The JereMike Collection

Just A Day

Mike Schmidt was proving to be the worst roommate Jeremy could imagine.

Though, you can't say the nightwatch isn't at fault either.

The first week was hectic; arguments over who was sleeping where, rearranging furniture, laundry and trash belonging to Mike that Jeremy would eventually have to clean up. Even something as insignificant as 'who drank the last of the lemonade' could start a bickering fest.

Jeremy would usually win, but truly Mike would let him. His pride didn't appreciate it, but sting in his ego couldn't compare to the sickening feeling he felt in the pit of his chest when the nightwatch stood in the doorway one rainy evening, screaming one last comeback before marching off into the night.

As you'd expect, Mike went after him.

About an hour and a few well rehearsed apologies later, they're both back inside the apartment, Jeremy giggling as he throws blankets over a grumpy, wet security guard. Maybe bolting off without an umbrella wasn't the best of plans.

Most of their arguments ended along those lines. Jeremy would steal Mike's beanie, or maybe Mike would ruffle Jeremy's hair just for the sake of getting the final word in. Not to mention it wasn't so bad getting to see the nightwatch get a little riled up.

The landlord knocked on their front door a few times, yelling something about disturbing the neighbors and threats of eviction. Surprising enough, Mike brushed him off. Jeremy wondered as to how he could treat the landlord so harmlessly and as to why no one's actually called the cops on them yet.

Then he remembers that strange day with him escorting the drunken security guard from the city jail home and sighs. Mike wasn't much of a talker, mostly, but people around got an impression, that's for sure.

One impression Jeremy seemed to get from Mike is that the man didn't much care for manners.

The amount of awkward moments they've had in the timespan of a single week is enough to both make Jeremy inwardly cringe and giggle. Sure, they both knew better to shut the bathroom door and lock it, an unspoken respect for each other's privacy. Yet, if the bathroom isn't in exclusive use, Mike is a bit pushy.

Jeremy thinks back to one morning, standing in front of the mirror with a toothbrush in his mouth. His hair is ruffled from his awaking and the comb on the counter holds no promise to save it. It keeps falling over his eyes, and it takes him holding the toothbrush between his teeth to brush it out of his face, only to fall back again.

He's halfway through a sigh of frustration when a reflection in the mirror appears behind him. "You're feisty this morning, aren't you?"

Jeremy rolls his eyes. "Goo' mornin' to you too..." He mumbled. Mike frowned, glaring down to the nightwatch's mouth and the paste to the sides of it. "Don't speak with your mouth full"

If he could stick out his tongue, he would have, but Jeremy had to settle for a half hearted glare instead. Shrugging, he returns to his brushing, tilting his head back in the mirror and baring his teeth.

He chokes when something presses his side, forcing him to side step from his spot. "Move over"

Mike picks up a blue toothbrush, spurted paste on it and stuck it in his mouth, ignoring the displeased glare his rookie was giving him. "That was rude, Mike!" The teen pouted, his disapproval deepening when the guard simply shrugged.

Jeremy tried to shuffle his way back into the spot, but alas, he only managed to wiggle into Mike's side. The bathroom was much too small of a space for two people to stand in front of the mirror comfortably.

And Mike, being the usual dickwad he was, had no intention on sharing. "I was in front of the m-mirror first!" Jeremy protested, giving a pout. "Stop being mean."