Jeremike- Stay with me

Char. Backround (special chapter ^3^)

Btw the last chapter was supposed to be WAYYYYYY longer than that....... I'm really sorry. Here's my 'apology note' to y'all ^7^

Character 1: Jeremy Fitzgerald.
Sex (gender): male, gay
Age: 20
Eye color: green
Hair color: chocolate brown
Fav food: limons
Personality: shy, young boy. Was abused by his father for 7 years, but doesn't suffer from him anymore. Has depression, but it has been worn away ever since mike had met him. His mother was hit by a car when driving to his birthday party.
And she died about 10 minutes after the crash. Police never found out who was driving the car. People say she died when the car turned PURPOSELY and crashed into her on the sidewalk.
But what do they know?
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Small skit thingy:

Little 12 year old Jeremy Fitzgerald sat on his front porch steps waiting for his mom to arrive, he hoped she had not forgotten his special day today. He puffed out a big breath as he recalled what happened the night before.

~flashback~
~Jeremy's POV~

"Goodnight sweetie" my mom said planting a kiss on my forehead. She looked at me and pulled my chin up to look at her tenderly. "Honey, I know you will do great things when you grow up.... You'll get a house, a job, and maybe a certain someone.. If ya know what I mean.." He lightly elbowed me in the shoulder winking. She knew exactly how to push my buttons. I puffed out my cheeks and looked at her."MOOOMM....."

He chuckled and continued. "Okay, okay..... But I mean it Jeremy. You have great potential. I just have a feeling, you will do amazing things.." I managed a smile as she got up and opened the door ready to leave, when I remembered something.

"Mom, you forgot to wind the music box."

She rolled her eyes. "Alright."
Grabbing the box, decorated with blue and purple and located on the top of my shelf,
She wound it up by turning the small knob on the side of the box, as she began to sing.

"Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick tock tick,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick Tock tick,
Then it stopped, short,
Never to go again,
When the old,
Man,
Died."

I felt my eyelids go heavy as I cuddled deeper into the sheets, and I heard her footsteps grow lighter and softer, signalling that she had left.

I was at peace.

But little had I known, that it would last no longer.

~flashback over~

I started to grow worried as my dad sat next to me. "Nice day, ain't it, sport?" He ruffled my hair making me giggle. "Yeah... Do you know where mom is?"
"She said she was out shopping, I don't exactly know what she was shopping for.." He wrapped a arm around my opposite shoulder.

(A/N: is this how dads usually act? Idek.)

"But for now, why don't we just make some lunch? I'm starved!" Dad said licking his lips. Me and my mother have had the habit of rolling our eyes, old habits die hard, aye?
As you would've guessed, I rolled my eyes and walked inside about to make a sandwich, when the phone started ringing in my pocket. I answered it and put it up to my ear. "Uh... Hello?"

"Mister Fitzgerald, we need you, it's an emergency... I'm afraid your mother has been........hit by a passing vehicle."

I let the phone shatter onto the floor, as tears strayed from my eyes. "DAD! I NEED YOU! WE NEED TO DRIVE TO THE HOSPITAL. MOM GOT HIT BY A CAR."
My dad looked strangely at me with hurt, and confusion in his eyes, as he ran towards the truck.

~time skip for when they're in the hospital~

My shoes patted against the floor, as I made my way towards my mom's room number. 308, I kept thinking to myself. 308.