We starting off with Jeremy in this heere chapter.

Jeremy stretched his arms as much as he could before sitting up. He turned to see the Squip in his computer chair but it was sitting backwards.

"Are you aware you're in the chair wrong?"

"Are you aware that it looks like you're dead?"

"I always appear dead." Jeremy said, silently giggling to himself at the accuracy of this conversation. He stood up and walked over to his closet, grabbing the new hoodie he'd bought even though he hated it to no end, and went to grab the Eminem shirt before he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"I have already laid out your clothes. If your new goal is to be achieved I would recommend you to dress as you had prior to buying and intaking me."

"Oh...so where are my clothes?" Jeremy asked, throwing the hoodie at the small trash can by his desk and half missing.

"They're at the edge of your bed." Jeremy turned to his bed to see his favorite cardigan folded neatly beside what appeared to be the Pac-Man shirt Michael had bought him in sophomore year.

"Wow, and you're the thing saying that my nerdiness, even though I'm a geek, was ugly." Jeremy chuckled out, taking his pajamas off and putting the shirt on. He threw the cardigan on over it and seemed much more comfortable than he had before.

"Well Michael will notice if you change your attire, so wearing an outfit he bought you will show sentiment. He will realize you are starting to care for him again."

"Well I never didn't c-care for him. I was s-stressed is all." Jeremy realize he'd stuttered and smacked his face, leaving a red mark. The Squip cocked its head and Jeremy looked at it, confused. "You...you didn't shock me so I smacked myself."

"Jeremy your stammering and ticks don't need to be persisted constantly anymore. You know better than anybody that Michael doesn't care. Now I would say you should go brush your teeth and change boxers and pants and everything. You can then ride the bus if you don't miss it. If not, you're walking and I'm sorry. But I can stop your sweat so you won't need to worry about that." Jeremy nodded and did as the Squip instructed with ease. It seemed easier when technology wasn't constantly torturing you.

"You'll still help me like...talk to people and answer questions in class right?"

"Of course. I can take over then if you don't mind that way all you have to focus on is your goals."

"Okay." Was all Jeremy said as he grabbed his backpack, which still read "Boyf" and walked out the door.

He was surprised the Squip didn't shock him because of his slouching, thank goodness it gave up on that.

Meanwhile.

Michael was laying on the floor in a fit of sweat. He'd just finished his push-ups and was in so much pain it felt like he could die.

"Get up. You have to look good if you're going to get Jeremy to like you again." The Squip instructed him and Michael forced his heavy body up. He was slouching more than ever in his life, possibly more than Jeremy, and he felt shocks going through his back, which forced him to stand up straight. "Spinal stimulation. Good posture is key."

Michael rolled his eyes and grabbed his hoodie, feeling a shock through his hand.

"I said you were going to look good, not like a nerd."

"Geek."

"Be quiet. Grab a plain t-shirt if you plan on looking presentable, and don't think about wearing your headphones. Or your bracelets. Oh and I suggest removing your nail polish."

Michael did as told, already understanding why Jeremy's Squip had caused him to snap so easily. After he was done he looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't even recognize his own reflection except for the glasses.

"When you get out of school we're getting you contacts. Your current glasses aren't going to cut it. Also comb your hair it's an absolute mess."

Once again, Michael did as told. He wet the comb and proceeded to pull it through his tangled hair until the Squip instructed him to stop.

He then moved on to putting on some regular jeans and when he grabbed his wheelies he was shocked.

"Lemme guess. I need to grab the actual tennis shoes?"

"Precisely." The Squip was smirking a bit. Michael rolled his eyes and scoured the under of his bed until he found some random blue off brand tennis shoes and put them on with no emotion on his face.

When he was done and ready to leave the Squip stopped him from walking out the door.

"What now?"

"Your bag. You need to wash it off."

"O-Okay?"

"Don't stutter, that's a basic habit that Jeremy broke so you have to do it too."

"Fine." Michael thought about how confident Jeremy had gotten after the Squip...How mean he got, would that happen to Michael? He sure hoped it wouldn't.

Time skip to school

Jeremy had looked around everywhere but couldn't spot Michael.

'Do you think he?'

"No. He's still alive Jeremy. I can tell you when people die remember?"

'Oh.. right.' Jeremy looked down as he remembered the whole Eminem incident with Brooke.

"Exactly. Trust me, I can see possible futures and one of which is you running into Michael by accident."

'That's good. At least now I know Michael's okay...'

"Now we should probably be getting you to class. Even if your goal is Michael you still have to keep your grades up." All Jeremy did in response was nod and walk to his classroom.

Just his luck they had a substitute who didn't know what he was doing so they got to do what they wanted. Jeremy continued his search for Michael who he knew was in this class. Had he not shown up?

"Jeremy as I said earlier, you could run into him later meaning he is probably skipping class."

'But Michael never skips class. Even if he hates it he never NEVER skips. Mainly because we have every class together but that's just me. I doubt he wants to see me so...yeah.'

"Jeremy could you relax, your face is turning very bright shades of red."

Jeremy tried to calm himself down by going on his furry blog on Tumblr but it did no good. He couldn't stop thinking about Michael. He wondered if he were doing okay right now?

Meanwhile again...

Michael looked at the joint in his hand then back at the mirror.

'I'm not smoking at school.'

"Yes you are. It shows you don't care about the rules. If you don't care, you'll be considered cool. Which is what we want." The Squip explained, forcing Michael to light the joint. Michael didn't mind smoking, it's just he never did it at school before. Mainly because he didn't need to get in any trouble at school because he had to make sure Jeremy stayed out of trouble.

