A Bunch of JereMike

Found Out

It was hard for Michael to act normal around his father with Jeremy in the house. 

It was also hard to keep his father out of the room they all shared.

"Michael, I have to get my stuff! Move your arse!" 

Michael offered to get his stuff out for him, and thankfully, William being the lazy twat he is, shrugged and went off to yell at the neighbors. Michael slipped into the bedroom and went to his dresser to find his father's comb. He nearly tripped over Jeremy, who was fast asleep on the floor.

"Why-" Michael looked at the bunk bed him and his father shared. It was a cluttered mess, with alcohol bottles and random tissues. He swiped all that stuff off of his side of the bed and went back to Jeremy. He picked him up and carried him towards the bed. To Mike's luck, Jeremy seemed to be a heavy sleeper.

He sat him down on the bed and tucked him in. Then stared at him. He seemed so peaceful when he slept. A slight blush covered Michael's face as he sat down on the foot of the bed and watched his crush slumber.

~Time Skip~

William was getting impatient. His son was taking forever just to bring out one little comb. He knew he should have gotten it himself.

He stomped up to the door, banging on it.

No response.

This angered Will, and he kicked down the door with his high heeled purple shoes. 

"Michael, what the-!"

William stopped. Michael looked up, giving the perfect example of a deer caught in headlight expression. Jeremy jumped awake, nearly rolling off the bed. Michael grabbed his hand before he could fall. They both squealed, but didn't let go.

Meanwhile, William just stood there in disgust. 

"Michael, I thought I told you millions of times that I don't want that french fry haired rat prat on my property!

Jeremy clung to Michael's hand, analyzing the person in front of him.

He looks kinda like..

Meanwhile, Mike and Will stared daggers into each other's eyes. Jeremy cleared his throat, trying to ease up the tension.

"He was just helping me with my broken ankle... Nothing else, Mr. Smith.."

"Smith?!"

"You are Fritz's father, right?.."

"Whose Fritz?! You got the wrong house!"

Michael's faced turned red as Jeremy turned to question him.

"YOUR Michael?!"

Mike blushed, nodding, gripping Jeremy' hand tighter. Will interrupted them.

"That's enough. Mike, get this bafoon out!"

Michael made no such movement. William's face turned 50 shades of red, then purple. Jeremy started laughing, but what happened next made him choke on his own laughter.

The fist came before Mike knew it, and struck him across the face. Michael held his face, shocked. Jeremy jumped up, pushing William away and grabbing Mike by the arm. "Don't EVER lay hands on him again!" 

They pushed past William, who rolled his eyes. Before heading down the stairs, he eyed Will again. 

"I'm having his Uncle Henry come by and bring his stuff over to my place. He shouldn't have to put up with this abuse!"

And with that, the front door slammed shut, leaving William alone.