Be More Chill! :D I fucking love this musical. And Boyf Riends, of course ;) So here ya go, a story about the best BMC ship.

I do not own Be More Chill. Otherwise Jeremy would be chasing after Michael.

Without further ado, please enjoy and review!

"Second semester!" Michael yelled as I got into his P.T. Cruiser. He grinned, Buffalo Soldier softly playing from the headphones hooked around his neck. "You ready for this?"

"Hell no," I said, shutting the car door. I tossed my bag in the backseat with Michael's and pointed ahead. "Onwards, good sir!"

Michael laughed, pulling out of the driveway and heading toward the school. "That's a mood, right there. So, you remember Rich is bi, right?"

"Yeah." After last year's…uh…incident, Rich had come out as bisexual. Despite him being nicer after the SQUIP's were destroyed, Michael and I found it difficult to befriend him. Even though it had been his SQUIP making him bully us and not his own choice, it had still hurt. A year and a half of torment was hard to forget. "So?"

"Apparently Jake came out as gay a few weeks ago. Rich asked him out Christmas day."

"You're kidding."

"Nope," Michael said, popping the p. "I'm actually surprised you haven't heard. Jenna said she got it from Christine the minute Jake said yes."

I felt my heart speed up and quickly switched my gaze to the school bus passing us. "How did Christine know about it so quickly?"

"Christine and Brooke were Rich's wingmen. They were hiding in the bushes when Rich finally got the balls to ring the doorbell." Michael glanced over at me before looking back at the road and turning into the school parking lot. "Actually, I haven't heard anything about you and Christine lately. How're you guys doing?"

I kept my eyes on students entering the school. Greeting each other after a long five weeks away. Girls squealing and hugging each other while guys slapped each other on the back. It was odd, feeling equal amounts of excitement and dread in the air.

Right now, I was definitely feeling the latter.

"Jeremy?" Michael had parked the car without me noticing. He stared at me curiously. "You spaced out a bit there. You okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." I cursed my stutter. Of all the times it has to come out, it has to be when I'm upset or nervous.

Michael narrowed his eyes, suspicious. He knows my tells. "Are you not telling me something?"

"No, honestly, Michael. I'm—I'm fine. Christine and I a-are fine."

I held my breath, praying he would leave it. It had happened a few days ago, but I still didn't understand it at all. As much as I hated keeping Michael in the dark, I just needed some time to figure it out for myself.

Michael studied me for a moment longer, then sighed and leaned back in his seat. "If you're sure." His tone softened. "You know you can tell me anything, though, right? No matter what."

I tried to smile. I think I succeeded. "Yeah, I know. It's a two-player game."

"And we rule at it." Michael said, a grin forming. He opened the door and stepped out of the car. "You coming?" he asked, snatching his bag out of the backseat.

"Y-yeah." After I grabbed my bag, Michael shut the car door and we made our way up to the school.

"We go to the cafeteria first to get our schedules," Michael said, glancing down the hall. "What classes do you want?"

"I know I don't want World History," I replied, inwardly relieved that Michael had let it go for now. "If I sucked at American History last semester, then I'd definitely fuck that up."

"Oof. I just hope I get Computer Science." Michael's eyes glittered with enthusiasm. "I heard you get to create your own website in that class. My own website, Jeremy!" Michael had been into computers for as long as I could remember. You would never guess it by looking at him—red hoodie with patches, always present headphones, almost always a slushie in hand—but Michael was a nerd with all things technological.

I laughed. "Sounds right up your alley."

We reached the cafeteria and split up. I headed toward Mr. Reyes, who handled students A-H, while Michael went to a female teacher I didn't know who had schedules I-P.

"Ah, Mr. Heere," Mr. Reyes said as I approached. "How was your Christmas?"

"It was o—"

"Good, good," Mr. Reyes interrupted, shuffling through papers. "I had the chance to see Hamilton on Christmas Day."

"Really? That sounds ama—"

"But that dream was crushed by my wife, who demanded that Christmas be about family and togetherness and not involve rap battles between our founding fathers." Mr. Reyes sighed pitifully as he handed me my schedule. "I was so close…"

I left him as he stared wistfully into space, singing under his breath. Michael was waiting for me at an empty table, bouncing in his seat, beaming. "Look!" he squealed, shoving his paper in my face. "I got it! I got it!"

MELL, MICHAEL GRADE: 12

1st Period: Computer Science 1…Room Z302, Mr. Dixon

2nd Period: Algebra 2…Room B220, Ms. Brewer

3rd Period: World History 1…Room B201, Mrs. Clark

4th Period: English 2…Room B216, Mr. Savarese

LUNCH

5th Period: Chemistry 1…Room C103, Mr. Diorio

6th Period: Gym…Gymnasium, Coach Bauer

7th Period: Free Study

"Michael, that's great!" I said, handing him back his paper. "Congrats, dude."

"Thanks!" Michael was almost vibrating with excitement. He pushed his glasses up his nose and held out a hand. "Let's see yours."

