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Five Months

Jeremwood
Word count: 2180
Chapters: 1

Jeremy and Ryan have been dating for longer than most people survive in Los Santos.

Five months.

Five whole, blissful months where Jeremy gets to come home to his one respite in the city, to his boyfriend who doesn't ask questions on why he needs help dying his hair purple again or why he comes home with a new knife wound with shitty excuses. Five months where Jeremy doesn't have to be Rimmy Tim, but just a hopeless fool in love.

All of this comes to a head when Jeremy stands in all of his Rimmy Tim gear in a bank the crew is in the middle of robbing, face to face with a shocked Ryan. The people around him whimper in their places sporadically spread around the room, scared into their positions after Jeremy and Michael threw open the doors and fired a few warning shots. Michael screams at the civilians as he patrols his allotted section, allowing Gavin and Geoff to sneak into the vaults unassumingly.

Jeremy was put in charge of patrolling the left side of the room, making sure to keep everyone in line so that everything could go as smoothly as possible. When he saw a man standing up out of the corner of his eye, Jeremy whipped around to face him, staring down the sight of his handgun. No way in hell was he expecting to see the love of his life - Ryan.

Instinctively, Jeremy lowered his gun in shock, and can't help but stage whisper, "What the fuck?"

Ryan crossed his arms angrily, cocking a hip as he sniped back with a frown, "I feel like I should be saying that, J."

A mix of emotions drown Jeremy as he thinks of every choice that has led up to this crashing of worlds, and regretted every single one of them. The whole crew told him from the very beginning not to get involved with any one outside of their world, but Jeremy just couldn't help himself; Ryan was just so goddamn different. Who else would tell a complete stranger the difference between green squash and cucumber in the middle of the produce aisle at 3 in the morning?

Before he can formulate a proper response, Jeremy hears Jack scream in his ear, "Shit. Alfredo just said that the cops were called. What the fuck happened in there?"

That kicks Jeremy into motion again as he surveys his allotted side of the room, and can see Michael doing the same. Before he notices anything, Jeremy hears a resounding gunshot coupled with a few screams as Michael must have located the culprit. Jeremy sees a woman looking sick to her stomach on the ground on his side of the room, clutching something in her hand. Without a single thought on whether it was her or the one Michael got, Jeremy shoots her hand and sees a phone clatter out. Rather than stopping for the scream, Jeremy puts a bullet right between her eyes.

With one last look around the room to check for any other perpetrators, on autopilot Jeremy whips around to check in with his group. He makes eye contact with Ryan and hesitates for only a moment. Once he realizes that he sees no real fear in Ryan's eyes, Jeremy puts a finger to his com to report while making direct eye contact with Ryan, "It's been dealt with. Michael and I are on our way out."

Michael looks at him from across the bank, then raises his gun when he sees Ryan standing with his arms crossed glaring at Jeremy. In utter panic, Jeremy steps in front of Ryan and shouts, "Mogar, don't you fucking dare. Just go meet up with Beardo. I'll be out right behind you."

Looking hesitant for only a moment, Michael shakes his head. "And what the fuck will you be doing?"

With a shrug, Jeremy shoots back with a smile, "I'll figure it out, just don't wait up for me."

Michael mutters under his breath for only a moment, before throwing his shotgun up over his shoulder so he can run out the back door, shouting at a few people to stay where they are. After a moment, Jeremy hears Michael's voice over the intercoms. "Jeremy is on a suicide mission. That blonde God better be worth it, you fuck."