♡ JereMike - My Reason | Mike x Jeremy One Shot

My Reason

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Mike's POV

Sometimes I wonder why my eyes open each morning. I sleep, but what wakes me up? What motivates me to get up, and live out yet another day that's full of disappointment and frustration? Why do I bother to go through the motions, why do I make time to get ready, or even go outside...if everyday is going to be just the same as the last. I ask myself these questions often...but I always get the same answer.

Maybe I'm just waiting for it to all fade away.
Or maybe I'm waiting for someone to change my routine. But you can't expect others to give you what you want.

A day when my eyes don't open.

But here I am, another day. Another shift. Another paycheck. Another cup of coffee. Another drive home from the pizzeria. I'll go to sleep, just to wake up and do it all over again. But maybe I won't. Who knows.

I stop at the bathrooms before leaving work, taking a moment to wash my face in attempt to wake myself up in response to the early morning hours. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. 

Dark eyes, pale skin, sunken features...

I look like death.

I run a hand over my face, chilling it with the cool tap water from the sink. It doesn't help, but at least I'm somewhat awake. I head back towards the dining area, hopefully to get the fuck out of here and be on my way. I don't want to be around these animatronics more than I have to...they've had their fun with me, but now they'll sit and play nice for everyone else..

I was about to make it to the door, when a familiar voice stopped me from proceeding.

"U-Uhm, good morning M-Mike.."

Jeremy.

It's not a good morning...this stall in my routine causes me a bit of frustration...but I turn to him anyway.

"Aren't you a ray of fucking sunshine?" I snap. But ironically speaking..he kind of is.

He flinched, but then adjusted his expression. It softened...the freckles on his cheeks sprinkled like brown sugar..the sweet smile on his face. Sympathetic is a better word than sweet.

"Jeez Mike...y-you look awful, is there anything I can get you?"

"No, I don't need-"

"H-How about a cup of coffee?" He said cheerfully, holding a finger in the air as if he'd come up with such a genius idea.

"Jeremy I'm fine, I don't need cof-"

"N-Nonsense! I'll make you some coffee!" The slight squeak in his voice followed his sentence as he turned and walked quickly towards the break room.

The flannel around his waist shifted in the air as he walked. The ends of his hair bounced..

The room seemed dimmer without him in it. I could just leave...but no one has ever made me coffee before. I waited.

Glimpsing around at the empty party tables and dusty old red curtain that enclosed the stage..Freddy's could definitely use some brightening up...it's very dull and dark in here..

"Here y-you go..!" Jeremy returned with a hot streaming cup of coffee.

I took it, feeling the warmth of the styrofoam cup in my palms. It was probably going to taste like ass...but Jeremy made it..so I'll drink it. I watched the steam rise from the black surface in an elegant dance...I blew on it, and watched it disappear. I took a sip. The hot liquid warmed my core...and I could feel it slide all the way down...until it hit rock bottom.

"You get some rest Mike...you sure l-look like you need it.." Jeremy said, nervously playing with the hem of his flannel sleeve.

"You're saying I look like shit?" I griped.

"N-Nono..! I mean..I just...y-you look really tired..a-and I know the night shift isn't easy, a-and I'm sure you've b-been up for a while a-"

"Whoa whoa..Jeremy.." I held up a hand, placing it on his shoulder to stop him from stammering. "I was just joking."

I could feel him tense beneath my grip.

"R-Right..sorry.." he said, adjusting the headphones around his neck, looking away.

He didn't want me to see the blush on his cheeks. But I could tell it was there..

"I'll see you later.." I let go and turned towards the door, coffee in hand, only to bump into Scott..who was just making it into work.

Piping hot coffee was sent splurging up from my grip...and then down all over me. Soaking my uniform in dirty bean water.

"Fuck sake-!" I hissed. This shit is hot, and it fucking burns.

Scott stumbled backwards and adjusted his glasses. At least he was smart enough to have put a lid on his cup.

"Ohh..sorry Mike..!" Scott yawned. "I'll get you a towel-"

"I got it!" Jeremy was already there, towel in hand, wiping up the puddle from the old black and white tiled floor that was probably permanently stained brown anyway.

He stood up, and gestured toward the bathroom. 
"I-I'll help you get cleaned up..a-and make sure you didn't burn yourself too b-bad.."

I just nodded and followed him, it had already cooled at this point...but now I was soaked. I just wanted to go home..this morning was just turning into one disappointment after another.

I leaned back against the edge of the sink as Jeremy helped towel me off the best he could...wiping the remnants of coffee from my arms and where it had dripped on my shoes.

"U-Uhm..your shirt...uhm..d-do you-"

I rolled my eyes. I undid my tie and started to unbutton the shirt..it was wet and reeked of coffee...it needed to come off anyway. I was wearing an undershirt underneath..I'd just have to live with that until I got home to change. Sliding the shirt off my shoulders, I could sense the anxious vibe wafting off Jeremy...his face completely flushed even though he was trying his best not to look. With the shirt off, I turned to the mirror, identifying some pink splotches on my skin where the hot coffee had definitely burned me a little.

"D-Dose it hurt?" Jeremy asked, still attempting to keep his eyes off my exposed shoulders and arms..

"No." I said, trying not to smile at his obvious failure to hide his admiration.

"I have some ointment..! H-Here let me uhm..-" he squeezed some out onto his finger...and then slowly approached me. I could feel the heat in his cheeks..the scent of whatever cologne he was wearing was light and refreshing..his touch was soft and delicate as he gently applied some of the cream to the burns.

Maybe that was it. Maybe if I had someone like Jeremy to look forward too...someone I'd be happy to wake up next to everyday..

Maybe then I'd know why my eyes opened.

He finished and tucked the ointment back into his pocket. He looked down at the floor...as if he wanted to say something..but couldn't.

"Thanks Jeremy.." I mumbled, grabbing my shirt and starting towards the door. I'd make it home one way or another...but something about today may have changed my mind...

I stopped just before passing him.

"One more thing-"

"Hm?" He finally looked up at me.

"Never stop being the reason I wake up everyday." I cupped his chin in my hand and kissed him softly.

He didn't hide his blush after that.

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