Stash of Minecraft One Shots

Little Mermaid- Disney Month Challenge- January- Merome

Merome Little Mermaid.

Jerome sighed, and leaned his head on the heel of his hand. Another scorching day at one of New Jersey's local beaches. He glanced to his right, and about twenty feet down the beach stood another life guard chair, occupied by his best female friend, Ashely. She made a face at him, just as his phone buzzed in his drawstring bag. He made a funny face back, and pulled it out, lazily opening the text.

From Bad Ass Ashley: Still bored fish boy?

He laughed. Last time he gave her his phone to call her mom for a ride.

To Bad Ass Ashley: Bad Ass Ashley, really? And yes for your information, I am deathly bored. When does our shift end anyways?

From Bad Ass Ashley: In a half an hour at least. Go swim real quick. Your back is turning a bit pink.

Jerome groaned, and gave her a glare. She grinned sheepishly back at him, and he sighed.

To Bad Ass Ashley: Fine, and not it is not!

He could hear her laughter from his chair. He flipped her off casually, and slipped his phone back in its bag and jumped down from his post. Jerome was starting to regret taking the life guard job earlier in the summer. He dropped his sunglasses on the seat, and dove into the frigid Atlantic. Even at the height of the summer weather, the water was still as cold as it was in March.

Jerome surfaced, shivering. He plucked a stray piece of seaweed out of his hair, and relaxed. What was probably minutes later, but only felt seconds, a shrill whistle pierced the air. He shot up, and his gaze went immediately to Ashley. She was waving frantically, pointing to a spot about ten yards away from him. He swam hard for the spot, and dove. A body floated lifelessly in the water, brown hair floating in a halo around the person's face. Jerome hooked his arms under the man's arms, and hauled him up, his lungs starting to scream from the pressure. Ashley was waiting at the shore as Jerome dragged the mystery man up onto the sand.

"He's not breathing, oh my god, he's not breathing!" Ashley screamed, and ran for her chair, probably to retrieve her phone to dial 911. Jerome glanced around the empty beach. No one should judge him for what he was about to do. After a second of hesitation, he started the CPR process, pushing on the boy's chest repeatedly. Again, he hesitated, before clamping the guy's nose shut, and pushing air into the seemingly dead lungs. After a couple tries, the boy began choking, and he turned on his side, spitting water out.

Jerome sighed in relief, and pulled the boy's head into his lap, brushing hair out of his eyes.

"Thank god." A faint siren's wail pierced the silence. The boy's eyes fluttered, and opened slightly. Big brown eyes, surrounded by long lashes. Jerome had to admit, the boy was attractive.

"I need another story, something to get off my chest. My life gets kinda boring, need something that I can confess. Till all my sleeves are stained red, from all the truth that I said. Come by it honestly I swear. Thought you saw me weak no, I've been on the brink so, Tell me-" Jerome didn't know why he started singing, or even how the song came to him. The sirens had gotten louder, and the boy's eyes closed, drifting back into unconsciousness. Paramedics came rushing over the sand, Ashley leading the charge. Jerome let the boy be taken away, and he watched as the ambulance roared away. Ashley startled him out of his thoughts.

"Come on Jerome, lets get home."

"Earlier today, celebrityMitchell Hughes almost drowned. Thanks to the miraculous efforts of a two simple lifeguards, he is in the full care of New Jersey State hospital.More to follow after these commercials." Mitch groaned at the noise. Who had turned that racket on anyways? He forced his eyes open, feeling a damp disgusting substance sticking to them. He blinked roughly, and looked around. Hospital. Great. A click and the reporter's annoying voice disappeared.