how could this happen? [expensive headphones- bmc]

hiiiiii, i know i'm updating a lot but you know what? i think that's fine. update a lot, get more reads, more things.

tw :~: just a fluffy chapter owo

word count :~: 828

rich pov kinda?????

~~~~~~

Rich immediately stopped spacing out, hearing his name. He sat up and looked at everyone, a small, "Wha...?" escaping his mouth. He watched as Jake and Jeremy started giggling and whispering to each other while Michael groaned into his hands.

"The fuck did I mith?" He asked, eyes wide as he looked back and forth. He jumped slightly as Jeremy burst into laughter, falling to the ground. Jake started laughing, more at Jeremy than anything else.

Rich looked over at Michael. "Dude, are you okay?" He asked. His high had worn off by now, so he got off the beanbag and shuffled on his knees to Michael.

"They asked me a question and I answered and now I'm scared," Michael replied, removing his hands from his face. Rich snorted softly, seeing how red his face was.

"What was the question?" He asked, raising a brow. Michael's face just flushed even more, if that was possible.

"I don't wanna talk about it," the other teen groaned, flopping back into the beanbag. "Can we just get them out of here? Maybe have them throw a party or something?" He muttered.

"Dude, it'th like ten o'clock. Pluth nobody would know," Rich pointed out. He heard a muffled groan from Michael as he rolled over, his face in the beanbag.

"I wanna be alone now," Michael huffed, muffled by the beanbag still.

Rich sighed and nodded. He knew Michael well enough to know he meant that. Rich stood up and grabbed Jake's arm, pulling him up. "We gotta go," he told him simply. Jake nodded and picked his boyfriend up.

"Bye, Michael," each of the leaving guys said. Rich let Jake and Jeremy go upstairs first. He sighed softly and looked at Michael.

"If you ever need to talk, just call me, okay?" He offered, givin him a smile.

Michael looked up and returned it. "A-actually, could you stay for a second?" He asked.

Rich nodded and walked over, plopping back down in the beanbag. "Yeah, what'd you need?" He asked, laying back.

Michael looked down to the ground and muttered something. Rich knew he wasn't supposed to hear it, but he did. "God, this is gonna be hard," was what Michael had said.

Michael cleared his throat and looked over at Rich. "Okay, so, earlier when you were spacing out, Jeremy asked me the normal truth or dare. I was too lazy to do any dare so, like an idiot, say truth," he started explaining quickly. "So he asked me something like, 'Do you have a crush and who is it?'" He huffed softly and ran a hand through his hair.

Rich's eyes widened as he realized what he was going to say. "A-And you thaid me..." he whispered.

Michael's cheeks reddened as he nodded slowly.  "I-I completely understand if you don't feel the same way! We can just stay as friends and forget about this whole night and-"

Rich cut off his rambling by grabbing Michael's cheeks and kissing him. He heard a small squeak from Michael, but the other boy decided to kiss back.

Rich sighed happily, holding the kiss. The way their lips fit together was perfect. He easily gained dominance over Michael, his hands snaking down and wrapping around his waist. He felt Michael ring his arms around his neck. They pulled away for a split second before going back.

"Holy shit!" Rich squealed as he heard someone behind him. He fell backwards and scrambled up, looking at the stairs.

"Jake!" Rich squeaked out, his face flushing red. Michael looked the same, covering his face and squealing.

"Jeremy, I told you he wasn't behind us!" Jake laughed, looking to his boyfriend. Jeremy nodded and giggled.

"Yeah, and I'm the one that said they'd kiss," the smaller boy pointed out. Jake smiled and looked at the other two.

"Care to tell us how it happened?" Jake asked teasingly. Rich just grumbled and put his head in his hands, curling into a ball.

"Fuck off," he muttered, grabbing his beanbag and putting it over him. He heard another laugh before steps going away. Rich tossed the beanbag off and looked at Michael. The other teen looked at him before smiling.

Rich immediately crawled over and started kissing him again. Michael, having the same idea, kissed back. Rich ran his hands through Michael's hair, noting how soft it was.

As they kept kissing, Michael took his glasses off and set them aside. He let Rich push him against the beanbag, letting out a quiet squeak.

They stayed like that for a bit, neither daring to stop. After a few minutes, Rich pulled away and smiled, panting softly.

"I might have a little cruth on you, too," he whispered softly. Michael smiled and sat up a bit, Rich doing the same.

"How about we go to the movies tomorrow, just us?" Michael suggested. Rich smiled and nodded, hugging him.

"I think I've been writing boyfriend'th on the wrong backpack'th," he giggled quietly.