The JereMike Collection

McDonalds

Chapter cover art made by _z.i.l.a_ on instagram. Credit to them and thank you~ :D

He's sure there's a few words to describe how lonely he was feeling right now. But the sentences won't form in Jeremy's head for some reason and he's perfectly ok with that.

Night has fallen and Fritz has bitten off more than he can chew by working overtime, taking both his, Mike's and even some of the Manager's hours just to scrape up some extra cash for this fundraiser he yapped about that Jeremy just can't seem to remember. But night has fallen, and here he was, at home. Alone.

And incredibly, utterly bored.

There was no homework to do, no chores or buddies to call up and have a decent chit chat with. Not like he would have done that anyway, considering it was nearing 2AM in the early hours of the morning and the stars were still fresh and sunrise wasn't for another couple of what feels like decades. That, and not to mention it was a Saturday, meaning there was no class and no work to later in the morning.

Unsurprisingly, even his own mother was out working a nightshift. A clerk job at a 24/7 store isn't much of a money maker, but it sure does eat up some one's time.

Speaking of which; that was about the fifth time Jeremy's glanced back at the alarm clock and the numbers still have yet to change. Bright red, digitized blinking digits just glaring at him from his end table, taunting. It was unnerving to say the least, but something else caught his attention from the corner of his eye, and his attention was directed elsewhere.

A phone, cheap but hardly ever used, sits about an inch away from the alarm, just within arms distance. It wasn't anything flashy or high-tech unlike what most of his peers would have gotten, but it was functional and that's all that really mattered. Sure, the scratches on the cover dawning a self-made picture wasn't the most appealing, but Jeremy's hand extended towards it anyway, palm wrapping around the object and pulling it back in under the covers with him.

The glow from the screen illuminated his face underneath he dim lights, emerald eyes darting slowly from each message in his inbox. All read, all old and forgotten. With a sigh, he taps his thumb against the buttons and begins to delete them, one by one until he slides across an invite received not too long ago, maybe earlier that evening. The sender is a contact that doesn't really hold down a full out conversation via mobile, but sure enough takes up most of his inbox with spotty text through out the day.

Jeremy huffs, and skims the most recent conversation.

6:34PM
Mike: r u hungry

6:35PM
Jeremy: Mom and I just ate a few minutes ago, actually. Why do you ask?

6:36PM
Mike: nm

A frown makes it's way to Jeremy's face, sending the old message to the trash. That was sent, what, seven hours ago? Something around that? Huh, time really did fly. He skimmed through the rest of his inbox, selecting delete after every word. Been there, read that, nothing new, nothing to entertain him while he was stuck in the spiral of boredom. Not a good combination with restlessness, either.

For split second, his finger hovers over the speed dial button and Jeremy pauses. His palm is frozen and his lips thin into a line. With one swift tap, he opens the text box and types a few letter, pressing send before he could change his mind. Blame the tiredness.

1:45AM
Jeremy: Are you awake?

A blank, blue little window popped up, only stating the confirmation that the text has been sent. Green glance towards the alarm clock again, just to correct the time on his phone with the current passage. It was accurate, unfortunatly.