Jeremike-You're Different than the others

Chapter 15: Not what You are Going to Expect

Jeremy’s POV (Lots of his POV, I know I know, you’ll get Mikey’s soon)

         If I had the guts to do this, it would take a lot of explaining. I knew that if someone usually wasn’t moving they were either in shock or sick. I’m taking the shock root, so I need to do something more shocking than what sent them into the shock. The first thing that came to my horrible, messed up mind was to kiss Mike. Just the thought of it made me blush like crazy. The face felt like it was on fire as I searched through my mind for another way. I didn’t like Mike like that! I couldn’t kiss him; it would be way too embarrassing. Besides what if he didn’t want to be my friend anymore or he just left. Gosh I was over thinking this!

         I looked over at Mike and decided I was going to do it. Maybe just do it quickly and then run out of the room. Mike was a bit taller than me; I was about 5”3 so I assumed he was 5”8. Even when sitting he was a heck of a lot taller than me. I moved my chair a bit closer to his so we were only inches away from each other. I felt my stomach flip from everything that was happening. Was I really going to do this? I looked up at him and began to move in, closer and closer. My face was practically on fire right now. We were only centimeters apart when. “Ug, huh what happen-“I felt my fist make contact with someone. My eyes were shut tight as I waited for a few seconds before realizing what I had done. I had just falcon punched Mike right in the face.

                Mike’s POV

        I was in some sort of daze for only a few seconds when I realized I was waking up. It felt like I was dreaming. The first thing I felt was the stinging in my eyes from the bright light of wherever I was along with someone’s breath on my face. I muttered a few words before feeling something hit me right in the face. Well more near the right side of my face. I fell back a bit, holding my cheek as I snapped at the fucker who did that. “WHAT THE HELL!” I expected a reply but instead all I heard was small apologies? I opened my eyes more to see a small, familiar guy in front of me with tears in his eyes and blush all over his face. I quickly realized it was Jeremy and felt the guilt sink in from yelling at him. Then I remembered he punched me. I quickly grabbed his shoulders and hugged him. All I could hear was him mumbling things like ‘I’m so sorry!’ and ‘I didn’t mean to!’ Hell, it almost seemed like he was having a panic attack. I could feel his heart pounding easily. It was just a small punch, no big deal really.

         “Shhh, Jeremy it’s OK. You wanna explain it to me instead of crying like a kid?” I kept my grip on the night guard as he looked up at me and nodded. He sniffled a bit form his crying and took a deep breath. His glasses were knocked off the bridge of his nose so he quickly fixed them and stared at me. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks. Those glasses were so adorable on him. He began to explain,

         “OK s-so when I came to work in my g-glasses you like froze so for the e-entire shift you were frozen. I didn’t know how to wake you. So after it I-I was going to try to wake you up with….s-s-something but, then you woke up and s-surprised me so my first i-instinct was to hit you. I d-don’t know w-why, I didn’t think it was y-you and I-I’m just s-so sorry M-Mike!” He began to cry again to which I just hugged him. To be honest, his punch didn’t really hurt. Sure it stung but, Jeremy didn’t hit very hard. We both sat in a chair for what seemed like hours, me holding him and petting his hair. It was silent expect for Jeremy’s small sobs. I don’t know why he was so worried about hurting me. I thought back to what he said, about me blanking out, that I was gone for the whole night, not able to help him. I felt awful for not being there to help him. The guilt stabbed through me worse than Foxy’s hook, poor kid. He wasn’t crying just because he hit me, he was scared. Was he? Was he really that scared I wouldn’t snap out of whatever I was in?

Jeremy’s POV

        When I saw that Mike was OK I couldn’t help but cry. I thought he was going to get killed by me not saving him or he wouldn’t wake up. I was so terrified that I would mess it up. Mike hugged me, trying to calm my rapid breaths. I clung onto him, feeling him pet my hair made me feel so safe. I hiccupped a bit and kept on crying. We were like this for god knows how long, and we didn’t care. I tried to say something between my sobs, key word tried, “M-mike, I-I-I t-thought you w-wouldn’t wake u-u-up! I-I was so scared.” Mike kept on petting my hair as he asked,

        “What was that Jeremy?” I didn’t want to admit I was scared. My face was now red from blushing and from the tears falling down it. I took a deep breath and mumbled. “I was s-so scared.” I kept on crying, but a bit gentler. It had reduced down to just silent crying and some hiccups. I knew Mike was getting irritated when he asked me once again, “Jeremy, I can’t hear you. Speak up.” I hid my face in his chest as I replied, “I-I was so scared!” Mike stopped petting my head. I looked up at him and he had a surprised look on his face.

        “You were?” I quickly answer his question,

        “Of course I-I was! I t-thought you had blacked out o-or something!” Mike looked at me for a bit longer before he smiled. His smile was really pretty, he should smile more. I let go of Mike and looked up at the clock. It was almost 7am! I jumped up from my chair and fixed my glasses as they nearly fell off.

        “M-Mike it’s really late! We should probably go home! D-don’t you have that birthday party to watch over tomorrow?” Mike got up from his own chair and slowly walked out the hall. I followed and was about to ask him again when I remembered that Mike didn’t like that day for some reason. I didn’t want to ruin the good mood that we were both in so I didn’t push him. We walked out the dark hallway and into the main room. It seemed Mike was a bit mad so I decided to cheer him up. Well he was always mad so make him happier.

        “H-hey Mike?” Mike glanced at me as he walked over to the exit of the pizzeria. I took a deep breath and felt my face heat up for like the fifteenth time tonight.

        “Y-you should s-smile more. C-can you do that for m-me?” I saw his eyes widen and he quickly looked away from me. I guess he didn’t want me to see him flustered. We grabbed both of our coats off the racks and Mike opened the glass doors. As we walked outside into the morning air, Mike wanted me to do something,

        “OK, I’ll smile more! I-if…..you were those glasses more.” He mumbled the last part really quickly, but I heard him loud and clear. That made me turn an even brighter red, soon my face would be forever stained crimson. I zipped up my hoodie and Mike was glancing around the parking lot. I decided it would be best to walk home today. I had a feeling that something was going to happen and that Mike shouldn’t be around for it. I tapped him on shoulder and quickly whispered something to him before I dashed off of the property.

“I’ll try.” 

A/N: I'M SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THAT LONG WAIT ON THE UPDATE. I HAD SOME FRIENDS OVER THIS WEEKEND AND I DIDN'T GET TIME TO WRITE AND I'M SO SORRY! If you want please check out my Jeremike One Shots! Not the Wolf Mother one, an actual book of one shots that I'm actually proud of! It's a really cute one!