based on that one part. you might have to listen to the bootleg or read the script to understand this fully
After having been blatantly ignored for the entire school day, Michael didn't really know what to do. He didn't entirely know what he did, or if he even did anything. Maybe something was wrong with Jeremy. What if something was wrong? And he'd been-... Michael shook the thought away; he was pissed nonetheless. Sitting on the hood of his PT Cruiser with a Game Boy Color, he waited for Jeremy to come out of drama practice so he could confront him.
The back doors slammed open, none other than Jeremy fucking Heere making his way through them. Something was definitely off, Michael thought, noting the robotic way he walked and the fact he just stood and stared into space after the doors slammed shut behind him.
"Jeremy!" he called out, hoping to maybe get the lanky boy's attention. No dice.
As the silence dragged on, Michael started noticing some other things off about the boy he'd known for twelve years prior. He wore an Eminem shirt, which was alarming in itself - Jeremy didn't even like Eminem. His back was straight and chest puffed out, which was normal for him when he would get flustered, but his face was alarmingly expressionless. And yet, he radiated confidence. Michael would normally be beaming and proud if he knew his best friend was even the slightest bit less self-conscious, but he couldn't shake the suspicion that something was up. Something major.
He slid off the hood, calling out the boy's name again.
All of a sudden, as if a switch were flipped, Jeremy's face was overcome with emotion. His breath hitched and he began sobbing uncontrollably into his hands. His confident aura dwindled away with each hiccup, and Michael felt his heart drop into his stomach. He'd always hated seeing Jeremy cry, though he'd only seen it happen maybe once or twice. Jeremy sniffled, wiping his eyes, only to let loose another sob into his sleeve. Michael kicked into autopilot, sprinting towards his best friend to comfort him.
He skidded to a stop as Brooke Lohst came into view. She spotted the crying boy, jogging towards him with a concerned expression.
"Jeremy! I've been looking for you," she called out, putting a hand on his shoulder. Jeremy smiled weakly, apologizing. He looked like a mess. Michael hated it. Michael hated everything about it.