green sweater » jeremike

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I knocked on Mike's door, his mom answering it soon.

"Jeremy! How are you?" She smiled.

"Okay, where's Mike?" I asked.

"Oh, he's been in his room all day." She stepped out of the way, seeing I was nervous. I thanked her quickly before going to Mike's bedroom door and knocking gently.

"Mike?"

"It's open."

I slowly twisted the doorknob and entered the dark room, closing the door behind me. In the poor lighting provided by the somewhat covered window, I could see Mike with puffy eyes and a face face. His shirt was off and he overall looked like he'd just been ran over.

"Mikey." I walked over to his bed, sitting on his legs and hugging his torso. He hugged back and began to sob again.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, kissing his jawline gently.

"I'm fat, ugly, and stupid." He wiped his face. "I try so hard to convince you that you're perfect and I can't even convince myself that I'm good enough."

I sighed. He really hates himself, almost as much as I hate myself. I'd never seen this side of Mike before.

"How long have you felt like this?" I asked.

"Since middle school."

"And you never told me?"

"I was scared of what you'd say." He wiped a tear from his face quickly.

"I felt the same way yesterday when I let you give me a bath. But I'm so glad you finally told me." I smiled, kissing his nose. "Have you eaten anything today?"

"I'm too fat for it."

"So am I but I've been eating ever since Saturday."

"I'm such a hypocrite.. I hate myself." He sighed.

"I don't hate you. I love you. Even if you don't like yourself."

He only looked away before sighing softly.

"Can we go to Taco Bell?" He requested softly.

"Of course." I giggled gently. He smiled a bit before I stood up.

"You can make me eat but you can't make me get dressed." He stretched before standing up with me.

"You have to put a shirt on or else they won't feed us." I chuckled before handing him his shirt that I had in my backpack.

"I want you to keep that." He smiled a bit.

"It doesn't fit me." I laughed.

"Exactly, which makes you look fucking adorable in it." Mike retorted playfully. I rolled my eyes.

"Then pick another shirt out." I put the shirt back.

"I will." Mike smiled before going over to his drawer, picking out a regular black shirt with short sleeves to go with his grey sweatpants. Mike wasn't the most buff guy, but if he stood straight enough in those pants you could see his jaw dropping V-line. I couldn't help but stare before the line disappeared behind his shirt.

"I see you staring." Mike chuckled. "Let's go."

I blushed deeply before following Mike out. He grabbed the car keys from the coffee table and we walked outside.

"Let me drive." I held my hand out.

"No way." Mike laughed.

"You're eyes are puffy, so I should drive." I smirked.

"I'm not letting you drive my baby."

"You call your car your baby?" I snickered.

"Yes, I do." Mike replied.

"I'll be careful."

Mike sighed in defeat before dropping the keys in my hand.

"Thank you." I smiled.

Every few minutes, Mike would ask me if the car was okay. I would laugh everytime and tell him that his "baby" was okay. At first his response was a slight chuckle, but after a while he said something different.

"I'm glad my other baby is okay, too."

I blushed and glanced over at him before quickly putting my eyes back on the road. "Stop flirting with me, we're gonna crash."

"Fine, fine." He laughed. I chewed on my bottom lip as I slowed down, turning into the Taco Bell. Mike ordered a fuck ton of food, probably from not eating all day, and I just got a couple of tacos.

"Fucking hell, I forgot how much I loved food." Mike practically moaned. I giggled.

"I hope you never forget it again." I smiled. My smile dropped as I remembered my mom.

"What's wrong?" He noticed my facial expression change.

"It was something with my parents last night, I'm fine." I have a slightly fake smile.

"What happened?"

"I.. I don't exactly know. All I know is he's not at home and he probably never will be again." I confessed.

"Oh god, Jere. I'm sorr-"

"It's fine. He was a fuckwad, anyways." I chuckled.

"Who are you staying with?" He asked.

"Mom. I don't hate her as much." I shrugged.

He snickered a bit, as did I. "As long as you're okay, I am too."

I nodded and smiled. "Let's keep it that way."

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