green sweater » jeremike

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I woke up at roughly 11:45 on Saturday, my phone ringing from next to me. I looked at the number and quickly picked up. As quick as I could being half asleep, I guess.

"Hello?" I answered.

"I've called you 5 times. I know you sleep late but god damn." Mike laughed on the other line.

"Right, sorry. I-I had a rough night." I bit my lip.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

"Just my parents, don't worry about it." I assured him. My parents and I had gotten into a fight after I said I would rather be dead than stay a girl. That's apparently a triggering thing to say, so they went off on me. I cried myself to sleep, and even contemplated calling Mike. I hate to bother him, though.

"Jeremy, I care about you." Mike sighed. "I'll pick you up in a few, and on the way home you can also tell me why you're not eating."

"I already told you-"

"I know you're hungry. You can't lie to me. You can tell me anything, Jere." Mike cut me off.

I hesitated. "I-I'll tell you on the way there."

"Thank you," Mike responded. "I'll be there soon, get ready."

I agreed before hanging up. Just his voice made me smile. He was so perfect. His smooth voice, his shimmering blue eyes, his enticing smile.. Ugh, it makes me melt. I sat up in my bed and stretched, my mother peeking into my room and smiling.

"Morning, Tori." She smiled. "I know you're going out with Mike today, so I got you a beautiful skirt."

She held up the skirt, which seems like a clothe. It was white, which would easily stain, and was so short you could probably see my ass if I even slightly bent down.

"You know I don't wear skirts. Besides, isn't that a bit.. Flashy?" I asked.

"No, no! Not for Mike it isn't!" She winked.

"Get out!" I blushed, hiding my face in my pillow. My mom laughed before closing my door, leaving the skirt on the doorknob. Even though she's a transphobic bitch, my mom is actually pretty cool. She didn't neglect me or start abusing me, so I guess I'm on her side no matter what.

I finally got out of bed and put on a t-shirt I found on the floor. It had a little grey pocket on the side, and I thought it was kind of cute. Mike bought it for me when I first came out to him. He said he felt sorry for pointing out girls clothes when we went to the mall, and decided to buy me the things I actually wanted to wear. He spoiled me so much.

After slipping into the only pair of jeans I had, I grabbed my phone. It was almost 12. I brushed my teeth and hair quickly. There was a knock on the door, and I rushed to get it before my mom.

"H-Hey, Mike." I panted, trying to smile.

"You look like you just ran a marathon." Mike laughed.

"Yeah, well that's becau-"

"Hi, Michael!"

Fuck me.

"Hello, Mrs. Fitzgerald." Mike smiled at my mom.

"How are you today?" My mom asked.

"Just fine, and you?" Mike now knew that he had my parents around his finger.

"Lovely, thank you for asking." My mom smiled in return.

"Okay, mom, we have to go." I urged.

"Oh, yeah. I promised Jere that I'd take him to the store today." Mike out emphasis on my name and pronouns. He always did that around my parents, as if I hadn't dropped enough hints.

"Okay, well you two have fun!" She called as Mike pulled me away.

"I was trying to avoid her." I mumbled as Mike lead me to his car.

"I know, I was too." Mike chuckled. The second we got in the car, he looked me in the eyes.

"Tell me." He said in a demanding tone.

I sighed before looking down and picking at the lint on my jeans. I didn't want to tell him, I'd break down and cry. Then I'd seem weak. Mike wouldn't want to date a weakling. Especially not a girl.

"Jeremy." Mike forced me to look at him. I blushed before finally giving in.

"I-I'm a freak and don't deserve to eat." I swallowed my tears.

"What makes you think that?" Mike's expression suddenly softened, raising my confidence slightly.

"I-I'm not a boy.. I'm just a girl p-pretending to be a boy. I have a disorder.." I felt tears sting in my eyes. Mike suddenly held my hand, smiling.

"Don't cry, Jeremy. You're amazing, no matter what gender you are. You're 1000% male in my eyes, and even if you don't think so, you're still beautiful. And beautiful people need to eat to stay beautiful." Mike wiped a stray tear that had fallen down my cheek.

"D-Do you really think so?" I asked. I couldn't believe anything he was saying. He was being so nice to me, but why?

"I know so. How about we go get something after I take you shopping?" Mike suggested.

"O-Okay.." I smiled a bit. He smiled in return before going to start up the car. I wished I could've kissed him, right then and there. But he's gay.

We went to a bunch of different stores at the mall, including Hot Topic and Spencer's. I really hated for Mike to spend so much on me, but everytime I'd protest, he'd just laugh and ruffle my hair. The little lunch we had afterwards, however, was nothing compared to the shopping.

It's gonna be lit guys