Okay, this is the last one shot based on that roleplay I promise! This time, it's focused on Michael pining.

Michael's POV

I have a problem. A gay problem. Okay fine, it's a crush. I didn't want to admit that but I can't ignore it any longer. I'm coming clean.

I have a crush on Connor Murphy.

It'd completely snuck up on me. I only realized it recently. He's just.... really attractive, and sweet once you get to know him. I honestly wondered how he didn't have any friends other than me after I approached him by his locker. That locker, that's where it all started. Ha. That and then getting high in my basement.

Michael? Why are you smiling to yourself?

It was a text from Jared. I couldn't tell him about that.

Uh, it's nothing.

Oh really?

Well, f**k my life apparently. He wasn't convinced. Where was he if he could see me but I couldn't see him? Jared sent another message.

I can see you blushing... do you maybe, perhaps, have a crush?

I let out a squeak and felt my cheeks heat up. I glared at my phone. I wasn't about to admit that, Jared would tell him.

I wouldn't tell you even if I did.

So you do have one?

No!

Jared appeared from behind a wall, making me jump. "Michael, buddy, you think I don't hear your lovesick ramblings about a certain dark haired boy in a black hoodie?" I merely blushed more.

"Even if I did do that, how would you hear about them," I retorted. Jared smirked.

"Doesn't matter. You like Connor, don't you?" His smile widened at my reaction. "Oh you so do!" He commented. I suddenly got an idea.

"Huh? Well, I could say the same about you with Evan," I retaliated, causing Jared to stumble back in surprise, blushing. He then narrowed his gaze angrily.

"You know I don't like him," he growled. I narrowed my own eyes.

"Jared, you reek of it." I merely commented back. "I mean, c'mon, stolen glances... you acting strange.... you're blushing right now."

"I don-"

"Let's make a deal, you open up and I'll do so too." Jared glared at me. He then huffed and then mumbled. "What was that?"

"maybealittleone...." I smiled. Jared looked back at me. "Well?"

I blushed and glanced at the ground. "Yeah... he's just amazing, Jared..." I went off into a ramble. Jared shook his head, smiling.

"Yeah yeah , I don't need to hear this for the fortieth time." Jared then left. I continued smiling and then one of my worst nightmares appeared in the form of Richard Goranski.

"So, I hear you've been hanging with someone a lot recently.... are you two...?" I blushed. Rich was smirking. No way was I gonna tell this oblivious piece of sh*t about my feelings. He didn't realize his own feelings for Jake, and it was really hurting Jake.

"No." I said that way too quickly. Rich's smirk widened.

"Aw, does Michael have a cwush?" He taunted me, in a baby voice. I felt an anger form in my gut.

"I don't." I answered, though I knew it was totally false. Rich didn't look convinced. F**k.

"Aw, you have a cwush!"

"No!" I said, technically shouting.

"It's Connor isn't it? You two have been spending so much time together." This comment merely made me blush more. "So it is Connor!" Rich said happily. Well, we had been spending a lot of time together, but I wasn't sure if he liked me.

"No!" My voice wavered. Rich clapped his hands.

"Oh! I'm gonna have to tell Jake and Jared about this! Michael has a crush on Connor, who'd have thought? Two losers coming together like that?" Sure, tell your best friend who has openly been pining for you for years and you're a oblivious f**k and Jared, who already knows. The anger in my gut exploded upward.

"DON'T CALL HIM A LOSER!" I suddenly snapped loudly. Rich blinked at me.

"Jesus, Michael calm down. Though, your outburst right now isn't very favorable on your end." I looked at him and then I heard rushing footsteps. Then I suddenly felt my tears. I was crying...?

"Mikey!" I suddenly heard his voice, I knew that voice anywhere. The nickname made me feel a flutter in my stomach. Connor raced up to me and pulled me into a hug. "Are you alright?" I was blushing profusely.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Rich was just picking on me."

"Did he hurt you in anyway?" Connor was now examining me.

"Connor, I'm fine, really." I was enjoying him holding me. I'm fine now in your arms Conbon, I thought in my head. "He was just picking on me."

"About what?"

"Us." I could feel Connor freeze. I looked up, and saw that he was blushing.

"Oh uh, well, he's not picking on you now, so." He seemed flustered all the sudden. I blinked. Did he like me?

"I mean I do like you but I hate people picking on me." I regretted what I'd just said immediately.

"Well, of course you do, we're friends," Connor said. I tried telling him what I actually meant but he seemed to misinterpret it.

Shoulda known.

I started to feel my tears more. Christine tried to comfort me, but she only ended up giving me an idea.

"Don't take drastic measures," she had said.

I would regret this I knew so. I went to look for Jeremy, he would know where what I wanted was.

I'm sorry, but I really wanted to write a one shot based on this scene.