kinda based off of and the song is in it; silly girl by chloe moriondo (header thingy)

popular! jerry dude

loser/geek/whatever/loner/outcast dude! mike and ike

pining! mikey boiii

socially anxious! micha

also they've never really talked before

also lowercase intended cuz im feeling lazy and my autocaps have been off for forever

michael's POV

look at him.

his wavy dirty blonde/ light brown hair.

His ocean eyes that i could get lost in forever- er, as long as he didn't look back.

those fricken adorable freckles.

the very few times he genuinely smiles (i can tell the difference) it brightens up the whole room.

his giggle is to fucking die for.

no wonder he's popular. literally, what's not to like about him?

i sigh and someone sneezes, snapping me out of my gaze.

"bless you" the class collectively says.

i should probably get back to this test, hug? my moms would kill me if i didn't pass this test that i've been supposedly studying for, for a week.

aka scrolling through a little someone named jeremiah heere's insta.

i did study something, though. jeremy's face. but, i guess that's not what they wanted me to do.

it's not like, uh, physics is hard or anythi- i'm not even gonna finish that sentence, i'm so close to failing this class.

i bet jeremy gets how to do this...

he's perfect.

unlike me.

//time skip to after this class, it's the end of the day//

i start leaving the school. i feel like i'm forgetting something.

uh, i got my backpack. hoodie is still on. it's friday, so no homework. headphones. phone.

what the hell am i forgetting?

i arrive at my destination: home.

my moms are currently at work, so i just head up to my room, still trying to figure out what i'm forgetting.

i look around my room. my eyes lay on my ukulele.

that's it! tonight's the talent show that my moms forced me to sign up for saying: "you know, you're really great at ukulele and singing, show the people your talent! put yourself out there, michael!"

the talent show starts in... like, an hour. and i gotta be there in about 30 minutes for preparation.

i have time to practice on my own.

i picked a song that kinda hits me hard.

it's exactly how i feel about jeremy.

i start tuning my uke, standard tune. then strumming the strings delicately.

//time skip to the starting of the talent show, sorry about the time skips//

i'm really close to having a panic attack.

not only am i supposed to dress formal, and be taken away from the only thing i find comfort in, now i'm being forced to sing in front of jeremiah heere.

it was a bad idea peeking through the curtain to see who had come.

why couldn't i wait until afterward to find out who attended?

wait until after my performance?

just wait in general...

jeremy and all of his friends came to watch. i should've known, rich signed up. i should've known they would come.

he's here to support his friend.

but now he's also gonna see me preform a song that reminds me of him. and i'm gonna be a blushing mess, most likely gazing in his direction.

but there's no turning back now.

i'm the fourth performance.

and performance two is already finishing.

i watch the other acts, hoping it would help me calm down.

i watched some kids named evan and connor perform "seventeen" from heathers.

i watched another kid fail at juggling, because her nerves got the best of her.

i also watched rich do stand-up comedy, he's actually pretty good.

now it's my turn.

they introduced my act and i walk out with my mint green, tattooed ukulele.

"uhm, hi.. my name's michael mell. and i-i'm gonna preform a song, that- heh- means a-a lot to me on my ukulele here. it's called silly girl by chloe moriondo."

i looked in jeremy's area, sighed longingly, and started.

"flowers bloomed when he walked
angels sang when he talked
i laid my head down on my pillow and I dreamed

'cause I'm just a silly girl in a stupid dumb old world
i'm just a silly girl in a stupid dumb old world
and he is perfect
'cause he's supposed to be

smile at him in your math class
strive for him to do the same
open your eyes and realize he does not know your name
and he does not care to

'cause I'm just a silly girl in a stupid dumb old world
i'm just a silly girl in a stupid dumb old world
and he is perfect
unlike me

and how could I ever think that it was meant to be?
and how could I ever think that anything was made for me?

