Mike's pov
I lay on the couch with Jeremy snuggled into my arms. Ring ring rings. I pick up the phone.. "Hello?? Oh boss, hi!" "You're late!!! Your shift started at 2:00pm and its 2:10" "oh sorry sir i'll be right there"
Time skip to the pizzeria
We arrived at 2:20. Besides all the wild kids shouting and screaming for he toys to come out, there was an awkward silence between Jeremy and I; for some reason I feel bad for putting him right in the spot by telling him that I love him. "Hey, err Jere. Can we ta-" I'm cut off by him
Jeremy's POV
"Can we talk later please?! I want to finish first" I say to Mike. He closes his mouth and we both watch in silence. "Hey mister?? When will Foxy come out??" A little boy says to me "don't worry kiddo he'll soon be out! Can you wait for 5 minutes then you can see him??" "Thanks sir" the boy runs off singing pirate songs.
It's now 6:10 pm my shift and Mike's is over. "Now can we talk???!" He breaks the silence "sure" is say back
"Ok so, when you fell asleep earlier I noticed a few bruises around your back.. is everything ok? I mean they look like punch marks!" I stop in motion.. "ummmmmmm... Well you see.. I- er. GOTTA GO!" I shout and try to run but Mike grabs be and pulls me back "what's wrong?" "Mmhm.. uh ok. I took this job to get my own apartment because my mother and father are alcoholics and when they get drunk they hit me!" I didn't want him to know this..
"Oh my God!! Why didn't you tell me this?"
