Jeremy Fitzgerald

Chapter 5 Mike

(Authors note: sorry for short chapters Im working on making them longer, I apologize). I woke up the next morning my eyes still red and puffy from sobbing that night, I sat up some ripped up pages of comic strips sticking to my bare skin. I peeled then off And walked out of my room the door squeaking behind me. I walked to the kitchen counter wiping crumbs off with my bruised hand. I sighed and trudged over to the pantry grabbing a cracked plat out of it. I heard my dad shuffle over to the couch flopping down onto it, I heard the couch squeak and moan like it couldn't take his weight any longer. Today was Saturday so I had all day to tend to my dad.... Tend to his every single little need. I placed the broken plate down and grabbed the waffle press making waffles again. The lovely aroma filled the house, for only a second the mold and cigarette smoke seemed to go away. But then I snapped back to reality, I slowly opened the waffle press and scooped them into the plate leaving a knife and fork for my dad. I handed it to him and backed away, he looked at me and snorted and began to sloppily eat the waffles, crumbs sliding down his shirt and onto the moldy wooden floor. I sighed, I knew I was going to clean that up later. My dad lifted his arm he motioned to the door and spoke chewed waffle and spit sliding down his unshaven beard, "how bout you go 'an mow the lawn." He said, wiping his lower lip with his hairy arm. All I did was nod and opened the door, it squeaked as I stepped outside, a gust of wind blowing my hair back. I stepped down the porch steps and walked over to the shed the grass scratching at my legs, no matter how much I didn't want to admit it....dad was right the lawn did need mowing, badly. I opened the shed and walked in avoiding spiderwebs as best as I could. I used all my little strength to pull the small mower out of the shed. I stepped into the yard turning on the
He mower and trying my best to get all the grass as the mower churned on growling obnoxiously. A loud clang of metal started me a jumped back and saw a rock fly out of the mower, at that exact moment I saw my crush, Mike walking down the street. My heart seemed to stop as the rock hit him straight in the face. The shock nocked him over and he fell onto the hard pavement with a thud. I wasn't even thinking as I ran over to him, " oh my g-g-God are you o-o-okay..." He looked up at me his amazing blue eyes making my heart melt. "Oh it's no problem" he said, his deep voice sent shivers down my spine. "D-do y-y-you need help u-up?" I asked. Yet in my head all I wanted was to just get my hands on him. I shook the thought from my mind my brown hair falling into my face, "Sure" he said...I could just listen to his voice all day. I sat there not exactly knowing what to do, then I slowly extended my hand down to him, he grabbed my wrist. I tried not to flinch at his lovely warm touch, as I tried to pull him up, but of corse I wasn't strong enough and I fell onto the pavement as well. I wash inches from his face, his warm breathe tickled my nose making my whole face turn red. " I am s-so sorry-y" I said quickly springing up and wiping the dust from my clothes. He stood up and shrugged, "Its fine." He said, seeming to while the whole situation just like he rubbed the mud off of his clothes....quickly and effortlessly. "See us around..." He seemed to be thinking "...Jeremy is it?" He asked me, my name rolling off his tongue smoothly. "Y-yeah...." I said blushing once more my hands were now together as I dug my fingernails into my nuckles. His smooth soft voice brought me back to reality "See 'ya." I looked up as his muscular figure wanting to get my hands on him once more...."O-o-oh bye-e" I said waving slowly standing there awkwardly not knowing how to react. The feeling of his breath still seemed to linger on my nose and my wrist smelled like him. I shook my head once more and stood there smiling and watching his slowly walk down the empty broken sidewalk. My blush returned as I found my eyes drift to his butt. I shook my head a third time and sat down, replaying the moment with him again and again in my head.