green sweater » jeremike

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At around 8 or so, Mike's cousin had showed up. His name was Lance, and he had Mike's blue eyes. I didn't understand why Mike said he needed help, Lance seemed so quiet and well behaved. He was very enthusiastic, however. Everything made him excited, and it was kind of cute. I offered him some juice and he had the biggest smile on his face. He seemed to have a bit of a speech problem, and couldn't really say my name right, but Jerry was gonna have to do.

"I think he liked you more than he does me." Mike scoffed playfully. We were sitting on the couch and watching Disney Movies.

"Maybe because I'm just cooler than you." I crossed my arms.

"Yeah, right. I'm the coolest." Mike smirked, to which I did as well before poking his stomach and making him squeak and jump.

"I hate you!" He laughed.

"It's cute how ticklish you are!" I giggled.

"Shut up! You're a di-" Mike stopped himself, forgetting that there was a child in the room, "Jerk. You are a jerk. A big fat buttface."

I laughed and looked back at Lance, who was giggling and watching us. I picked him up and set him on my lap, laughing.

"What're you laughing at?" Mike chuckled.

Lance pointed at Mike and smiled.

"He's laughing at how stupid you are, Mike." I grinned.

Mike stuck his tongue out and Lance did the same, making me laugh.

"You both out-child eachother."  I rolled my eyes.

"Freak you, man." Mike snickered.

"Did you just say freak you?"

"Indeed."

"I should push you off of the couch." I told him.

"End my suffering, I'm being abused by an 8 year old." Mike pouted.

"E-Eight and a half!" Lance stuttered.

"You're almost 18, so it's not really child abuse." I shrugged.

"Domestic abuse." Mike nodded.

"What happened to you dominating?" I smirked.

"Don't use my earlier conversations against me!" Mike retorted.

"Whatever." I laughed as I felt my phone buzz from under my thigh. I looked at it, seeing a text from my mom.

You're okay, right?

I replied back, Yeah, are you?

I'm okay now. I'm really sorry again, Jeremy. But I'm not calling you Jeremy, it's Jerebear from now on ;)

I rolled my eyes and gave a quick response as I heard Lance yawn.

"Tired?" I asked. He nodded and clung to my shirt, nuzzling into my chest. I looked up to see Mike smirking, making me smile.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, it's just I think you'd be good
Father material, that's all." Mike shrugged and looked at his feet. I blushed and rolled my eyes, feeling Lance's soft breathing against my chest.

"I'm gonna go put him in your room." I informed Mike, carrying his cousin into his room and setting him down on the bed.

"J-Jerry?" Lance stuttered out.

"Hm?" I pushed a bit of his hair out of his face.

"I-I-I scared of the dark.." Lance pouted. I smiled sweetly before turning on the lamp on Mike's bed stand. The small boy smiled contently before seemingly falling asleep. In all honesty, he was too adorable. I walked back into the living room to see Mike sprawled out on the couch.

"I tired." He whined. I laughed slightly.

"You're too big for me to pick up." I sat on the floor next to the couch.

"Whatever. I am tired, though." He replied.

"Same." I said, stretching.

"Cuddle with meee.." Mike pouted. I giggled before getting on the couch with him, laying on his chest.

"I love you." He sighed.

"I love you, too." I responded.