"Y-yea, I do", I say. "Okay, so give me your hand. So I can pull you up."
"O-oh, sorry.", I apologize as I turn around to a built-well guy with his hand extended out. He shakes his hand a little, as to say it's alright. I'm, as always, a little hesitant. But I take his hand anyways. His grip was tight, but comforting. "You're new here, aren't you? The boss already left, but he left instructions to help you out with the ropes here. Personally, I don't like babysitting, but you almost got yourself killed in under five minutes, so I guess I have to look after ya.", he says with a grin. " U-uh t-thanks, uh... M-mister?", I say back. Damn! This guy, whoever he is, is hot! As I said earlier, he was well built, hot as hell, and his tight looking security outfit was NOT helping what was going on down stairs. I couldn't help but blushing, I was probably red as a tomato. "Oh, just call me mike. And kid, are you okay? You're red. Looks like you're hot. Very hot.", Mike said. "W-what?!", I yelped, getting the wrong idea. "Oh, mean, ya know, temp wise, like you're hot, not you're hot!", he said blushing. But then he chuckled. "W-what?", I say as checked my self. Nothing wrong. "Oh, nothing, just thinking about something that happened earlier.", he covered up."oh, o-okay.", I say. "Why don't we go back to the office and get that patched up?", he asked pointing to my arm. I looked at my fore arm, it had a few scratches bleeding from when I fell down out of surprise.I hate foxy. When we got to the office, Mike pulled out a first aid kit. He started washing my wounds and cleaning them up. All of a sudden, he paused. I looked down. Oh no, he saw my scars. "Hey, where are these from?", he says as he points to my old scars. "Uh, cat.", I covered up. "Look, don't lie to me, kid, I KNOW these cuts are NOT from a cat.",he says sternly. I start getting misty. "Yes t-they are", I stutter. He looks at me, pissed off, but when he sees I'm about to cry, his expression softens. "Woah, don't let the waterworks start. I won't talk about it anymore, okay?" I nod. "By the way, I don't think your name is kid, Is it?", he chuckles. "Uh n-no, it's J-jeremy.", I say. "Nice name, I like it. Now let's see that arm..", he says as he starts bandaging my arm.
- guys, so sorry, I was at camp, so I couldn't write, I'm back though!-
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FanfictionUm, so this is my first story, it's about mike: an asshole who loves jeremy, his co worker, jeremy his soft spot and he would do any thing to make him happy and safe. I'm going to make his mother the victim of the bite of 87 so that him and jeremy c...
