Mike X Jeremy

Chapter 9

Mike's pov-

Jeremy had tears streaming down his face as he sat in the passenger seat. I drove down the street trying to get to the closest hospital. Jeremy just sat there and held his wrist. I felt my heart beat fast and I felt sick to my stomach. I hope Jeremy's dad dies in Hell where he belongs. I looked at my beeping watch to find that its work time.

" we can miss a day of work today," I whispered to myself.

Jeremy's pov-

My eyes fluttered open and I looked at a white room. I looked at my left arm to see a neon pink cast. (Jeremy is a special patient here ^-^) I smiled a bit and saw cords in my other hand as well as a breathing mask on my mouth and nose. I heard the clanking of nurse shoes coming closer to my room until the door opened.

"Hello Fitzgerald. How is your arm feeling?" She asked smiling.

"Well, a little good but it hurts alot," I took the breathing mask off.

She smiled again walking towards the door.

"Mr Schmidt, you may come in." She smiled and walked out of the room as Mike entered.

He ran up to me and hugged me tightly. We both smiled brightly and I heard the same nurse's voice.

"Aaww" she smiled looking in.

We broke the hug and he kissed my forehead lightly. I smiled and looked into his eyes.

"Like the cast?" He snickered.

I stuck my tongue out playfully and we both laughed.

"The doctor said I'm supposed to have this for a month due to my injuries." I frowned remembering what my dad did yesterday.

"At least you're right handed." Mike laughed. "Im ambidextrous." We smiled.

"I'll see if we can go out for lunch this evening." I smiled brightly and nodded.

He walked out of the room a moment later. I felt the rough pink cast around my left wrist. Moments later he came back smiling.

"She said yes!" He said helping me out of the bed.

I looked down at my light teel gown.

"Where are my clothes?" I said walking to the bathroom.

-at the restaurant-

[Reminder: the time is 1987-1988 or somthin] [FORGET THE BITE OF '87]

Mike and I were dressed up a bit. Not to fancy though. Me and mike walked inside Olive Garden holding hands. He opened the big glass doors and we sat in the waiting room. The couple sitting next to us gave us a weird look. And walked away. I frowned a bit and reasured myself as me and mike walked up to a waiter. He also gave us a weird look and wrinkled his nose.

"Uhm, im sorry gentleman's. No gays allowed." He strictly said.

"What?!" Mike said narrowing his eyes.

Dont hurt me!!

Sry if its short.

Btw, I have no time to edit this and blah blah blah.

Bye!