Jeremike One-Shots

Cherry Bomb

Of course if Mike did not show up to work then Jeremy would get worried, sure Mike did not attend to night shift but that was of no bother to Jeremy but what was a bother was the fact that Mike had not turned up for his normal day shift like he usually would. Mr.Bruce aka the boss had asked Jeremy to check up on the older man on his way home just to make sure he was still alive, he had said it so casually it almost frightened Jeremy but then again a lot of things frightened him.

He had no choice but to politely agree to go see if his co-worker was okay (he refused to think he was dead) and once his long, tiring shift had ended he found himself walking the opposite direction of his home but rather to the apartment complex Mike and his dog Buster lived in. Now the thing about Buster is that he did not like people coming into the apartment without getting a good licking to the face from him. That so happened to be something Jeremy hated about the dog so when he had gotten away from the lazy morning air and into the stuffy apartment he groaned.

Jeremy knew that the door was unlocked because Mike never bothered to lock it unless Jeremy was around and that was only because he begged him to do so, he slowly grasped the freezing cold door knob and turned it around hearing the click of the handle and then the sound of Buster running over to the door even before it was open "Dammit" The brunette whispered to himself and then cracked the door open a slither so he could slid in without the dog getting out.

Once inside he shut the door right before Buster tackled him to the floor, Buster was and American Bulldog and as Mike liked to say when Jeremy complained 'He is only a baby', Yeah one big baby is what Jeremy found himself thinking a lot when he was in this apartment. Buster started to lick Jeremy's face and was not showing signs of stopping anytime soon

"B-buster" The teen squealed shoving the dog off him and scrambling to his feet before the beloved pet could start his licking war once more, being some what satisfied the dog hoped up onto the vacent couch and lay down on it panting, "Water boy?" Jeremy asked while picking up the metal water bowl and filling it up at the kitchen sink. The kitchen was a bomb site and Jeremy wrinkled his nose at the stench coming from the fridge "Probably off cheese" He reassured himself as he brought the bowl back into the living room and sat it down for when the dog wanted a drink.

He sighed and scanned the living room for any signs of his co-worker but of course he would have seen him when he had come in, the 18 year old peaked out the window catching a glimpse of Mike's clean red truck gleaming in the rising sun, really the truck was the only thing he kept clean, that and his dog. Jeremy kicked through some cans of soda and beer from who knows when and checked the bathroom, nope no sign of Mike then he tried Mike's room and once again no sign of him this started to worry Jeremy to the point of him believing Mike was dead, he knew it was silly to jump to the conclusion but all humans do it, jump to stupid conclusions when the real answer is pretty obvious. In this situation however the answer was not as obvious as it should have been because the teen never had to actually look for a grown man before especially if there was a strong chance said man was drunk and unconscious.

The night watch sighed and pulled out his mobile phone, Mike had given him his number a few weeks prior in case he needed a ride to work or if he needed help with anything and vise versa, he dialed and pressed call holding the phone up to his ear, it rung and then in the distance he could hear something 'Cant stay at home Cant stay at school' Jeremy raised a brow and followed the noise down the hall 'Old folks say you poor little fool', the teenager cracked a smile and he found himself facing the cupboard in Mike's small bedroom

'Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-CHERRY BOMB!'. Jeremy pulled open the door to find Mike passed out with his phone in hand and an empty beer can in the other, The security guards face was a bright pink and drool was running down his chin from his mouth, his beanie though was fixed tightly to his head and all of this made Jeremy start to giggle.

Mike woke up finding himself in his bed all tucked in and comfortable, sure his pounding headache was enough to kill a small hamster but he ignored it as he looked around his now clean bed room confused as to where his beer cans went and why all of his stuff had been neatly placed in specific areas that showed them off. He pulled the covers off of himself thinking that It cannot have been a burglar because what burglar cleans someones apartment?!

The 20 year old poked his head out of the doorway and saw a spotless hallway that lead to an equally clean living room where Buster lay sleeping on the floor instead of on the couch where he usually wold be "Buster?" He walked slowly over to the dog who lifted his head in greeting then as if pointing him in the direction he looked over to a note on the couch, Mike followed his gaze. He lifted to note up and his face went completely red at what was written on it,

Cherry Bomb? :))
~Jeremy