The JereMike Collection

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Note: This is an AU chapter(s), more specifically a college one.

Mike is star athlete of a boxing club, Jeremy is a photographer, Fritz is the writer for the campus newspaper. Enjoy!

Jeremy fiddled with the camera in his hands. It was an old fashioned Polaroid; a gift from his mother for starting college next year. It was worn, a bit rusty, and didn't really flash well in dimly lit areas, but it still held a value of importance to the teen. It wasn't much of a surprise to anyone when he started lugging it wherever he went, either strapped around his neck or swung over his shoulder in it's respective bag.

It also wasn't much of a surprise when he joined the photographer's club the second week of school.

One of his classmates caught him snapping a picture of a butterfly one afternoon after class, just outside the cafeteria. She skipped up to him, blond hair bouncing as she greeted him with a gleeful smile. "You should totally join the photographer's club!" She piped, a chirp in her tone. "I hear it's a lot of fun!"

Naturally, Jeremy timidly refused the suggestion. He wasn't one for social gatherings, and he'd be embarrassed to show any of his photographs to anyone anyway. Don't clubs like those have show and tells or something like that? Geeze, did that mean he'd have to stand up and explain the 'meaning' for his picture? Honestly, that sounded terrifying. Not just because he'd have to speak in front of an audience, but saying you took a picture of a butterfly because it 'flew into your face' wasn't exactly A+ material.

The girl ended up dragging him by his sleeve to the office, standing over his shoulder as she walked him through the enrollment. Chirp doesn't take no for an answer, it seemed. With a defeated sigh, Jeremy turned in the papers and watched as she gave a giggle, feeling quite proud of herself.

They've never even spoke before now. Funny, how a single picture could change something between two people.

But it's not until the third week does Jeremy admit to himself that the meetings were actually interesting.

There wasn't many other students in there, though the one's that actually were didn't really pass as creative in Jeremy's book. There was this kid named Bonnie, nice and friendly, but he spent most of his time sleeping in the back of the room when the teacher talked. They've exchanged words every now and then, so he was alright with Jeremy, if not a bit brotherly.

They'd sit next to each other every meeting, Bonnie quietly snoring while Jeremy listened intently to the lecturer's words. Once, simply out of boredom, Jeremy reached over and styled the sleeping student's hair into a fashion that strongly resembled bunny ears. When Bonnie shook awake, he quietly noted his new hair-do as he asked Jeremy whatever the hell he missed while he was out.

The best part was that he came to school the next day with his hair in the same fashion. Turns out he liked it, and the both of them shared a snort over the ridiculousness. The photographer's club gave Jeremy a friend, it seemed.

But enough of that, let's skip back to the present. Back to now, when the bell is ringing and Jeremy's stuffing his camera into his back, smiling at the meeting's end. Bonnie's already halfway out the door, probably off to see his girlfriend, giving a dull wave to the brunette as he left.

"Mr. Fitzgerald?"

Green eyes look up from his desk. "Y-yes sir?"

"Come here for a moment"

Jeremy swallowed, an uneasy feeling rising in him. Had he done something wrong? No, he doesn't think so. If Mr. Cawthon was truly upset with him, he wouldn't be addressing him with as much kindness in his tone as he was now.