JereMike: Puppet

Chapter five

I got up and meet with the sleepy Doll standing at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing her eyes. Her hair was still messy and her pyjamas wasn't even properly fixed. "What're you doing..?" She asked.

I walked towards her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, grinning. "Oh it's nothing babe, I was looking for the remote and I just found it." I lied but it's a good excuse. At least the couch has its back turned towards where we stand, blocking the body of sleeping Jeremy.

She smiled and I led her to the kitchen, making two cups of coffee for the both of us. We sat down and chat, like the usual, but then I excuse myself, which she gladly agree, for me to pick up Jeremy and sneak past the kitchen as fast as I could and upstairs towards the guest room.

I laid him down there and tucked him in under the covers. I smiled at his sleeping and cute figure before walking out the room, closing the door behind me. I then walked to our room to get my love her work clothes and a bath.

I don't know why but somehow, I felt Doll is just nothing, like she just wasted my time but now Jeremy went in my life, things was started to change. I though I was straight but I guess I'm not.

The door opened behind me and I smiled, turning around and facing my girlfriend, giving her a long, deep kiss before she went in the bathroom, me walking out then out the room. I walked back downstairs and to the kitchen, making simple French toasts.

My heart just pounds whenever I see him, I don't know why. Am I falling in love again? But why him? I thought I love her. I just met him anyway, plus, that's impossible, right..?

I sighed and places the freshly cooked French toasts on a plate, placing them on the table and sitting down, taking a piece and taking a large bite. The cuts on Jeremy's wrist has to have a meaning, probably just not 'abusive dad and miserable life', there must be something else.

Doll walked down the stairs already dressed, her hair tied into a messy bun and she had put a thick layer of makeup. For some reason, her appearance and her personality just started annoying me. What's with the makeup anyways?

She smiled and peck me on the cheek, probably leaving a kiss mark, before taaking a piece of French toast. "I can't stay for long, babe, I might be late." She dramatically pouted and smiled, I smiled back just as fake as she was giving me. I can see it now.

I gave her a kiss by pulling her down. It takes a while before the both of us pulled away before she went to the door, putting her shoes on and eating her toast at the same time. She then walked out the door and closes it behind her, I can hear her say 'love you Mikey~ I'll see you soon!' I then wiped my cheek and mouth.

I just sighed and finishes the rest. I then got up and walked upstairs. I can hear sobbing. I ran to the sound comes from, it's in the guest room where Jeremy is. Fuck, what happened?

_Jeremy's POV_

My head..it hurts..my eyes slowly open as I met with the light caramel coloured ceiling. Where am I? This is not my room at all. I slowly turn my head on the side, seeing a door that probably leads to a bathroom. I forcefully sat up, feeling struck of pain shot into my body. Letting out a groan, I finally sat up straight.

I look around, seeing I'm in a some sort of room, probably a guest room. I ran a hand through my hair with my unwounded arm, seeing white. Wait..white shirt..? Since when..?

My eyes widen of realisation. Someone must've change my clothes, meaning they..saw them..I felt my heart clench as my eyes filled up with tears. Oh god..oh god..they've seen it. What do I do?! They might call me a freak! Or something worse! I..I don't know what to do..oh god..I messed it all up..someone..please..kill me now--

"Jeremy!"

That familiar voice..Mike?! Oh god..this is all bad..he must be the one to see when he was changing me..or maybe Doll..now he's gonna hate me more! I slowly reaches to my hair, clenching them with both of my hands. I don't care with the pain anymore. I need to stop the pain in my heart.

Mike ran in and sat down, hugging me gently yet tightly, it's not painful at all, it's...comforting..he was rubbing my back gently and whisper soothing words in my ear, trying to calm me down. I sobbed and hugged him tightly, crying harder than before.

How should I tell him? Is he the one who saw them? Is he also the one to change my bandage..? I hope he didn't ask me what happened..does he really care..? But why would he kick me..? I'm so confused!

I stopped and quiet down my sobs, wiping my tears away with the sleeves of my, no, his shirt, slowly releasing from the hug. My head was kept down low, I don't even wanted to look at him. It hurts just to even see his face. I don't wanna cry in front of him again.

"Jeremy..come on, look at me.."

I shook my head, my eyes starting to fill up with tears again but I blink it all back.

"Please.."

I can't help it but slowly lifting my head up. I was met with his grey eyes, filled with worry. I hate to see it..I don't want worry..it kinda hurts me. He pulled his sleeves a bit lower, enough for him to grab it and uses it to wipe my remaining tears.

He didn't say anything after that, he just pulled me into another hug. I really am confused..why..? Just why? But..at the same time..his hugs, it's comforting. His body was warm and soft. I felt..tired all of the sudden.

My eyes slowly closed and leaned closer to his body. He pulled me closer and stroked my hair. With the embrace and warmness, I quickly fell asleep in his arms.

_Mike's POV_

I was stroking his hair softly with my other hand wrapped around him not too tight around him, but still still held him close. His sobbing stopped and I can feel his body relaxed. I look down to see him sleeping, making me smile.

Slowly and carefully, I lay him back down. I place the covers back over him and now I can't help but give him a small peck on the forehead. Poor guy..he must be having a hard time, which probably includes me. How stupid am I..

I got up and walked out the room, taking one last look at him before closing the door behind me, a small smile on my face as I walked downstairs. I don't care about Doll anymore, not not caring if I'm straight or anything. It feels like it's a destiny for me to take care of Jeremy. I have to.

I should, and I would do it.

No matter what.