A/N -
Just as a disclaimer... I obviously don't own the characters mentioned in this one shot. Except 2 OCs that appear in part 2. Based on the book Be More Chill. This takes place after the last chapters of the book. Anyway, thank you!
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Jeremy's PoV -

This entire day had been a disaster. First I make a fool of myself in front of the entire school at the play. Then I find out that my Squip is fucking broken. "Hey, I heard that," the Squip notifies me.

"Well I'm not wrong, you told me this would work out and it didn't," I growl back.

"We're going to fix it though," Squip reminds me as if I didn't know.

     "Yeah, Michael came up with the plan, not you," I trudge back to my house which is within walking distance of the school.

     "I'm sorry," Squip said at an almost whisper, somehow I feel real emotion in his words.

     I roll my eyes but don't reply. I just keep walking, this has to work.

Finally, when I get home, Squip and I begin work on Christine's book. The plan is to have Squip help me write a book to Christine explaining and apologizing for everything that has happened since I got the Squip up until my disaster at the school play. I tried asking Christine out, in the middle of the play, and she rejected me. It was Squip's idea in the first place.

"So what do I do first?" I ask Squip, luckily my parents won't be home tonight, Squip said it takes about 8 hours to wright a book.

"Sit at your desk and open your computer, I'll take it from there," Squip replies.

I do as instructed. As soon as my computer is open I have a sudden bout of dizziness. I kinda black out for a second or two and when I wake it's like I'm a visitor in my own body. "Squip?!" I question him with slight panic.

"It's alright, I've taken control to wright the book but you're safe," Squip reassures but that doesn't help the fact that a broken super computer is currently controlling my body.

     "Please don't call me broken," Squip seems a little disheartened.

"Oh, sorry."

Squip got to work on the book and I watch through my own eyes in silence. Hours pass, the book is beginning to take shape. Squip types fast and accurately. I read over his work as he types. It's actually pretty good. Squip edits some parts to make me seem better then I actually am but he keeps it fairly accurate. I feel tired, could I fall asleep with Squip in control like this?

I wake up in my bed, I guess I really did fall asleep. I try to kick my blankets off but I can't move. It's like I'm paralyzed. "Squip!" I'm scared.

"Oh, sorry Jer," I didn't even realize the nickname, I'm just happy I can move again, "I couldn't give you back control till you woke up."

I successfully get out of bed this time, I realize I'm in my pajamas. "I figured you'd be more comfortable in them," Squip states having read my mind.

"Awkward but thanks," I reply.

"Your book is on your desk," Squip states and I hurry over to it.

It's a nice sized book with a laminated cover and binding. "Thanks," I mutter to Squip as I admire his work.

He doesn't reply. "Squip?" Is this another glitch in his broken software?

"No, I'm here," Squip walks through my door, he's carrying a bottle of Mountain Dew Red.

I can't help but notice a far away sad look in his glowing electric blue eyes. "Thanks for this," I jester with the book, "Christine will forgive me, I'm sure."

"No problem," he seems scared almost, "drink this," Squip thrust the Mountain Dew Red into my arms.

He sits on my bed looking anxious. Is he's scared of Mountain Dew Red? Maybe I shouldn't drink it. I like having Squip around, usually. "I'm broken, you said it yourself," Squip gives a half hearted smile, "Drink it."

I set the book down and sit across from Squip in my desk chair. I still hold the Red. Why is this so hard for me? "Jer, just drink it, I don't want this to take any longer than it has to," I swear I see a tear fall down his cheek, "every Squip gets deactivated eventually... please."

Squip's voice is pleading. I reluctantly turn the lid, the carbonated fizz escapes with a hiss. I glance at Squip, his eyes are closed and he holds his knees in a fetal position as if just waiting on pain. I hear his voice in my head, "Please, Jer."

With that I tilt the bottle back letting the sweet soda run down my throat. A excruciating cry echoes around my room. Squip! I throw the bottle down and rush over to him. I try to hold him but his form slips through my arms. He's glitching badly, pixels of his electric blue mixed with the red of the Dew spread rapidly across his skin. He's crying hysterically, in pain. Then with an electronic sounding hiss, he's gone. I don't realize it at first but I'm sobbing. I feel like the time I stood at my grandmother's funeral, I feel loss for someone I cared about. I try to tell myself Squip was just a computer but he felt like so much more. My brain suddenly feels empty without him. My dad runs through the door, he must have gotten home sometime this morning and heard everything just now, "Jeremy!" he rushes over to me, "what's wrong?"

I want to tell him, he knows about the Squip but my emotions won't let me form words. "S-squip's g-gone!" I manage to croak out.

Dad hugs me. Mom, who was standing at the door, sits next to me and hugs me too. I sit there for a moment, sobbing into their arms and then an idea hits me. I break away from them, tears still in my eyes. I rush down the steps, 2 at a time, and run for the cabinet. I grab a can of regular Mountain Dew and chug it. I stand waiting. I expect there to be a sharp pain or a fizzle of static before Squip's voice echoes in my head again, instead everything remains silent. I choke back a sob. Mom hugs me again having watched my sudden antics. I think dad is in the living room, calling Michael to come help me.

     I must have been right, the doorbell rings and Michael doesn't wait for an answer before rushing in. "Jeremy?" I haven't cried much in front of Michael in our eleven years of friendship.

     I'm not sure I've ever cried this much. Mom leaves me standing in the kitchen with Michael. "What happened?" Michael asks.

     Through sobs I explain everything, I choke up a bit telling him that I drank the Red. It's my fault Squip's gone. Michael hugs me, "Shhh, Jer," I cringe at the nickname, "Squip was a computer, computers don't last forever."

     We're sitting at the kitchen table. My heads on the table and Michael sits close to me gently rubbing my back. "I wish he could last forever."

     Michael sighs, "You're in love with him."

     "No," I can't believe Michael, I liked Squip as a friend, "I'm in love with Christine."

     "Christine's your scapegoat, Jeremy," I'm sitting up now, the tears are slowing down.

     "That's not true!" I fire back, I'm starting to get angry.

     "Jer, it's okay to love him, it's not a sin," I'm about to fire back but Michael interrupts, "I know what love looks like."

     I'm thinking now, really thinking about my feelings. Do I love Squip? He was always kind to me, he genuinely wanted to see me accomplish my goals even if he did mess up. "Squip's a super computer, do you really think a computer would make a faulty judgment," Michael has that tone like when he's talking about a deep topic, "Squip didn't make a mistake at the play, Jeremy, he just knew your goal of Christine wasn't your goal anymore."

     I'm sobbing hard again. Michael's right but if he's right then that means Squip's gone for no reason, he's not broken. I just subliminal changed my goals and Squip knew it before I knew it. "Why would he leave then, if I wanted him, not that I do?" I ask Michael, I didn't like admitting all this to myself.

     "He knew it was for the best, he was a computer for fucks sake, Jeremy."

     I cry and Michael holds me. I still don't know if I love Squip or not but I do know I want him back.