After a few minutes and at least three hits(I've never smoked so it's weird writing this omg)the bell rang. Michael's class had just ended, and he skipped the entire thing.

What he wouldn't give to see Jeremy. Somebody must have heard his wishes because in walked Jeremy Heere in the flesh.

Of course, Michael had no clue if he could even be seen by Jeremy until he looked at the outfit he was wearing. That dorky blue cardigan and the Pac-Man shirt Michael had bought.

Jeremy turned his head and smiled wide when he seen Michael.

"M-Michael oh my God I've been l-looking all over for you! Y-You weren't in class and I g-got worried and...are you...smoking? In school?" Jeremy looked at the joint in his best friend's hand then back to his eyes. "Michael have you been c-crying?"

"You can see me, that's a surprise. Finally got the brain to turn your Squip off?" Michael froze as the voice spoke. This wasn't him, he couldn't speak it seemed but it sure sounded like him...oh no.

"N-No it's s-still on. In fact it t-told me to come find you." Jeremy said and Michael felt a loss of control from his body. The only thing he was controlling was his eyes, which were starting to tear up. "M-Michael are you alright? You seem o-off. Not just your personality but you're smoking in school and you aren't even wearing your hoodie. Or headphones, or your w-wheelies!" Jeremy was realizing that he might have just screwed his chances.

"Jeremy calm down, your stress levels are rising and I might not be able to lower them at a reasonable speed." The Squip was trying its best to calm Jeremy but was failing miserably.

Michael seemed irritated, and Jeremy could tell.

"Michael why are you...are you crying?"

"J-Jeremy I'm sorry..." Michael mumbled and Jeremy looked at him in confusion.

"Why?"

"Jeremy I should inform you that Michael has a Squip and it's acting off of the knowledge that you are still a popular student."

"Y-You got a Squip!?" Jeremy grabbed Michael's hands and looked at his arms in horror. Michael pulled away in fear as he looked at Jeremy. He felt horrible for what he'd done, and he hardly did anything compared to Jeremy.

"Jeremy I...I...yeah." Michael jolted and Jeremy could tell he was scared, so he did what anybody would do. He grabbed the taller male into a tight embrace and started whispering sweet nothings into his ear gently.

Michael seemed somewhat taken away by Jeremy's sudden affection, but he felt into the hug, and realized Jeremy was running his pale hands through the almost black mess that was his hair.

Michael's Squip had seemed to stop talking, so had Jeremy's. They must have just deactivated or realized they were no longer needed. Not that it mattered, the boys were still hugging when they remembered they were still at school.

Jeremy finally let go, not wanting to, but he needed to see Michael's face. He put a hand on his friend's soft cheek and looked into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Michael I shouldn't have called you a loser I'm... I'm sorry..." He mumbled and Michael felt himself hold back tears. "I also realized...I m-might like...love you...My Squip said I was bi and that I had a b-big crush on you and I was just oblivious b-but..." Jeremy began and was cut off when Michael pulled him close and kissed him.

Jeremy's eyes widened but quickly closed as he fell into the kiss, moving his arms around Michael's neck as if they were dancing together. Michael had his arms wrapped around Jeremy's waist and when they let go they were both staring into each other's eyes.

Their first kiss happened in a bathroom. Of course they didn't care.

"We...We should probably get to class Michael...I can't afford to fail science." Jeremy mumbled and Michael giggled under his breath. "What?"

"But Jere, we have perfect chemistry." Michael joked and Jeremy gently punched his shoulder, causing Michael to flinch.

"S-Sorry." Jeremy immediately began rubbing where'd he punched and Michael leaned down and moved Jeremy's hair out of his face, planting a kiss on his forehead.

"It's okay. But you're right we probably should go. I'm not that high anyways..." Michael mumbled and Jeremy nodded, wrapping his small fingers around Michael's, and Michael blushed.

They walked out of the bathroom holding hands, and the first person to spot them was none other than the gossip queen herself, Jenna Rolan.

She bounced over to them and Jeremy could feel the embarrassment bubbling in his stomach.

"First you date Brooke, then you and Chloe bang, then you ask out Christine...and now you're gay? Wow Jeremy that's a lot." She rambled and Jeremy wanted to die.

"Actually Jenna he's bi, and he didn't want to have sex with Chloe, they didn't even have sex actually, she was drunk and unknowingly assaulted him. He never liked Chloe. As for Brooke, I assume he just never felt real romantic feelings towards her. And Christine was a crush." Michael explained and Jeremy took note of Jenna rapidly typing something. He realized it was on her phone's notepad, he could calm down a bit knowing that it wasn't a text.

"Oh, so are you two like a thing now?"

"Yes." Michael answered smoothly and Jenna nodded.

"Okay who are you again?"

"My name is Michael, or as Rich calls me, the Antisocial Headphones Kid."

"Oh yeah he low-key ships you and Jeremy. I gotta go now, bye!" She ran off, presumably to her next class. Jeremy looked up at Michael in shock.

"How did you know about the thing with Chloe?"

"I knew you'd never bang her and everybody at that party was drunk. Now we should probably get to science so I can prove a theory I've had for a while."

"What's that?"

"That I love you." Michael then wrapped his arms around Jeremy's waist and held him close as the two walked to class, glad their Squips were deactivated.

Little did they know the Squips had synced and we're now silently shipping them. That or they themselves were now a thing. Squip x Squip, that's strange isn't it?

Hope y'all liked that because I sure did. I loved writing it.