One Shots Book

Here's to the Heartache (Merome?)

This is kinda platonic and kinda not. Idk, I confuse myself sometimes.

This wasn't allowed to be real. His best friend still had to be here. He was supposed to stay forever. He could still remember everything the sickness had brought upon them.

What if I told you life was built to break?

"Guys, doods listen. Jerome's got something important to share." Mitch tried to get their attention and Jerome seemed to become visibly exhausted the longer he sat up.
"What, is merome real?" Preston asked with a cherry giggle. Jerome chuckled as well and sighed.

What if I warned you, you can't outrun your fate?

"No guys I- Biggums I can't do it." Jerome said, a whimper escaping the strong boy's lips.
"Jerome what's wrong?" Lachlan asked.

Would you believe with time comes grace?

"I'm dying." Jerome said and the call became a morbid silence. "Benj, I'm sleepy."
"Let's get you to bed Biggums." Mitch said as he picked up the too light boy.

In perfect light, in perfect place.

"Hey guys it's Jerome here. Um, I've got some very bad news. I-" The boy began crying before he could continue. Mitch rushed into his room and comforted the sickly man.

Every dream was mine to lose, And that's what it took to lead me to you.

"You shouldn't be stressing yourself over this, let me tell them." Mitch cooed as Jerome calmed slightly.
"No, they- they need to hear it from me. They'll take it better if they hear it from me." Jerome choked out before wiping away his tears that had stained his face. "Benj, I'm a little dizzy. Can you- would you stay with me?"

So here's to the heartache!

"Benj, we really need to start talking about this."
"No, I won't accept this. You can't be dying Jerome. Please." Mitch's voice broke on the please, the noise breaking Jerome's fragile heart.

Here's to the mistakes!

"Mitch. I need to tell you what to do."
"No, I won't hear any of it. I don't want to, not right now. Not ever. Please don't make me." Mitch began sobbing, breaking down. He sometimes seemed to be deteriorating more than Jerome.
"I know it's not fair, Biggums. But you're the only one I trust with this. I'm so sorry."

We'll drink to all the years, the tears That led to this place.

"What do you want me to do Jerome."
"You sure you're ready Mitch?"
"No, but I'll just have to get over it."

So here's to the heartache.

"I don't want a big funeral. Nothing special, let my parents design it as I may. But as for you and the Pack, I want you do something important. Have a drink, a couple beers. Celebrate for me, will you? It'll mean more to me than any stupid funeral."

What if I told you that everything fades away?

"Jerome?! Biggums, wake up! The ambulance is on its way. Please don't leave me now. Please." Mitch sobbed over his best friend's body, feeling for his pulse as it got slower and slower. "Come on Biggums. Don't leave me yet. Please."

What if I hold you, but tell you there's just no escape?

"He'll wake up, but only for a short while. Just long enough to say goodbye. There's no more we can do for him. I'm sorry." A doctor spoke, sending a sympathetic smile to Jerome's parents before walking off.
"You go talk to him first, Mitch. Take as long as you need."

So here's to the heartache!

Mitch found himself back at the house that was now just his, on the night of the funeral. The Pack was all in town, but none of them would be attending the funeral. They had other things to do, a personal request.

Here's to the mistakes!

The others arrived soon, and Mitch found himself passing around what was left of Jerome's beers. He usually wouldn't drink them himself, so it was the best use he could find.

We'll drink to all the years, the tears That led to this place.

The boys all ran through their own little toasts, Mitch being last. He laughed quietly before saying his, hearing the song that had turned on due to his shuffle. He began to share his toast, the lyrics finding their way into his toast.

Here's to the dark days!

Beers were downed, stories of Jerome being shared amongst each other. Laughter, tears, and jokes filled the house once again, a certain liveliness being returned to it.

It's been a long wait.

Jerome had been right, it made his death so much easier. Although most of the night was a blur by the morning, Mitch felt much better about losing him.

We'll drink to all the years, the tears That led to this place.

Mitch found himself at Jerome's grave weeks later, losing his mind from missing his best friend. He sat beside the stone and popped open a beer. He smiled, and then laughed. "I have a toast. Inspired by a great song that came on when we were talking about you. And since I've always lacked in the creative department, I'll just quote the song."

"I'll suffer, I'll bleed, Lose everything. I'll get my wings. Fall from belief, Fall to my knees."

Mitch said, taking a swig of his drink he traced the letters of Jerome's tombstone, feeling a certain calmness come from it.

"And you will see."

Mitch whispered this part to the stone, a small sigh escaping his lips as he felt as though he was no longer alone. He felt comfort in the thought, that he wasn't all alone.

"With time comes grace."

Mitch smiled as he swore he heard a familiar voice whisper the last few words along with him.

Here ya go. More updates. Take it all.