Lovin' You is Easy [Jeremike]

A dollar to the jar [[prt. I]]

Last Monday,during Jeremy and Mike's break time, the brunette had noticed Mike's potty mouth. His constant cusses here and there were becoming a small concern for Jeremy. He had tried to,somewhat, train him and his,he would say abnormally usual cuss session. But it was mike schmidt we're talking about here. A man like him wouldnt give up something like that so easily. But then, An innocent idea had popped into his mind that faith full break time. Jeremy glanced at his partner,who was currently muffling cusses on his DS,sitting in a fair distance away from the security guard, he scooted closer. Which the other had obviosly noticed him do.

"What?"

He asked,eyes tearing away from the small screen,his voice sounding more harsher than he intended it to be.

The night guard fiddled with his thumbs,his eyes had averted else where,suddenly cowering at his idea.

"U-uhm...I was t-thinking" He started.

"Yeah"

"I n-noticed that you h-have been c-cussing a l-lot..."

"Obviously I'm a fucking expert at that" He joked,rolling his eyes at his co-worker.

"...a-and its been b-bothering me l-lately." The boy's voice wasn't even audible since he said it in such a hush and quite whisper.

"What?"

Jeremy gives a cough before responding,his voice coming out as a squeak.

"Y-your cussing t-too m-much and its b-bothering me!"

The night watchman quickly squeezed his eyes shut and raised his arms up to his face as a feeble way of defending himself. Expecting a rude retort or gesture from his partner,but none came. Which made him peep threw his arms,curios why he had not yelled at him yet.

"What do you have in mind?"

Is what the security guard responded with,thinking that he'll get another one of those disappointed and sad looks Jeremy would make if he declined.  Seeing his coworker's eyes lit up,he couldn't help but feel as if he had done something right.

"Really!" He beamed,his warm smile spreading across his face.

"No shit"

He gave him a short disapproving look before nearly bouncing off of his chair and heading to god knows where. His friend chasing after him, worried that he might get into some sort of threat.

Mike found himself in the employee's locker room, not really a safe place to go to in the middle of the shift. Since it was located right beside the stage where the animatronics perform. He glanced at Jeremy,currently fubbling over his locker.

"What the fuck are we doing here?" He asked,was this part of jeremy's solution for him to stop his cussing. Suddenly the night guard pulled out a jar from his locker.

Mike eyed the object,several thoughts had crossed his mind,but Jeremy had cut-off his train of thoughts from doing so.

"Mike,t-this is a swear j-jar." The brunette explained,holding the fragile object in his hands.

"Ok, first off,what the fuck is a swear jar?" He asked,crossing his bandaged arms as he rose a brow at Jeremy. "Second,why the hell do you have a fucking jar in your locker?" He added.

Glancing down at the jar at his hands and back at mike he scratched the back of his neck.

"Well,i-i use this to save up loose change-"

"For what?"

"College.."

Oh. Schmidt mentally slapped himself,remembering that Jeremy is going to college in a few months.

"...and a-a swear jar i-is a special jar that collects money,meaning,w-whenever you cuss y-you'all have to p-pay a dollar to the jar" he explained,his facial features giving a serious look before returning to a smile.

"That's bullshit"

Mike had immediately commented. Not liking the idea that he had to pay because of him cussing. Cussing to him was like,life support! He can't live a day without saying: fuck,shit,bitch,asshole...etc. He wouldn't survive! But Jeremy had snapped him out of his thoughts.

"N-no,that's one dollar."

"Fuck"

"Make t-that two dollars."

"That's not fucking fair! You didn't even give me a fucking warning!"

"The p-payments start when I say swear j-jar."

"That's not fucking fa-!"

"Mike h-hush, just pay the jar five d-dollars already."

The security guard gave him a 'are you fucking serious' look before reaching inside his pocket for his wallet and pulling out a five dollar bill and giving it to the brunette. Who immediately inserted it to the empty jar.

"W-wow,five dollars i-in one day" Jeremy commented,a playful grin plastered on his face.

"Shut up."

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That's part one of 'a dollar to the jar!' A bit sloppy! I'll upload part two tomorrow or some other day I dunno, meEH