Jeremike-You're Different than the others

Chapter 17: Trust

Mike's POV

A few hours had passed since the party had started. It was actually going pretty damn well, the kids were still annoying brats though. Only a few more hours remained of this boring ass party and then I could go home and mourn in peace. I was planning on visiting a certain place right after this party ended. My ears perked up as I heard some familiar voices other than the ones of the children running around with the birthday girl. Some kids ran past me, making me brush off the familiar voices and return to wrapping up this party. I glanced at my wrist watch to check the time and realized that it was time for the party to finish. I walked through the flurry of children to the mother of the birthday girl. She was chatting with a few more parents like most would at birthday parties.

                I waited for them to finish talking and then I cleared my throat pointing to my watch. The women nodded and clapped her hands together to get the attention of the kids. She began telling them things such as 'thanks for coming' and 'let's wish her one final birthday wish'.  I tuned her out as I strode near the exit and leaned against the wall. Boss is probably expecting me to clean the mess up, if not he will kill me. I have to remember to add 'Kill Fritz' to my bucket list. That's defiantly going to be on there. For the next 10 minutes children left the building along with their parents, biding each other farewell and giving some hugs to the birthday girl. She must really be loved. Glad some kid is enjoying their birthday. Mine is just about mourning. As the last few families left this hell hole, I began to clean up the mess that was left behind. The janitor would probably take care of it, but I wanted to give the guy a bit of a break. I walked around the room, picking up things like party hats, cheep toys and shit the pizzeria gave the kids, and just random junk that was left behind. As I finished I heard footsteps, they didn't seem out of the ordinary so I just left the room, eager to get out of here. I walked out of the room, seeing a few kids playing the arcade when I saw a familiar face in front of me.

                "Jeremy?"

                No POV

Jeremy stood in silence in front of Mike, looking down so Mike wouldn't see the few tears that were left on his face. Mike shoved his hands in his pockets as he asked his friend,

                "Yo Jeremy! What are you doing here right now?" Mike added with a concerned tone. "You should be sleeping, don't want you turning into an insomniac." Mike chuckled, and then saw how Jeremy looked. He seemed to flinch at the tiniest movement, some hesitation in one of his arms. Mike felt his stomach drop as he began to lead Jeremy into the locker room. When Mike tried to touch Jeremy's shoulders he flinched right away, and then looked into Mike's eyes. Finally the night guard spoke up,

                "M-Mike. Could y-you just f-follow me for a s-second? I-I need to a-ask you something." Mike nodded and followed the younger male through the halls and into the room. The instant the door shut Jeremy practically tackled Mike. This caught the blue eyes brunette extremely off guard but returned the hug, asking his friend what was wrong. Jeremy obliviously regretted hugging so hard, his rib cage was still in a world of pain after all, but he held onto Mike tightly trying his best not to start full out sobbing. Mike's past was too much to handle on top of being beaten. Mike pet the night guard's hair, knowing full well the boy was in panic. After a few minutes Jeremy broke the silence, "M-Mike?"

                "Yes Jeremy?"

                "W-Why, why didn't you tell me?" Mike's blood ran cold, hoping he wasn't talking about what he thought he was. Mike played dumb, and Jeremy didn't like that. "Mike, n-not to intrude but y-you could h-have told me!" The night guard held onto Mike tightly, making sure to not injure himself more than he already was.