<MIKE'S P.O.V>
Jeremy and I just sat there, motionless.
I was afraid to even move a muscle from the stories I heard about this asshole.
"Jeremy, what the hell did... you do... this time?!" Mr. Fitzgerald yelled, his words slurred.
I looked back over to Jeremy.
His eyes where wide, he was trembling and sweating...
He looked scared and perplexed somehow.
"H-How d-did y-you g-get h-here?" Jeremy asked, his voice muffled and shaky.
His father got closer.
"They found out that... I was... you're father. They... called me here...
And you're... coming home... with me.
Not... with THAT guy..." Mr. Fitzgerald said.
<JEREMY'S P.O.V>
No...
This can't be happening...
WHY THE HELL DID THEY CALL MY FATHER?!
"N-No. I'm going h-home with M-Mike."
Woah.
Did I just stand up to my Dad?
He just glared at me.
"When you... get home... I'm gonna kill you, you shit..."
I just glared back at him.
"We'll see about that." I said, pissed off.
Wow.
I didn't even stutter!
Mike smiled and looked over to me, then back to my dad.
"Listen, you abusing shit brick. You're not taking Jeremy. He's mine." he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
I smiled.
I guess Mike wasn't so bad after all...~
<A FEW DAYS LATER>
Jeremy sat in his hospital bed, all ready to go home.
Suddenly, he heard a soft knock and saw Mike walk in.
"Hey." Mike said.
"H-Hi." Jeremy replied.
"I checked you out. (OF THE HOSPITAL, YOU DIRTY MINDED SHITS XD) Ready to go?" Mike asked.
"Y-Yeah." Jeremy said, standing up and approaching Mike.
Jeremy picked up his small bag and hoisted it over his shoulder.
"When we get home, we need to talk, okay?" Mike said. Jeremy stared at the floor and nodded.
But he suddenly looked up.
Mike turned to look at Jeremy being pulled away by his father.
"I wasn't... lying..."
