Jeremy's POV
//Three Months Later//
I drove back into Mike's driveway. I spent a few months with my mom since my dad was in prison. I went through a depression at the time, and she helped me out. Im so glad I have her as my mother. If she wasn't, she'd be my best friend. I unlocked Mike's door and walked in, taken aback at the odor of alcohol. I plugged my nose in disgust and walked in.
"Mike?" I called out. I looked at his living room in shock. It was a mess! There were McDonald's wrappers everywhere, and beer bottles scattered. I heard a small groan coming from his bedroom. I walked towards the door, and opened it, gasping at what I saw.
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FanfictionOkay, don't judge me, but I ship this. Enjoy! And don't read if you don't like YAOI or this ship.
