So. This has been left finished for a while. But my brain, upon hearing a particular song, ripped this story back open and was like "BUT WHAT IF THIS HAPPENED??" And. Here we are guys, gals, nonbinary (and agender) pals. I really shouldn't use that reference I don't watch Thomas enough for that. ANYWAYS. This does contain another ship. One that is quite honestly dear to my heart next to Boyf riends. So uhhhhh. Here's what could have happened!

Michael sat in his basement, a weed cookie hanging out of his mouth as he played a Super Mario Maker level he had been stuck on all day.

"Crap!" he muttered under his breath as the screen filled with x's. It had to be the fiftieth time he'd died by now.

He yawned and stretched, his shoulders popping, sending a shiver down his spine. He placed the rest of his cookie back in the box of others and slipped the box into the mini fridge at the end of his bed.

Exhaling once more deeply, he pulled on some jeans and an old blue hoodie. Jeremy had tried to follow Michael's patched hoodie trend in middle school, but he had only ended up with one patch depicting a tent in the woods. He chuckled at the memory. Jeremy had bought the patch at a Boy Scouts store.

He wore that hoodie now. Christine had been helping Jeremy clean out his closet, and Jeremy brought the hoodie to Michael soon after, saying it was a shame to keep it cooped up in a closet.

I wish I were a hoodie. Seems easier to come out of the closet that way. He snorted to himself, grabbing an old skateboard off his wall, hoping he remembered how to ride. He needed some fresh air.

He took in a deep breath as he began riding down the street, leaving his motions to muscle memory. He put some music on at a low volume and felt his mind begin to wander. Fond memories of the friends he had made played through his thoughts. The squip may have been the worst thing to happen to their school, but it was nice to have found some new close friends because of it.

Michael became so lost in thought that he hadn't even realized where he was going. By the time he noticed, he could only smile sadly, slipping his headphones off his ears to rest around his neck.

To his right, kids were running around in the park, and among them was Christine, chasing after them with Jeremy closely following. Suddenly, one of the kids came from behind, pretending to shoot Jeremy with a finger gun. Jeremy staggered backwards, and Christine caught him dramatically, gasping and shaking her fist as a promise for vengeance. The kids were giggling, and Christine and Jeremy joined in soon, each smiling brightly and panting tiredly.

Michael had slowed down without thinking, but he decided to continue on, smiling a bit to himself. If Jeremy was happy, that's all he could ever ask for.

I do love you, but it's alright

And that's it! Stagedorks is such a goofy ship I had to write at least one thing for it :') HOPE Y'ALL DON'T MIND. ((Side note! Michael was listening to a particular song as he rode by the park. It is the song that inspired this.))

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((Music is the best for motivation geez))

This. Brings to rest Who's Your Player Two? once more. Thank you all for all the support on all of our works, y'all are honestly such a blessing for us. Especially when we don't uPDATE FREQUENTLY. Inspiration has been running dry. I am sorry, my children.

I hope you all enjoyed this, and I hope you have a fantastic day! See you all soon ♡
-May