Michael sat there in horror, watching the door slam a few feet from his right.

"Michael what in the hell were you doing with-" Mr.Heere's sleepy speech was cut off as Michael leapt to his feet.

Michael turned to Mr.Heere shakily, "S-sorry sir but I have to go g-get my b-boyfriend." He managed to squeak out.

"Boyfriend?" The word rolled shockingly off Mr.Heere's tongue as he watched Michael race towards the door.

"I-I-" Michael began but shook his head, unable to put words together as he quickly opened, and then closed, the door, making his way down the driveway and looking around frantically for Jeremy. He looked right. No Jeremy. Then left. No Jeremy, "Dear god, Jer, where are you?" Michael whimpered, hearing shuffling at the door and turning to see Mr.Heere.

"Now you wait just a minute, son!" He started out the door.

"S-sorry, I can't!" Michael sped down the street, he wasn't sure where he was going but anywhere but here was better. He let out a huff as he felt his feet throb. Jeremy couldn't have gone far...both of them were shoeless and without pants, in the middle of winter, dear lord Jeremy was going to die. Michael thought hard about where his loved one could be and only thought of one place. Michael pranced awkwardly towards his house, his feet feeling nearly complete to numb. He went with wider strides as he went down the street. Thank god it was early in the morning and there was still a few layers of snow on the street...if anyone saw him like this it would be the end of his social life as he knew it. Michael could see his house as he neared his block, "Come on now...feet...don't fail on me now..." Michael let out a groan of pain as he was now stumbling, barely capable of functioning with his body's lower half. Not to mention his upper half, he was thankful for his red hoodie, absolutely thankful, however, his heart ached for Jeremy. Not only was this probably the worst Christmas ever, but now he'd most likely be kicked out of his house and it would be all Michael's fault...he'd have to break up with him and...oh god...it was all bad. Michael knew he couldn't let out the tears that were creeping up on the corners of his eyes, it'd just make his face colder than it was, and what good would that be? Michael now neared his driveway and let out a murmur of thanks, beginning to make his way up the small slope. When he finally reached the front door he about collapsed in relief, shakily grabbing the knob and turning it.

And just for the record, no, he hadn't left it unlocked, Jeremy just happened to know where...the key was...and he didn't...because his Ma' trusted Jeremy more than him...Michael silently cursed to himself at this fact, but he shrugged it off. Michael was thankful, once again, for the warmth that was brought forth from his home as he entered it. He dragged his feet along the rope carpet a few times to warm them up before stumbling forward and shutting the door, and the cold, out from behind him. He looked around for Jeremy, hoping that his predication was correct and that he hadn't in fact passed by a clump of snow, thinking it was snow of course, but then it turning out to be a Jeremy in disguise. Michael shuttered at the thought, but his mind was soon silenced at the disrupting sound of sobbing. He felt a lump form in his throat as he realized who the sobs belonged to. Michael decided to stay quiet but try to find the source, listening intently. He walked forward and down the hallways, keeping track of whether or not the cries were getting softer or louder depending on his direction. He then stopped at the foot of the staircase, deciding that the sobs were coming from upstairs. Jeremy was either in his room or the bathroom. Though, as Michael made his way up the stairs, he figured it was probably his room, it was much more comfortable than the bathroom floor and definitely a hell of a lot warmer than floor-tile. He bolted up the stairs, two steps at a time, and burst into his room, panting at his effort as a whole while he caught his breath, "J-jer...?" He spoke softly.

A muffled cry came from a clumped up comforter that was Jeremy.

Michael frowned, heading over and lifting the comforter.

Jeremy immediately hid his face, his eyes puffy and his face red.

Michael sighed and scooted under the comforter with him, glad for the warmth of it and the presence of Jeremy, though their heads now poked out for air, "Jerbear..."

"I wish I had never had you over." Jeremy sniffled.

Michael felt his heart get stabbed by the sentence.

"Th-then this wouldn't have happened." Jeremy choked on his words.

"Jeremy..."

"I wish we never started dating." Jeremy lifted the front of his shirt over his face.

This blew Michael back with a wave of pain, "J-Jer...?" His voice cracked.

"Just..." Jeremy began.

Michael got up, "I-I need to go...to the restroom..." He was struggling to keep his voice level as he head for the door, he hesitated before he exited, "...Merry Christmas..." He slammed the door shut.