- Chapter 85 - "And for the Record, I Love You too." -
Warnings: Confusion? Religion? I don't know how to explain it, but it isn't that bad?
Modern AU
Third Person POV

A/N, requested by the amazing Bubbles070506 so thank you. I have a lot of requests that I'm trying to get done lol.

Mike walks into his house.

He slips off his shoes, like Kloppman had all of the boys do, and slid them in his cubby.

There were two sections of cubbies, one on each side of the door. They had the boy/girl's name above them, depending on who owned said cubby.

Mike turns to walk further into the house, when he saw Jack, Race, and Albert in front of him.

Race was biting his lip nervously.

Jack had been pacing.

Albert was trying to stop Race from injuring himself, while also trying to keep himself calm.

Mike looks at them, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Hey, guys." He starts softly, a bit confused. "Everything alright?" He asks.

"Alright?" Race asks incredulously. "No, no. It's not alright." He starts panicking again.

Mike stares at him, growing concerned. "Race, what's up?" He asks slowly.

"JoJo's crying." Race answers, panicked.

Albert places his hands on Race's shoulders. "JoJo came home from Church crying." He explains calmly, his eyes looking away from Mike as he tried to calm his worries. "He won't let anyone near him and- and-"

"We're worried." Jack informs Mike calmly, sparing Race and Albert a look. "I think it'd be best for you to go see him." He suggests.

"And what he means by that is please go fix my best friend, because I can't bare to see him not sunshiny." Race tells Mike quickly.

Mike nods quickly. "I will, I swear." He whispers, growing more worried as he starts heading to JoJo's room.

"You two can literally be the same person..." Albert mutters, rubbing the temples of his forehead.

Race looks at him. "Who?" He asks, slightly confused.

"You and JoJo." Albert answers. "You've never seen how panicked he gets when you're like this." He tells him.

Race's eyebrows furrow as he just stands there, thinking.

With Mike

Mike gently knocks on JoJo's door.

He heard a sob come from inside the room, causing his heart to sting.

"Jo?" Mike starts softly. "Can I talk to you?" He asks calmly.

JoJo sits on his bunk, his eyes wide as he hugs his knees to his chest.

Mike...

I can't.

It's wrong...

More tears stream down JoJo's face as he chokes out a sob, failing to hold it back.

Mike frowns. "Jo..." he says softly. "Please." He stops for a moment. "I just want to help you and hold you." He whispers.

JoJo trembles, wanting to take him up on this offer, but something told him he couldn't. "I-" his voice shakes. "I- I-" JoJo's breathing speeds up.

"Jo, please." Mike was starting to get desperate. "I don't want you to be hurting. I can help you." He tells him.

JoJo starts sobbing, his breathing getting more forced as he struggles to get breath into his lungs.

His throat felt like it was on fire.

Before JoJo could react, he was pulled into someone's arms.

He recognized them almost instantly, sending more panic through his body.

"I got you..." he heard them whisper. "It's alright. I promise."

They start playing with his hair, rocking him gently back and forth.

JoJo's eyes flicked around as he tried to remember strategies to calm himself down.

A mix of Knobs and Specs' voices filled his mind.

"Five things you can see, Jo."

JoJo looks around, his blurry vision not helping. Stuffies, books-

His breathing sped up more as he tried to focus.

It's okay, JoJo. I swear, he tells himself silently. A few more. Okay... headphones, Mike's shirt, El's phone.

"Four things you can hear."

JoJo listens hard, focusing all of his energy on that.

Mike's heartbeat, Mike's breathing, Race's screaming, Mike's humming.

"Three things you can feel."

Mike's arms around me, my warm shirt, and the floor that's hurting my butt.

"Two things you can smell."

Mike's deodorant- he smells really nice.

JoJo laughs weakly at himself.

"Hey," Mike starts softly.

JoJo takes a deep breath. "Hi..." he whispers, biting his lip as he looks away.

Mike notices the tension around him. "I can leave if you'd like," he tells him. "I was just getting worried and I'm kinda glad I came in."

JoJo shakes his head.

He didn't know how to tell Mike or what to do, but he wanted his boyfriend.

Mike brushes a piece of JoJo's hair behind his ear. "What happened?" He asks softly.

JoJo sighs deeply. "I- um..." he starts, tears filling his eyes again.

Panic flooded through Mike again; he hated seeing JoJo cry.

He quickly wipes the tears away.

JoJo laughs softly. "Never like seeing me cry, do you?" He asks, teasing slightly.

Mike shoots him a slightly amused look. "Cause most people like seeing their boyfriend cry." He responds.

JoJo laughs a bit again.

Mike smiles.

"I- I-" JoJo didn't know how to say this, so he was just going to blurt it out. "A boy said that our relationship was wrong- but it feels so right, but he said God wouldn't- he wouldn't accept us, so I was panicking, and I- I love you so much, Michael Guzman! And I don't know what I'd do without you- and I-" JoJo stops in the middle of his rambling, his face reddening.

Mike's eyes were wide as he tried to process this.

He gently hugs JoJo again. "I promise it's not wrong," he whispers assuringly. "I promise God loves us and is okay with our relationship." He tells him softly.

JoJo breathes slowly, nodding as a small smile finds its way to his lips.

Maybe he's wrong, JoJo's smile grows at this thought. Maybe the boy was wrong.

Mike rocks JoJo back and forth in his arms. "And for the record, I love you too." He whispers with a smile.

JoJo smiles, his face red as he turns his head.

Mike looks at him, slightly confused.

JoJo presses a soft kiss to his chin.

Mike's eyes widen and his face flushes.

JoJo giggles.

Mike presses a soft kiss to JoJo's lips.

JoJo smiles when they pull away, laying with Mike.

They stayed like that for the rest of the night-

Until dinner.

They had to eat food or else someone would get worried.

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