A Jeremike Romance {completed} (UNDERGOING EDITING)

Chapter 21 :D

Whats 9+10? THIS CHAPTER OF COURSE!

Verity's P.O.V.

I woke up around noon, still on the couch. Good thing I didn't fall off in my sleep or something. Again. A throbbing pain in my forehead, more along my hairline, announced itself, "Agh, dangit..." I groaned, rubbing my temple as I sat up, I tried to stretch but my blood-caked shirt got in the way. I looked around to see Mike and Jeremy quietly sitting in the kitchen, watching me. "Guys.." I slowly started, staring at them, "How long have you been doing that?" They both kept their silence, just staring. Goodness that was creepy. "Ooook then... I'm off to go wash my shirt.. can I borrow a t-shirt while this one washes?" I started to walk by them, then Mike grabbed my arm with incredible force, "Remember the day of '87." His low voice seemed to grow louder with each word, "Mike? Jeremy? What are you-" "Remember the man in the suit." Jeremy cut in, stepping closer, "remember.." They both whispered as the world faded away.... 

"AHH!" The scream came without permission as I fell off the couch, oh man that was the most realistic dream i've ever had, creepiest one as well. Luckily my instincts told my arms to catch me as my thoughts took me elsewhere. "Oh crap.." I muttered, slowly getting up, my shoulders were still pretty tender, so they were starting to throb a little, "WHAT?! WHAT IS IT? WHO'S HURT?" Mike ran in with a baseball bat in hand, screaming random non-sense, interrupting my train of thoughts. "Mike chill I just fell off the couch." I groaned at the loud noise and rubbed my head, it was pounding like no other, maybe I had a concussion. Fricken raisin. Throwing me around like a rag doll. "Are you hurt?" He asked, placing the bat on the table carefully and running over, Jeremy was no-where to be seen. "Yes but not from the 2 foot fall." I muttered, walking to the kitchen to try and find food or something. "Uh, speaking of injuries, do you wanna wash the blood out of your shirt? You can borrow one of mine while its getting washed." Mike cautiously offered, sounding a lot like me from the dream, I disregarded it, it was just a dream, right? The day of '87.. that was when my siblings were killed and the kid got bit right? I'm not too sure, I'll have to do some research later. "Yea, sure. Thanks." I walked to his room to find something, and in his closet there was a big blue sweater, I grabbed it and went to the laundry room, throwing the shirt in along with my beanie, wearing my hair down, I wore the sweater and my regular track-pants into the kitchen, to find Jeremy and Mike making coffee, "Yo guys, whats the plan for today?" Jeremy turned and ran out, stuttering something about needing to grab... something. Its almost impossible to determine what that child says with the amount of stuttering that goes on. "What's with him?" I asked tentatively. "He wants to go to.. ugh..." Mike shuddered. "Shopping." I laughed, he actually shuddered! "I'd be down for that, but I have no money." I sat down at the table. "Oh it would be fine, we can give you money, does $50 sound okay?" He asked, I was shocked, $50?! I've never had so much in my life! "Uhh, Mike you don't have to, really, I.." "You work with us for no paycheck at all, you are our friend and you've probably never have bought something for yourself before, right?" I frowned, "Yes, but-" "I think $50 would be perfectly fine, considering all the things you need." What does that mean? I don't need anything.. "Come on, you are wearing my sweater for Pete's sake, you need new clothes, a bunch at that." He's right I guess, "Fine let's go shopping."

Yay! Shopping! Not my area of expertise at all. Dangit. Oh well, IM OFF TO DO CHORES BYE!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!