'cause I'm just a silly girl in a stupid dumb old world
i'm just a silly girl in my stupid dumb old world
and he was perfect

He was supposed to be

i made him perfect
'cause I wanted him to be"

at the end of the song, i started tearing up like a fucking girl.

i blush so hard that it was probably noticeable from the back of the auditorium.

as much as i try to hold back the tears, i fail.

why am i so emotional?
why can't i just talk to people and have friends like a normal person?
why can't i talk to him?

i run off stage, embarrassed as frick.

i go to my only safe space. the bathroom. the one no one uses cuz it's kinda moldy.

it's just michael in the bathroom again... for the thousandth time.

i get out my phone, plug in my headphones, and put my playlist on full volume, to possibly block out the voices in my head telling me i'm no good.

when the party's over? skip.

build me up buttercup? skip, if you actually listen to the lyrics it's depressing.

silly girl by chloe moriondo.... skip....

i sob as meteor shower by cavetown comes on.

someone walks in and i stop the song as it says 'i'm floating away, my body's in space, we are going home'

the person's shoes stopped at my stall.

"michael? michael mell? you in there"

i know that voice.

of course i would.

it's the voice of the person i've wanted to talk to for seemingly centuries.

of the person i've been pining over.

jeremiah heere.

i stay silent, though, not wanting him to see me like this, hoping the floor just opens up and swallows me whole.

he opens the door. how the fuck did i forget to lock it?

i look at him.

so beautiful.

so perfect.

and then me.

fucking ugly and stupid and emotional.

he looks me in the eyes, and smiles.

his expression looks warm and welcoming, yet concerned.

"hey, uhm, i just wanted to check on you, you didn't seem to hot at the end of your preformance, which by the way, you did fricken amazing. like, damn, i wish i could sing that good! also i'm jeremy... heere...."

"uhm, th-thanks. and i know who you are, jeremy. i'm pretty sure everyone does. you're like one of the most popular kids in the school. must be fun having friends." i respond.

(a/n: atm im writing this I just got the news so lemme fangirl
JENNNA JOSEPH IS PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!1!!! HDSJNDNDEJFNDNDBEHFBD
now back to ur gay shit)

"i'm not that pop-"

i cut him off. "don't even try to finish that sentence, you're pretty much the most popular boy and you know it."

"yeah, you're right, i guess." he sighs, "but it isn't all it's hyped up to be. you're constantly being judged. there's too much drama. everyone kinda hardens into someone they think they should in school and public, but then when you're alone with them, they're all nerdy and themselves. there's a lot more, but yeah. it's not all that great."

he paused

"bUTTHATSNOTWHYICAme here. uh, are you okay? you didn't seem too hot before."

"y-yeah i'm fine."

"you sure?" he questions

i nod my head.

"okay... uhm, so.... you said that song hits close to home for you.... if you don't mind me asking, why?" he looks like that question's been bugging him.

"i-it's cool, i guess. uh, so i have this crush. he's like fucking perfect. i've been crushing hard for a couple years now. it's that bad hah. but uh, he only recently actually started, uhm, talking to me. noticing my existence. a-and it's frustrating. cuz he's so amazing, he would never notice a nobody like me. we're in two very different social groups. i'm a loner. a nobody. and he's-
he's everything.
he has friends.
a life.
someone to talk to other than his parents. and like- ohshiti'mramblingnow,aren'tii'msosorry."

he nods, understanding where i'm coming from.

"i kinda have the same situation. except y'know, i'm higher on the social latter, i guess." he admits

wait he actually listened to all of that?

he... cares?

i smile at the thought of that.

that someone cares. and that someone was my croosh.

it goes silent for a minute.

"hey, uh, michael.. so i know today's been, well...a day for you. but i got a question for you." he stops the silence

"h-hit me, i guess"

he takes a deep breath.

"so, michael, i know i'm probably not the person you like, but uh, i like you. i have for a while." he stops there.

i-
did he?
is he?

no fucking way.

is this a dream?
did i like trip and fall on the stage?
is this a fanfiction where the author is rushing the ending, because this is going unrealistically fast? ye-

"anyways, what i'm getting at is, uh, michael mell, will you possibly like, i dunno, pity date me?"

it takes a minute for that to sink in.

i low-key pinch myself to see if i am actually dreaming.

nope.
this is real.

w o w .

before i know what i'm doing i'm grabbing his face and kissing his vv chapped lips.

"it's you. it's been you. wow that was a really cliché response, uh lemme redo." i think for a second "yes, jeremiah heere, i'll go out with you. not out of pity though. i love you.... boyf riend" i smile

"well, okay then, boyf riend" he sticks his tongue out.

i just now remember we are in a fucking crusty moldy school bathroom.

"uh we should probably get outta heere huh?"

he nods and offers me his hand, in which i gladly take.

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