his eyes a little more and looked around the room, only to realize he was in Michael's room. He looked to the floor to see him sleeping on a pile of blankets and pillows. He was cocooned into the pile and Jeremy could hear a soft snoring coming from him. He looked adorable.

That was when the headache came back and he realized he was hungover. He regretted all the beers and shots he had snuck behind Michael's back. He could barely remember anything from the night before. He remembered singing karaoke while wobbily balancing on a chair, but everything after that was a blur. 

He suddenly froze. What if he had accidentally told Michael about his giant crush on him? What would he do then? What if he had rejected him? All of these thoughts went through his head before common sense crashed through his hungover haze. 

"No, he wouldn't have brought you to his house if he rejected you." He mumbled to himself before looking down at Michael who seemed to be just now waking up. 

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After a long explanation of what had happened the night before, Jeremy was just glad he didn't confess to Michael. He was also glad his drunken-self hadn't forgotten the promise he made. Although, that was probably just because he wanted to spend every minute with Michael, drunk or not. 

The rest of the day was pretty crappy since Jeremy's hangover refused to go away. The fact that he kept catching Michael sneaking glances at him didn't help his suspicions of confession either. Maybe he had confessed and Michael didn't remind him because he didn't like him that way. He hoped not. 

They were playing Apocalypse Of The Damned now and were still trying to beat level nine, even after a year. They were so close to finishing it the last time they played, but Michael had sneezed and killed Jeremy on accident. He was pretty angry at first, but how can you stay angry at such an adorable person? How can people be that adorable?

They were so close to finishing once again and then-

They won! They beat the level they had been on for over a year. 

Jeremy tackled Michael, not caring if he was now straddling his best friend who he'd had a crush on since eighth grade. He didn't even notice that said friend was now the color of a tomato. 

"We did it, Michael. After a year we finally did it." He yelled at his friend. The level had taken them longer than any other, and he was more excited than he had ever been before.

He then leaned down and kissed his best friend.