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"Micha, are you really sure this a good idea? Jared usually jokes about things like this and-" The taller boy was cut off. A blur of red and tan streaked across his vison, a hand placed over his mouth. Said figure glared up at the other, grinning widely.
"Jeremy Heere, there is no way in hell that I'm not meeting your cousins and your cousin's boyfriend." Jeremy looked down sheepishly, his ear tips turning a bright red. The tan boy grinned once again, happy with his achievement. Michael got on his tiptoes, planting a quick kiss on the taller boy's cheek. "You need to stop freaking out about things like this, Jer. C'mon, Iowa isn't gonna come to us." Jeremy just nodded, following the shorter male outside. They both got into the Cruiser, Michael quickly clicking the radio on.
"H-hope you're ready for a t-twelve hour ride with me, M-Micha." The pale boy studdered out, turning to look out of the passenger side window. Michael just shrugged, grinning.
"I hope you're ready for a twelve hour ride, Jer."
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"You did what?!" Evan's face was red with anger, his fists at his side while he hollered at Jared. The long-haired figure behind the blonde was suprised, Evan almost never raised his voice. "We've had no time to prepare! The house is a mess! I can't..ugh!" He stormed off, muttering about how the brunette who was just getting yelled at had no sense of timing. "Did you really have to piss him off a day before they get here." A horse voice grumbled, spiking a sigh from the brunette. "I don't get why it's such a big deal. It's family, not the fucking president. Is it really that much of a big deal, Connor?" The boy asked, cocking his head at his companion. The figure in question shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. Jared shook his head, breathing out a large sigh. "Ev needs to chill." He muttered, stalking away. Connor was left in the room. The long haired boy looked around, tired brown eyes glancing across the messy space.
"Fuck it, might as well clean up," He mumbled, leaning down to grasp an empty plastic bottle.
It was going to be a long day.
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"I don't think Connor is going to like me," And there goes Jeremy, worring about things that probably won't happen. Michael glanced up from the road, taking one hand off the wheel to rest it on the other boy's knee.
"I'm sure he'll love you." Micha reassured, patting Jeremiah's knee. A sigh was drawn from the taller boy's lips, fogging up his window slightly.
"What if he doesn't though, Mike, what if he hates me. Oh god what if I fuck up and then Evan starts hating me and-" Jeremy was cut off by Michael, as he suddenly turned up the radio. Happy, the song on the radio was Happy. The palr brunette let out a scoffed, shaking his head. "And I'm stopped by pop music." He sighed, messing with the cuff of his sleeve. Michael only let out a chuckle, shaking his head slightly.
"Pop music is the answer to everything, Jeremiah." The tan boy quipped, grinning widely. Jeremy rolled his eyes, casting a glance at the other.
"I thought Marley was the answer to everything."
"Shut up, Heere. They can both be the answer to everything."