HEERE, JEREMIAH GRADE: 12

1st Period: Algebra 2…Room B205, Ms. Wells

2nd Period: English 2…Room B213, Mr. McCloud

3rd Period: World History…Room B201, Mrs. Clark

4th Period: Art 1…Room D112, Mr. Wyatt

LUNCH

5th Period: Chemistry 1…Room C103, Mr. Diorio

6th Period: Gym…Gymnasium, Coach Bauer

7th Period: Free Study

"Three classes together, plus lunch and the free period," I said, studying my schedule beside Michael's. "Not bad."

"Yeah, you're gonna have some serious help in World History," Michael said, putting an arm over my shoulders. "The day I let you fail that class will be the day I swear off video games. Both of which will never happen."

I chuckled. "Thanks, Michael."

The bell rang, shrill and startling. The volume of the cafeteria swelled as people simultaneously stood and moved toward the doors. Michael and I got up as well and immediately got caught in the human current, pushing us toward our first day of the second semester. We quickly bumped fists before Michael turned right, I to the left. "See you in third period!" Michael yelled. Then he was gone.

It didn't take me too long to find B205. Ms. Wells was a young woman with a long, flowy skirt and a buttoned-up blouse. "Jeremiah Heere?" she asked, holding out a clipboard and a pen.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, taking the pen and checking off my name. "I go by Jeremy, though."

"Okay, then," Ms. Wells made a note and gestured into the classroom. "Sit wherever you feel you can learn best."

"Thanks." I walked into the room. The only people inside was a small, mousy girl sketching idly into a notebook and a tall, bored looking boy with long black hair and a hoodie. I chose a seat in the middle row, near the window and sat down. As time passed, more and more people filled the room. Some were people I knew, others I hadn't seen, or never noticed.

And then Christine walked in.

I felt myself grow rigid in my seat, watching her out of the corner of my eye. Christine glanced around, and her eyes landed on a seat a row up and two columns left from mine. I hastily focused my stare down onto my desk as she moved to it and sat.

After another minute, the bell rang again. Ms. Wells walked in and shut the door. The room quieted. "Good morning, everyone," she said, moving to the whiteboard. "My name is Ms. Wells and I'll be your Algebra 2 teacher. This class will be difficult, but if you pay attention and take notes, you should…"

I couldn't concentrate. My eyes were drawn to Christine. She was just sitting there, listening, but to me, she looked like an angel. My chest began to hurt, and I felt myself revisiting that day.

"But—but why?" I stammered, feeling my face grow hot. Tears pricked the back of my eyes, quick and sharp. "Did I do something wrong?"

Christine covered her mouth, eyes going wide. "NO! No, no, no, it's not like that! You've been great, honest."

"Then why?" I asked again. Taking one of her hands, I let my thumb trace over her knuckles. "I-I thought you liked me."

"I do." Christine took her hand away and I was left with air. "Just…not as a boyfriend."

"So this was all just pity, then?" The sadness was slowly draining away and was being replaced by anger. I stood up from the couch, unable to keep still. The tv kept playing the movie softly, the soundtrack to our break up. "You just felt sorry for me?"

"Jeremy, please, can you let me explain?" Christine looked at me pleadingly.

I rubbed my hands over my face and let out a long breath. "Fine." I sat back down and looked at her expectantly.

Christine closed her eyes. "I thought I'd give you a chance. You liked me, so I thought that maybe if I spent a bit more time with you, I'd fall for you as well. But I just…didn't." Her eyes opened, and she gazed at me sadly. "If anything, you're like a brother to me." Christine gave an awkward chuckle. "I guess surviving something like the SQUIP's uprising brings you closer to people quicker."

"Not close enough," I mumbled under my breath. But Christine heard me.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" she demanded. "Keep pretending to love you? That's not fair to either of us, Jeremy, and you know it. Besides, there's someone else who likes you."

"What?" I was sure I had heard incorrectly.

"Someone's had a crush on you for a while, and I'm pretty sure you have a crush on them as well. Don't ask me to say who, that's something you need to realize for yourself." She got up and headed toward the basement stairs. Hand on the banister, she glanced back at me. She didn't seem sad about the break up, or even angry with what I had said. Instead, her eyes held a hopeful flame. "Once you figure it out, I'll be happy to help you get 'em." Christine threw me a confident smirk. "See you around, Jeremy." And she was gone, while I was left with questions that had no answers and tangled feelings.

BRRRRIIIING.

The bell shocked me out of my head. Students were leaving the classroom, and Ms. Wells was erasing the board, prepping for the next class. I sighed. First day, and I was already missing assignments. Wonderful. I grabbed my bag and left the room.

Noise filled the hallway. Gossip, jokes, mild bullying. It was normal, but I felt so out of place in the middle of it. Chloe, Brooke and Jenna leaned up against some lockers, giggling. Rich and Jake walked by me chatting, hands swinging between them. I noticed Dustin take some kid into an empty classroom, and right across the way, Madeline was admiring herself in a mirror inside her locker. All the while, people moved around me in every direction like a whirlpool, yelling at friends and running to class.

I watched no one but saw everyone. Any one of these people could have a crush on me. Well, maybe not Rich or Jake, but that only eliminated two out of hundreds. And apparently, I liked this person as well, which made zero sense, since I was positive I loved Christine.

I sighed, heading to my locker and opening it. This was going to be one hell of a semester.