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Jeremy could barely see the smirk on Michael's face through the hazy fog that now filled the basement.
"Do you think the wind is ever tryna.. tell us something and we don't know how to hear it anymore?" Jeremy blurted out of nowhere, leaning back on the beanbag.
"... I just want you to stop sayin' odd shit," the stoner muttered, pressing his glasses further onto his face.
"Fine, fine..." he mumbled, kicking the other boy's feet (adorned in red socks with pot-leaves all over it; Jeremy deems it the best birthday gift he's ever given).
Michael kicked the boy back, laughing as he often did was when smoking. Jeremy quietly admired him, fidgeting with his cardigan sleeves. Even in his... stoned state, he still adored him—
"Hi," Michael grinned, his beanbag now in front of the shorter one.
"... hello," Jeremy mumbled, watching as more smoke puffed from Michael's lips, getting closer and closer...
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"Heyyy, we really are getting stoned in my basement," he grinned between kisses, though his words were barely registered by the other boy; his brain was as foggy as the air surrounding them. Jesus, how did Michael even breathe?
Jeremy smiled faintly, pulling the boy closer, his thumbs rubbing up and down his sides.
Jeremy leaned in for another kiss, missing his lips by... just a bit.
"Ow!" Michael laughed, leaning back and pulling his glasses off. "You missed a little," he joked, playfully glaring at him.
"What did I do??" Jeremy laughed faintly, watching Michael slip his glasses back on and readjust to be closer again.
"You kissed me... like... on my glasses," he laughed, replicating the action with Jeremy; pressing a kiss to the connection part of the glasses that sat lazily on his nose.
"Sorry, it's just—" Jeremy cut himself off with a cough, "Jesus, how do even see in here?"
Michael laughed, simply shaking his head. The other boy hummed contently, again drinking in his boyfriend in his even more laid-back, giggling state.
They both inhaled more smoke, exhaling it onto each other's faces with a laugh. Well— one of them laughed. Jeremy leaned over, practically hacking up a lung.
"Oh my god, drugs are bad..." Jeremy whined, gasping for air between laughs.
"You do realize that you are... actively smoking pot, yeah?" Michael grinned, tilting his head curiously.
"D.A.R.E not to do drugs, Michael, we're breaking the lawwww..." Jeremy drawled, leaning his head back against the wall.
The other laughed, leaning forward to— almost subconsciously— press kisses to Jeremy's neck.
Jeremy sighed happily, tracing over the patches on Michael's hoodie. He wondered... did each of them have a meaning? Or... were they all just randomly selected? Both seemed like something Michael would do—
"I'm thirsty," the patch wearing boy mumbled, pressing one more kiss to Jeremy's neck before pulling away.
"Yeah, you are, horny ass motherfu-"
"No. For liquids."
"Still—"
"You're awfully flirty when you smoke. Don't turn the tables on me, Jer," Michael scoffed, ruffling his hair with a grin before standing up.
"C'mon."
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The pair stumbled upstairs, where Michael sat on the counter sipping his Pepsi, while Jeremy drank Mountain Dew.
"So.. are like.. your moms chill with you smoking and stuff or are they.. uh.. oblivious?" Jeremy asked, his tone hushed.
Michael laughed, shrugging. "Well, I mean... I'm sure they'd prefer it if I didn't... but they know I'm a teenager with access to a basement so... they're not shocked when I come upstairs reeking of po-"
"Popsicles. Hi mom... and other mom," Michael grinned sheepishly.
"How many times have I told you not to sit on the counter, huh?" His parent asked, now in view. She crossed her arms. The other glanced at the two of them before it connected in her brain that Jeremy was standing there.
"Oh, hello, Jeremy. Wonderful to see you," she hummed, as her son hopped off the counter with disgruntled murmurs in Filipino, causing the other woman to narrow her eyes at him.
"Uh... hello, Ms. Mell. Good to see... you too," Jeremy stammered, his brain still a tad bit foggy.
"What are you guys doing in the basement? Playing that one gore-filled video game?" His mother asked, and Michael nodded quite quickly.
"Yup! You know me and Jer, always on that video game grind," he grinned, causing one of the women to furrow her brows, the other to raise a disbelieving eyebrow, and Jeremy to barely hold back his own disbelieving scoff.
"... right. And... uh.. your squinting is from the bright kitchen lights," his mother muttered sarcastically with a sigh, the other just snickered.
"Precisely. You should really turn these things down, mom, my eyes—"
"Michael."
"Right..."
Jeremy carefully set down his glass of neon-green liquid, inching behind Michael in hopes to not get yelled at by the women.
"I thought the rules were clear—"
"As clear as Crystal Pepsi?" Michael interrupted, making Jeremy want to facepalm. Jesus, babe, just... please shut up, for your own sake?
"Michael Oliver Mell."
'Oh, he got full named...' Jeremy thought.
"... right, go ahead," Michael mumbled, his stupid comments (most likely amplified due to their earlier activities) lessened as his mother continued.
"As I was saying... I thought the rules were clear. Don't... be so obvious about the weed, Michael, especially not when Jeremy's here," she sighed, running a hand down her face wearily.
"... okay. I'm sorry," he murmured, glancing down at his feet, which were bouncing anxiously.
"Just... find other ways to have fun, Micha," his mother smiled faintly, patting his shoulder before leaving the room with her wife.
"Well... guess they care a bit more than I thought," Michael laughed quietly, pouring the rest of his drink into his mouth. Jeremy shook his head with a small laugh.
Within seconds, Michael's usual mischievous expression spread on his face, causing Jeremy to sigh.
"... what—"
"Y'know... she said we can have fun in other ways," Michael smirked, rummaging through the cabinets.
"Babe, she just said that we can't—"
"Not those kind of gummies, dummy. Gummy worms," he hummed, grinning brightly as he pulled the colorful package out of the drawers.
"Though, I'm honored that you think I'm brave enough to face my mother's wrath in such a rebellious way."
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The two sat back in their beanbags, not before Michael sat up and turned on a fan in hopes to get rid of the thick smoke (Jeremy merely scoffed, as all the fan did was just blow around the clouded air, but he let Michael believe that it was doing something.)
Michael quickly abandoned his beanbag for Jeremy's lap (he was feeling awfully clingy today, not that Jeremy minded at all). He tore open the packaging and took out a red and blue gummy worm.
"Hey, it's us!" He laughed.
The juniors both shared a knowing look, before Michael put the red side in his mouth, leaving the blue side to lay against his lips.
Jeremy, still feeling bold, took the blue side between his lips and got awfully close to Michael before biting off the side, causing them both to giggle like the lovestruck teenagers they were.
"We're like Lady and the Tramp," Jeremy joked after he swallowed his piece.
Michael laughed, nodding before he said, "Except we're gay."
"Except we're gay," Jeremy agreed, proving his statement by kissing his lips.