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Two Idiots Cry Of Tears Of Joy Feat. A Knitted Rat ; More At Seven

  i'm learning how to knit rats and im honestly just projecting that onto jeremy but anyways in this chapter i talk about knitted rats and i had a bit of trouble describing it so here's a picture: https://gyazo.com/33b1843bc248bc804665a04751d0ed85 (just copy and paste it into your google search bar lmao)

  Every other day it seemed like Jeremy's house was dark and empty, with no one in it but him and his cats, Schnappi and Snoop. His dad wasn't there half the days I visited, (which was everyday, mind you) and when he was there, he seemed dejected and neglectful. 

  Today was no different. All the lights were off and all the curtains were pulled close. No door was left open, all of them shut tightly. The only sound that echoed across the house was the sound of the refrigerator doing its thing.

  As I knocked on Jeremy's bedroom door, no one answered. I open the door slowly, looking through the creek and seeing Jeremy sit there, petting his cat sitting in his lap idly. 

  "Hey, dude, everything alright?"

  He takes a few seconds to react and then looks up slowly, his lips slowly curling into a crooked smile, "Michael."

  "Hey Jere," I saluted jokingly, closing the door behind me, sitting on the bed in front of him, "You said you wanted me to come over."

  He was quiet.

  "Y-you said you liked rats?" Jeremy's voice was really shaky.

  I scrunched up my nose, that's kinda off topic, huh? "Yeah, they're my favourite, why?"

  "I, uh... I-I made you one?" He says unsurely, nervousness dripping in his tone. He takes something out of his pocket, "Uhm, Christine and I are learning how to knit animals and stuff, and we were making rats, and I know you love them, so I made one for you, and uh..."

He hands me a little wool sausage with a tail, ears and two beads for eyes and I almost spontaneously combust because holy shit, it's fucking adorable.

"I get it's kinda stupid, I dunno. It just made me..." he hesitates, "Made me think of you, I guess."

"I fucking love him, holy shit, Jere," I stare down at it for a minute, not being able to comprehend that this dumbass literally knitted a fucking rat for me, "Not the usual gift, but I really, really appreciate you thinking about me, thanks, man."

  He beams, "Uh, yeah! Yeah..." he hesitates for a minute, "You're welcome...?" He says unsurely. It sounded like no one ever thanked him for anything, which was absurd. I mean, he's friends with Christine, Chloe and Jenna, they're all pretty grateful people—Okay, maybe not Chloe, but the other two still thank him for stuff, don't they?

  "You want to talk about the whole... cancer thing?"

  He shakes his head hurriedly, "Uhm, I... in a minute?"

  "Okay, cool, how'd you make the rat?"

  "Oh! Uh, you just take some stuffing, and then you knit a little blanket around it and then add a string for the tail. You just kinda thread the beads into the wool and then you've got a little rad rat," he smiles faintly, "What are you naming him?"

  "Jeremy."

  "Yeah?"

  "No, that's what I'm naming him. Jeremy the rat."

  Jeremy tilts his head and then breaks into a small grin. We seem to stop for a moment, and we both sit there, quiet.

  There was a strange tension in the air.