A Jeremike Romance {completed} (UNDERGOING EDITING)

Chapter 14 +a special insert from my mom

Soooooooo here we are, over 500 veiws and chapter 14. I honestly am shocked. So's my mom, she says she is very shocked and surprised my story has gotten this far.(thx mom) None of it is possible without you guys so thank you all so much!!! I ♥ you all!

Mike's P.O.V. 

We pulled up to the house and Verity walked up to the door with a cland clamped tightly on the rail. Jeremy grinned at me and suddenly gave me the tightest hug i've ever gotten. "Jere- can't-- breathe" I gasped. Verity smiled a bit at us. Then her eyes widened and she started shaking, "Guys enough with the lemons let's go." She motioned to the door. Jeremy let go of my chest and ran to the door. With my keys. "JEREMY YOU THEIF" I ran up to them, as they burst into the house and slammed the door on me, Jeremy looked out the front window as I stared at the locked door in front of me. "LET ME IN JEREMY" I banged on the door. He laughed and left the window. I heard a click and opened the door to see them both gone. I tripped on some clothes in the front hall, 'I need to get this place cleaned up' I got up, and noticed the door to the stairs going up was locked. I grinned and hid beside it, throwing my shoe somewhere else. Jeremy opened up the door, the open part covering me, He steeped out a little and that gave me my chance.

Jeremy's P.O.V.

I stepped out of the stairwell, Verity was on the couch in the living room, I heard a thump over by  the kitchen, now's a good time as ever, I opened the door and walked out, and felt a huge moving mass tackle me. "AHH!" I screamed as my body hit the floor, Mike sat on top of me, looking triumphant. Verity hobbled in from the living room. "Hey uh Jeremy could I borrow-GUYS GET A ROOM!" She yelled walking away. I blushed insanely and tried to get out from under Mike. "Nope." He grinned. "Give me my keys back." I sighed and handed them over. "Now," he said, leaning over me until our faces were about a foot apart, He yelled "I GET TO TAKE SOMETHING OF YOURS" He got up faster than I thought was humanly possible and sprinted upstairs. "NO! M-MIKE!" I yelled, running up to my room, he locked the door, and I heard shuffling. "What is this," I heard a thump. "Mangoes?" My eyes widened. "D-DON'T YOU TOUCH M-MY MANGA MI-MIKE!" I heard a laugh, "Well, this looks interesting, Sailor Moon?" I blushed, "Miiiiiike, p-please s-stop going t-through my s-stuff!" He chuckled, "Jeremy I never knew you liked this sort of stuff." (A/N I actually looked up sailor moon and those skirts are waaaaaaaaay too short for use of anything. My friend got the first season *face palm.*) I actually liked the storyline more though, "M-Mike I don't l-like that sort of s-stuff. I like the s-storyline and t-thats it." I whined through the door. Silence. "M-Mike?" He burst out, "HIYA!" And ran to his room. I screamed and fell back, I ran into my room to find the whole set gone! "NO. NO! NO!" I ran to the door. "M-MIKE GET Y-YOUR BUTT OUT HERE AND G-GIVE ME MY M-MANGA B-BACK!" Verity walked in, her limp wasn't prominent anymore, "Jeremy chill it's not like he's gonna burn them." It calmed me down a bit, what will Mike actually do to some comic books? Of course I still locked him out of his house.. Verity sighed and took a bobby pin out of her pocket, she fiddled with the lock for a few seconds and the door sprung open to Mike playing on his DS. He stared at shock, Verity smirked and walked out. "AGHHHH!!" I tackled Mike and punched him until he threw me off, laughing hysterically. "Jerem--my y-your AHAHA books- AHAHA arent w-ith HA" He began coughing because he was laughing so hard. I glared at him from the floor, crossing my arms. "I just- AHA moved them." "WHAT?" I sprung up and tackled him on his bed, staring into his perfect crystal blue eyes. "WHAT ARE YOU SAYING MIKE?!" He laughed even harder, crying now, "I dont AHAHA h--have them." He stopped laughing and smiled at my shocked face, his cheeks red and splotchy. "They're in your room." I got up off of his bed, running out and almost slamming into Verity, "WATCH IT!" She yelled, walking off to the kitchen. I reached my room and saw the box of books simply moved over to the other side of the room. I face-palmed myself, feeling like an idiot. I sat down, humilitated, and began to cry. Mike walked in, frowning at me. "Jere whats wrong?" I ran out, shoving my way past him into the kitchen, past Verity, into the bathroom and locked the door. "Yo Jeremy, it's okay." Verity walked in, of course she unlocked the door, Mike stood outside, "Jere I didn--" "Mike it's best if you went to start a movie." Verity shoved him out with surprising force. I kept crying, Verity sat on the edge of the tub and said nothing. "Why *hic* d-did you c-come in *hic* h-here?" I asked, crying gave me the hiccups, great. Stuttering and hiccups. Perfect conversational combo. She gave me her trademark crooked smile. "I saw your wrists. Making sure you don't do anything," I looked down, Mike never noticed them, He never noticed anything about me. I noticed all His bad moments, even giving Him hugs when He felt down about Doll. Or if He did, He didn't care. the thought made me cry twice as hard. I felt a pressure around my arms. Verity was hugging me, since when does she have a soft side? "Listen, it was just a joke, you shouldn't take it so hard." She got up, and sat against the door. "Also you should get rid of those razors you use." I was utterly humiliated, she knew my second deepest, darkest secret. "I won't tell Mike, but seriously, He really likes you, so do I. And we would both be devastated if you went too far." I noted how she didn't add, 'and died.' I smiled, not meaning it. "Sure. I will." She glared at me, "Do it, Now. Flush them." My first insinct was to say no, but I know Verity doesn't say things she doesn't mean. I grabbed some from the basket I hid in the back of the cupboard, and threw them in the toilet. She walked over, grabbing the rest, and flushing them all. "NO!" I tried to grab some, changing my mind. I didn't know why I wanted to keep them so badly. Verity dragged me out, "Hey, it's for the best." I felt like we had taken a step forward.

Verity's P.O.V.

He really wanted to hang on to those razors.. why did he have so many? Was he stocking up for a war or something?It didn't matter, now they were gone, I felt triumphant that I helped another suicidal person, now if only I could help myself. I shook off the thought, and we went to sit down, Mike had put on a movie. With some food, he hugged Jeremy. "Im sorry Jerebear." He whispered. Jerebear? "Its okay Mikey." Aww, nicknames. Wait, "JEREMIKE! THE SHIP HAS SAILED!" I screamed and ran to the couch, laughing my head off at their reactions. They ran right after me and tackled me, I got them off by tickling them, which started a giant tickle fight, We ended up starting the movie with Jeremy and Mike cuddled up, with me on the other side of the couch, gloating at my victory with my eyes. Tonight would be okay. Until the voices that never stopped started coming back, I excused myself and curled up on Jeremy's bed, silently screaming at them to shut UP. I took some of my bandages off and scratched my wrists deeply, distracting myself. I re-wrapped the bandaids and went back to the movie.

There you go guys! I still have ideas for what to do next, don't think i'm leaving anytime soon. BUT URG ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO WORK WITH THESE FONTS AGHHHH!!! Anyways thanks again for 500 views, I ♥ you all!