My Sweet Brownie

Jeremy's Transportation Service!

Gripping the backpack strap a little tighter, the shy counted the seconds on the clock as it ticked down. It was like, an alarm clock, except it was, for him and almost all the other classmates, an alarm to go to sleep. Homework was always done during school since his sleep schedule was changed, nothing to worry about besides sleep.

Three seconds...

Two seconds...

One-

Everyone shot up as the last bell of the day rang through the school. The hallways became crowded very quickly, silence was no where now. Jeremy rushed out-no, flowed through the sea of students eager to get out of the hell called school.

Finally pushing through sweaty teens like himself, rushing over to the bike rack. He gasped at what he saw.

Nothing!

He was the only one that rode a bike, seeing nothing there almost caused him to grow teary eyed. Well, he was beginning to sniffle when he heard a loud honk behind him, an engine was revved afterward. Spinning around, he glared at the smirking man inside a red, freshly shined, pick-up truck. In the trunk, laid his bike.

"M-Mike!!" He whined, stomping his foot at the sight. "Give me b-bike back!!" He ordered, receiving and playful pout. Mike leaned over and swung the door open for the nightwatch. "Come on, in!" Mike chuckled out, the AC, making his black hair fly, even under the red beanie. Jeremy huffed and crossed his arms, his face resembling one of a bratty child who didn't get a cookie. He was so grumpy about this; The security guard raising a brow at the behavior, deciding to comment about it with a very... Odd analogy.

"Who twisted your tits, Jere?" He chuckled, barely noticing the nightwatch's reaction which consisted of a foot stomp, change of color, and an examination of the area surrounding them. "Mike! Wh-what the h-heck?!" He sammered out, covering his face so Mike couldn't get a peek at the beet red skin. "Just get in the car, man! Don't ya wanna sleep?!" He asked, tapping his foot, impatiently. In his waiting of an answer, he spied a glance at the old, rusty bike taking seat in the trunk. "Or would ya like me..." He smirked, reaching over to the door. "Ta take it, keep it, destroy it..? Is that what ya want Jeremy? Is it?"

Jeremy squeaked and shook his head, rushing forward. "No, no, no, no!!" He repeated over and over until he began climbing. "That is my bike! And you will ne-" The door shut behind him, making him cut his statement short. Damnit Fitzgerald. Mike chuckled and pulled him down onto the seat, laughing as he poked a little button on the car stereo, one turn on the radio.

The music blasted through the car speakers at what Jeremy believed to be the max volume. This sudden noise split through the air faster than teens to the cafeteria.

And it was just as loud.

The teen, startled from the sudden surprise, instinctively covered his ears, glaring coldly at the "rocking out" adult in the driver's seat. After Mike had his fun, he gave in through the glares he was given and lowered the volume. "Okey okey, Mr. PoutFace. Lets get ya home."

Guess teen's are big grumps without any sleep. He'd think to himself, sparing a small glance at the other in the truck as he drove off. He'd only been at the house once; though he knew the route by heart like all others he'd driven, easy to settle in his brain and stay there.

"D-did you ask if this was o-ok?"

"Of course I did, asked your dad and everything."

Surprise and disbelief flashed over the other face, though it went against blind eyes. "M-my dad?!" He questioned. "B-but-"

They pulled up into his driveway, Mike raising a brow when Jeremy hopped out as quickly as he could and the same when he entered the home, then became a bit concerned when heard a shriek.

Mike rushed in as quick as he could, seeing a sight to see.

A man, maybe in his late forties, wearing a BDU, was hugging Mrs. Fitzgerald, raising her off the floor. She was laughing, obviously enjoying the hug she was being given. Jeremy was running over cheering out: "Daddy!!" He laughed and latched onto his father. "I missed you!!"

Tears lined the families cheeks, shrieks and laughs filled the large home, bringing a smile to the face of the coldhearted security guard. Jeremy tuff of brown locks laid in the of the father's arm.

Wasn't it hard to in there?

Mike thought to himself, slowly closing the door like the mother had always wanted it to be. No bugs in this house! He remembered her vowing, chuckling at the memory.

The family turned to stare at the man at the doorway, watching the family rejoice over the return of a member. The father smiled at Mike, greeting him warmly.

"Michel! Nice seein' ya again, was it nice drivin' mah boy around? Hope wasn't too much of a pain!" He joked, ruffling Jeremy's abundance of hair. "Heard he was a bit of a talker!" He laughed.

Mike was tickled by his words and Jeremy's reactions to being playfully bullied by his father, chuckling gently. "Nah, he wasn't much of a pain.. Not with me at least." He wore a warm smile, shoving his hands into his pockets and glanced at the happy mother gazing upon him. Jeremy was rubbing his eyes and wiping the moist away from his cheeks, giving few glances to Mike. Then just before Mike could suggest on his departure, the returning officer invited him to join them for dinner.

Before he could decline, his eyes locked on a smiling, overjoyed and excited Jeremy who's eyes were telling him to stay and eat. He sighed, keeping his smile before coughing up his answer. "I would love too." He walked forward, sparing a quick glance to the father, mother, then son as he was escorted into the dining room.

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Chicken leg, Mac n' cheese, broccoli, carrots, and two strawberries. Fancy family. He thought, taking a bite of the chicken leg, then a scoop of Mac N' Cheese. Jeremy was eating slowly, glancing his gaze on his father or Mike every once and a while. The mother and the father were talking about how their son was doing while the father as deployed.

Mike wanted to walk too, but didn't know exactly where he should start. He looked around the home, through his vague memories, today's work, shit-FazBear's; he was trying to think of ways that would get them talking. "So.."

Jeremy lifted his eyebrows and muttered a soft ya to show him he was listening. Mike smiled and continued with his sentence. "How'ya likin' FazBear's so far?"

Jeremy shrugged, flipping a piece of broccoli around the plate. He didn't really want to eat them, Mike seeing the action as something a child would whine on about.

Jeremy took a minute after the plain shrug before responding with words. "Well... I-I kinda like it I-I guess." Gently said, as usual, with his head craned down to glare at the broccoli before promptly pushing it through his lips. It made him cringe realizing it was raw and a bit chewy if he should say. Not the way his mother usually prepared it though in her hurried excitement she must of forgotten to. Forgivable.

Maybe.

Mike laughed at the disgusted dancing that tickled him, before pushing a broccoli bush into his mouth. Jeremy was disappointed when he saw no reaction from the other.

Jeremy huffed, crossing his arms with a pout towards the other. Jeremy's dad, took notice to this behavior. "Jeremy." He called with a stern tone of voice. "Don't be like that with a guest," He told him before ruffling his hair with a smile. "Be good."

Mike held back his checkers at Jeremy's sigh and puffed cheeks, playfully poking open to deflate it. Jeremy giggled at Mike's playful ways, rolling his eyes.

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After finishing their dinner, they returned to FazBear's for a much harder fourth night. Jeremy and Mike almost died but were fine when Mike threw a giggling Ballon Boy out of the room.

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Welp, that took forever. *shruggy*
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meeeeeeeh. .-.