Why-A Merome Story

Chapter 2

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Jerome's P.O.V.

I sat in my living room, watching the fan spin in circles as I listened to Mitch on the phone rambling on about how he missed having me around. If it wasn't for working with the kids at the school, I would be in Canada with him right now.

"How was your day?" Mitch asked after sighing. I thought for a moment about what I actually did today.

"I got to hang out with tenth graders all day. I forgot how mean high school kids are to one another. I'm glad I'm not in school anymore." I told him with a slight laugh then I yawned.

"You tired?" Mitch asked returning the laugh. I looked over and my clock and realized it was already nine thirty. "Yeah." I told him. "Go to bed, Jerome." Mitch told me. "I love you, goodnight Biggums."

I smiled at the word Biggums. I then realized how much I really miss having him around. "I love you too. Night." I said and hung up my phone.

After a hot shower, I got into bed and drifted off into a restless sleep.

Mitch's P.O.V.

I woke up to the sun shining through my window. It's about noon, so I get up and walk downstairs.

I feel like my house is too empty lately. I never have anyone over anymore because I'm just not feeling as social as I used to be. Plus everyone I know has a job of some kind now. And here I am, making videos for the Internet.

I sit on my couch and pull out my phone. I have a few texts from Jerome saying that he misses me and has to work today.

The kids he is working with are lucky. They will get to see him everyday for the next four months. I just hope that all of them will like Jerome.

I scroll through my contact list trying to find someone to call and ask if they will hang out with me. I pause at the number I put into my phone yesterday. Harper Thrush. Maybe she isn't working today.

I click the contact and my phone starts making the annoying ringing sound.

"Hello, This is Harper." A girls vice said. "Uh, hey. This is Mitchell Hughes. We met yesterday and I was wondering if you are working today."

"Oh hey Mitch. I don't work until seven thirty, do you want to do something today?" She asked an it made me smile knowing that someone is willing to hang out with me today.

"Yeah sure." I told her. "Wanna go to the park and longboard or just walk around?"

"Sure. That sounds awesome. See you at one ish?" she tells me and I say okay. I then hang up and get dressed.

*at the park*

I glide along the touch cement path watching for Harper. I spot her sitting on a bench, reading a thick book and listening to music.

I ride over to her and she looks up and takes her head phones out. "Hey." She says quietly. "Hello again." I reply with a smile.

We walk around the park talking about random crap for a while, until we find a rock next to a stream that we sit on. I look out at the steam. I've never realized how beautiful something could be. I haven't really seen the beauty in anything ever since Jerome left for home.

"You okay?" Harper asks me. I guess I was spaced out.

I shake my head silently telling her no. I'm honestly not okay so why should I even bother trying to hide it?

"Wanna talk about it?" Harper asks. I begin to tell her all about Jerome and I. She is kind of shocked when she realizes that I'm gay, but she continues to listen.

"That really sucks. You should go see him." She tells me an I give her a confused look. "Fly to New Jersey. If you miss him that much and it kills you not to be with him, go to him." I smile at the thought of seeing Jerome again. Harper is right.

Luke's P.O.V.

*two days later.*

I walk outside to see Mitch carrying bags out to his car. I quickly rush over to help him. Once we finish, he thanks we and we stand by his car chatting.

"You going on a trip?" I ask him, leaning against the side of the car. "Actually, yeah. To see Jerome in New Jersey." Mitch smiles.

I feel a rush if jealousy inside of me. I also feel a little bit of anger. Why does Mitch not see that we are perfect for each other?

Mitch and I talk for a but until I go back inside me house and pull out a notebook and a pen.

I proceed to write down my plan to tear 'Merome' apart.