Jeremy x Reader One-Shots

You Look Familiar

A/N: There was a guy I sat next to at a jeepney, and this is based of it. He looks like Patrick Stump (aka angel) and I just- ugh! He's so fucking cute what the fuck. I'm so miserable.

Anyways, on with the story!

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You hurriedly went out of your office and ran off to find a bus way to your home. It was rush hour so it was hard to find any bus with vacant seats. A sweat trickled down your forehead and you adjusted your hat to wipe it off.

You were sprinting for a minute until you finally reach the bus stop. You sighed in relief and you waited patiently for the next bus. Surprisingly, there weren't a lot of people waiting. It was a rare sight.

A bus came and you boarded in. You sat on a seat a little bit far from the door(?)

There was a guy sitting there and you can't deny; he was really cute. He looks like one of your closest friend (that you sadly fell out of touch) and it made your heart flutter. You quietly sat down and streched your legs a little bit. You decided to take off your hat and you put it in your bag.

Of course, the guy sitting next to you still caught your attention. It feels like you've met him before. Come to think of it, you had a childhood friend that has curly brown hair, emerald eyes, pale skin, and was quite chubby like him. Sadly, you forgot what his name was and you two never exchanged numbers 'cause well, you two didn't had cellphones backnthen.

The guy sitting next to you was all that, but skinny. He looks familiar and different at the same time. You kept making awkward side glances at him (i did that hahahah), hoping for him to notice you.

In just a few minutes, the bus got packed more with passengers. The guy and you were squished together awkwardly. It was quite nice, to be honest.

His chest was against your back and you can feel him breathing. His chest was warm and moving. You blushed and you tried not to smile. He might get creeped, but you didn't gave a single fuck. (me af)

You two were getting more squished and you decided to sit properly. You looked at him and took a deep breath, "H-hey, uh, I-I'm sorry if I squished you. And probably creeped you out..." You mumbled the last part, which gladly he didn't heard.

He smiled and quickly replied, "N-no, no! I-I don't m-mind. I-it is really tight in h-here." You smirked and giggled at his response. He immediately panicked! and blushed tomato red. "I-I meant t-the s-seats are tight! N-not s-s-something else!" You nodded and calmed down.

There was an awkward silence until he chimed in, (i hate awkward silences because sometimes quiet is violent ;))

"I-I'm Jeremy. Jeremy Fitzgerald," He took his hand out. You accepted and sh00k his hand, "(Y/F/N)." You smiled at him, feeling butterflies inside. Come on, (Y/N)! You only met him. He smiled back and you know at that time, you melted like you were ice.

You saw him twiddle with the hem of his shirt. The action made you feel nostalgic. Your childhood friend had that mannerism, but maybe you were jumping to conclusions again. People always do that!

"U-uh, so what's your favorite colour?" Wow. Nice question, (Y/N). Very unique.

"I love the colour green. It's just a very relaxing colour. I always went to parks when I was a kid with my bestfriend. I forgot her name, though." Hmm, insteresting. Wait, he also had a childhood friend? Maybe...

"I-I miss her a lot... She moved to another country and since then, it's like the memories have stuck to me except her name. I-it's very weird." He shrugged. "I-I don't know why I'm even telling you this," he chuckled, "I just felt like I should tell you this. I thank her for the memories. Even though some are not that great."

Then it hit you like a brick.

Jeremy Fitzgerald, he's my childhood friend. Oh my god.

"Jerebear...?"

His eyes widen.

"Princess...?"

You nodded and he hugged you, you hugged back.

"I-I missed you so much, princess!" He cried into your shoulder, making your eyes tear as well.

"I missed you too, Jerebear," you pulled back and smiled at him.

"Say, how about we catch up and go to that park we used to go to?" He nodded and grabbed your hand.

You two went outside the bus and had the best time of your lives, like the good ol' days.

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This is too clićhe. Oh well.

Fuck, I can't forget that guy who looks like Patrick Stump.

Help.