jeremicheal oneshots

addiction.

tw smoking!!

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There was Jeremy outside the pizzeria lighting a cigarette. "Jeremy?" Fritz said as he poked his head outside the door. This made Jeremy jump, burning himself with his lighter. "Shit!" he whispered, hiding his hands behind his back, and dropping the cigarette.

"Jere? What are you doing out here- it's freezing?" Fritz said, walking up to him. "Oh- it's not cold to me- I guess I just needed a break--" Jeremy said lying about the cold part. "Did I do something to upset you?.." Fritz asked as he leaned against the wall Jeremy was on.

"What? Of course not, I just needed to take a break my head hurts I guess," Jeremy said lying. fritz looked down to see the lighter and cigarette Jeremy had dropped. "Were you smoking?" fritz asked with a confused look on his face. "Oh uhm- i-" Jeremy said.

"Jeremy- I told you to stop- it's bad for your lungs" "Honey, can't you trust me? When I want to stop, I can!" Jeremy said. "Jere- I get that but still." Jeremy took his hands out from his back putting his pack of cigarettes in his pocket and picking up his lighter from the ground. "Come on it's cold out here," Jeremy said walking into the pizzeria. Fritz wadded behind him.

Jeremy sat on the prize counter's island. He felt like shit, not over Fritz, he needed to smoke, it was his stress reliever. "Dude are you okay?" fritz asked in a soft voice. Jeremy was zoned out looking at the floor. Fritz went up to him confused.

"Jeremy?" "huh yeah, what?" "Do you need to take a break? You seem really out of it" Fritz asked. "Well, i-i, I need to smoke, my body needs it badly," Jeremy said ranting. "Jeremy, It's bad for your lungs, I don't want you to die, I need you," "It's only twice a week so there's not much of a chance," Jeremy said.

"Jere, It'll make you sick," Fritz said running his fingers through Jeremy's hair. "Mm," Jeremy mumbled. "Please, I need to," Jeremy whispered. "you have to promise me one thing," Fritz said. "What?" "You have to promise me you won't smoke," fritz whispered. "I-i fine," Jeremy said. Fritz took Jeremy's face kissing it. Jeremy grabbed fritz's chin kissing him back. "I love you, Jeremy." "I love you to fritz."

Jeremy walked out of the pizzeria putting on his hoodie. He took out his pack of cigarettes and lighter. He lited the cigarettes sighing.

Poor little Jeremy used to always quit, But he never really quit, He'd just say he did.