hella angsty and totally not a vent
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why would you think that? hahah no it isn't
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Michael's POV

It's been two years since the squipcident.

Two years.

Two years without my player 2- if I can call him that anymore. Two years of almost nothing. Two years of feeling nothing. Two years of being numb.

Yeah, you might be thinking "what happened Michael? I thought you saved the day and got your friend back and everything was okay!"

Hah. Hah. Funny joke. I like that y'all want a happy ending for me, though, it's greatly appreciated. But that's not how life works. The only people who get happy endings are Disney princesses, and I do really I look like a Rapunsel to you? (A/N: tangled is a gr8 movie and if you dont agree, I respect your wrong opinion)

Nah. What happened after the squipcident was Jeremy stayed popular. Obviously, now all the popular kids had a reason to bond with him. They all had a SQUIP at one point, even if it was just for a couple minutes. So Jeremy stayed with the popular kids.

Of course, for the first couple of weeks he also stayed around with me. I'm pretty sure that was just to help his "reason that we aren't friends anymore" of: we just drifted apart. To that I call bullshit. Bitch, one day you were all friendly with me, asking if I wanted to come over to play AOTD, the next you were completely ignoring me.

Anyways, after about a month he cut me off completely. He blocked me on everything, including in real life. And something that I could never see him doing.

He started to become my bully.

Insane, right? My best friend of 12 years started to bully me.

At first it was little things. The glare, the insult, etc. Then it started getting physical. And at first (with the physical stuff) it was the occasional shove in the hallway, I even at first forced myself to believe he was being playful. He wasn't. It got extreme after a couple of weeks, and I started to question if he got the SQUIP back. But he didn't.

How I know that, you may ask. Rich. Sure, he was still popular, and sure he had a SQUIP and was pretty much the cause of the problem, because he's the one who brought the whole idea of a SQUIP to the school, but he was different from the rest of them.

Rich, he didn't really care much about popularity anymore. He did stay with the group, only because of his gay ass crush on Jake (which last time I checked, right after we graduated, they got married), not because of popularity. He also noticed how everyone who had a SQUIP acted like they were so special because they had something that could've destroyed human civilization. Not because they actually had something they all collectively liked, or bonded over with emotionally. Rich changed, unlike the rest of them (minus Jeremy, but he changed for the worse).

Getting back on point, Rich was the closest thing I had to talking to Jeremy. My little spy. And he was okay with it. And Jeremy, for sure, did not get the SQUIP reactivated.

So my bes- ex-best friend was bullying me for no apparent reason, and without the over-exaggerated software update telling him to do so.

Great. Just dandy.

This went on for about a year. He kind of broke me. I didn- no I couldn't- feel pain anymore. Everything just went numb.

The only thing that pained me was the fact that I couldn't get over him. And that he knew all my secrets and could expose them at anytime, I was a little paranoid about that, not gonna lie.

I mean, this is my 12 year friend, and 8 year crush we are talking about. Of course it wasn't gonna be that easy to get over him.

But again, it's been 2 years.

And I still haven't gotten over him. And it gets me mad at myself.

But I do have distractions from him now. Like my job.

I own a small shop in which I sell my art for a living. The entire store is just straight up my art, no one else's. I guess it's not the most trust worthy job, but it's keeping me on my feet for right now, and I get to let out my emotions in the art.

I also make speedpaints and animatics and shit and put them on YouTube. I do get money from that, but not enough to make a living off of, plus it's more to see what people genuinely think of my art. 'Cause everyone on the internet has basically no filter.

~time skip to mid-day, on a work day, doesn't matter which day or what time, just matters that the plot needs to move now hhhh~

I'm in the shop. Slow day. Maybe around 14 people came, all tourists, looking for stuff to remember their time heere in Jersey.

I don't even get why anyone comes here, it's hella boring. It's- it's fucking Jersey what is there to do? Like, you got Wildwood, but that's down in south Jersey, you are in central New Jersey. What are you gonna do? This is literally the least interesting state in the US of A. (oof I live in central Jersey so now I'm just dissing my home state, but seriously what the hell are you gonna heere... I'll wait.... exactly.)

Someone walks in. They (not assuming genders or anything-) look familiar. They kinda really look like- but it can't be him. Nuh-uh. No way. I refuse to believe it. Nu.

"H-hi? Hello? S-sir, you there?"

It's him.

Great.

But he doesn't recognize me? How- shame. Just shame. Smh. -_-.

"Hi. Welcome to Michael's- not to be confused with the craft store. But I'm pretty damn sure you could tell by now this isn't exactly a craft store. Whatever. What do you need from me?" I said in the most 'im fucking dead inside', monotone voice.

"W-wow, uhm, rude much?" he whispered that part, "Anyways, do you happen to have anything along the lines of- oH MICHAEL!"

It finally clicked who I was in his pea-sized brain.

"Hi, Jeremiah" I said his name with the salt just pouring out of my mouth with the words.

"Hey, man, yknow I don't like it when you call me-"

"You know what I dont like Jeremiah Heere?! I don't like when people lie straight to my face. I don't like it when I get thrown off to the side, like a piece of fucking trash. And I especially don't like- no hate when my goddamn friend- no ex friend, becomes my fucking bully. That's what I don't like Jeremiah. Now unless you are actually going to be a paying customer, I strongly suggest you leave."

He looked at me like a child who had just gotten their candy stolen from them. He was on the verge of tears. And for a split second, I wanted to hug him and say I didn't mean to hurt him.

"I-I'm, I'm s-sorry, M-Michael. I-I-I'll leave n-now." He was officially sobbing now. I did this. He walked towards the door.

"Jeremy, wait-"

"N-no I'm a f-fucking horrible excuse for a human. I'm- it's b-best if I leave."

"No, wait, I'm sorry I lashed out on you about things that happened 2 years ago. I'm being such a mega bitch. I just- I'm sorry."

Deep down, I know I'm not sorry. He's just- Jeremiah fucking Heere is my weak spot. And I also know I want nothing more than to be his friend again.

"It's-it's okay, uhm, we have a lot of catching up to do, o-old frie-friend?" he looked at me with what I think is hope in his eyes.

But another thing I know is some people change, and don't change back.

"Yeah, friend-o." he smiled at that, so I did too.

The last thing I know is Jeremy Heere is one of those people.

So I'll pretend to be friends with him for now. I'll believe the lies. (why don't we just pretend lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know, I can't let you go, can't let you go-- I'll stop I love Marina to an extent lol, but that lyric fits)

Just waiting for my heart to be broken again.

1448 words.

idek what to say

it was a vent

but like the girl I'm talking about in this situation hasn't really talked to me besides in glares

idek what I did...

I can't get over her lol

and if she did wanna be my fren again this is exactly what would happen, and I would forgive her just like that

I'm sorry

yeet and peace ✌