[Part of my 10k Special...I'm finally fulfilling requests~]

Jeremy sat back in his beanbag, boredom filling his soul, "Michael...we've been playing video games for literally three hours now, I think we need a change from soundtrack... don't get me wrong, the La La Land soundtrack is wonderful but...three hours of it and it get's kinda' old..." Jeremy took a sip from his Mountain Dew Slurpee.

"But...I love making the joke 'Heeres to the ones that dream' every time that song comes on, Jer, you can't take away my puns." Michael frowned.

"I can and I will- along with your collection of pride flags." Jeremy shrugged.

Michael cleared his throat, "They're capes Jer, obviously- and you're just bitter that I don't let you wear them."

"You're so gay that it hurts." Jeremy giggled.

"So gay that it hurts? No, No Jer. You love me and all my rainbows."

"Says who?"

"Says your pining ass every time I leave for more than five minutes."

Jeremy's face lit up red, "Sh-shut up!" He squeaked a smol squeak.

Michael stood up and stretched before reaching for his phone and shut down 'It's Another Day of Sun' "There, city of stars ain't shining no more, Jer, you happ-"

"Wanna microwave my Slurpee?" Jeremy suggested.

Michael nearly dropped his phone, "Let's do it."

And with that the two boys booked it upstairs, nearly pushing each other over as they made their way up to the kitchen.

"WAIT WAIT!" Michael came to a skidding halt and swung open the fridge and shuffling through it.

"Micha, what in the..." Jeremy watched him go before he let out a squeak.

"Eureka!!"

"I miss that show...-" Jeremy's voice trailed off as he saw Michael hold a potato up, much similar to how he held up his Red Mountain Dew whenever Jeremy needed it.

"We're nuking this too." Michael said definitely as he shuffled past Jeremy to the microwave and popped it open.

"Okay, but put that in first then cos' my slurpee is made of Styrofoam and that stuff is toxic after microwaved...]

//Oh yeah, don't try this at home kids~! -Jay

Michael nodded, "Duh! I wanna' eat it afterwards!!"

"...It'll explode Michael...most likely."

"Potato bits then, either way, yum~!" Michael grinned.

Jeremy sighed, "This is why I love you I guess."

Michael grined, "Awww Jerbear wovs me?" He blinked, earning a slug in the arm.

"Sh-shut up..." Jeremy squeaked out.

Michael shrugged, rubbing his arm slightly before throwing the potato in the microwave, "So, how long?" Michael was nearly bouncing.

"Uh...twenty minutes...?" Jeremy suggested.

"TWENTY?" Michael groaned.

"W-Well it takes seven t-to eight minutes for a potato to cook in a microwave so that a bit over doubling it and-"

"Wait- you know how to cook?" Michael's face formed a larger smile.

"N-No! That's stupid a-and girly!" Jeremy huffed.

Michael set the twenty minutes and then slung his arm over Jeremy's shoulder, "Jer, hun, first off, I'm a feminist sooo, we'll have no talk like that in this household- and second off, we're gay. We can do whatever the hell we want."

"Uh...what kind of knowledge is that...?" Jeremy blinked.

"Gay knowledge, Jer." Michael nodded.

"...That makes no sense Mi-"

"It doesn't have to Jer."

*18 minutes later*

Jeremy let out a scream and leapt under the table as the fire alarms went off, while Michael leapt at the Microwave and opened it.

"DON'T OPEN I-" Jeremy was too late.

Michael gagged and fell back as another wave of smoke filled the air, joining Jeremy under the table.

"It's on fire- wh-what do we do?" Jeremy whimpered.

Michael sighed, coughing once again, "I know a guy who deals with this shit all the time." He pulled out his phone.

*A few minutes later*

Michael opened the door to Jake, Rich was there as well, Michael's face formed a frown, "Uh...keep Rich outside for this one..." Michael sighed.

Rich frowned as well, "Why?"

Michael leaned forward to whisper in Jake's ear, "There's a minor fire-"

"FIRE!?" Rich shrieked and booked it down the street, shrieking at the top of his lungs 'FIRE HAZARD, FIRE HAZARD'

Jake sighed, "Well, I've learned how to deal with shit like this due to Rich making me do so...the guy made me sit through an hour long training session, via video, just how to turn off a stove properly...I didn't think that was possible- anyway...there's a fire...have you put it out at least?"

"There wouldn't be a fire if it was out!" Jeremy's call was shrill.

"Idiots." Jake muttered before making his way inside, "Well, where is it and how big is it?"

"I-it's in the microwave- please try not to fry the microwave though...my ma' will kill me..."

Jake facepalmed and strode towards the kitchen, "This is seriously the easiest fix..." Jake pulled his shirt over his face and squinted, slamming the microwave door shut.

"N-now it'll melt the Microwave!" Michael squealed.

"No-" Jake coughed as the smoke slowly cleared, "It doesn't have enough oxygen to keep lit." He cleared his throat, pointing to the dying flame.

"O-Oh.." Jeremy muttered, climbing out from under the table.

"I rest my case, idiots." Jake nodded, "Now, I have a short and fussy little man to catch, thanks to you two." Jake sighed, heading back towards the door, stopping at the entrance, "He'll need extra cuddles to help him through this one." With that Jake closed the door with an audible slam to the kitchen.

Michael coughed, "Well...slurpee then?"

"NO!" Jeremy hissed, still waving the smoke away.

"Cuddles?" Michael made another suggestion.

"...Michael the whole kitchen is smoke stained, we'll be lucky if we can get this done by the time your ma get's home."

"So cuddles maybe?"

"...Maybe."

Michael grinned, before there was a snapping noise and the microwave's circuit gave way.

"Never mind, you're so grounded, no cuddles for like a year."