Putting the Pieces Together

Chapter 9 maybe

A/N HEYYYYY TATERTOTS GOD I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE! Really no good reasons except I was sick, throwing up and stuff. "Girl, TMI." Also, school has been pretty stressful for me, since my sister is the one who gets the good grades, and who can sing and do sports. Well mom, I write terrible stories on a website!! So, HA..... What am I doing with my life? I regret nothing. ANYWAYS, ENOUGH RAMBLING FROM LITTLE OL' ME, TO THE STORY WHICH IS GOING TO BE SHORT AND BORING AWAYYYYYYY SORRY AGAIN HEHAWWW

(Jerome's POV)

I handed the cab driver his money, then Mitch and I walked up the steps to the front door. After I opened it, we stepped inside, feeling instantly the warmth. I flicked the lights on, making the house seem ten times more welcoming. Mitch sat on the couch, turning the television on. I sat next to him; maybe a little too close.

"Do you have any good movies?" I tried to get the thought of his whole family being torn apart off of his mind.

"Um... T-they're in the drawer." I got up and found a perfect movie. It was a sad love story with some humor at parts. I held it up, smirking at him. He sighed, then agreed to it. I sat down again as the movie started. A basic love story. A girl and a boy fall in love together, the guy fucks up, but the girl can't find another man so gives in and loves him. That's love, right? At many places we laughed. At some we felt sad. I felt my hand slowly slip across the couch, stopping when feeling something warm. Mitch's hand. He gazed at me, a confused look on his face. My cheeks reddened as I smiled.

"M-Mitch... I have to tell you something..." He slightly tensed up, obviously fearful that I would leave him.

"W-what is it?" His words almost inaudible and his voice shaking. I slowly started to lean in, not able to control myself. What if he didn't love me back? What would he do? I stopped in my tracks, moving my hand away from his. I can't do this now, not with everything that's going on.

"N-never mind," I stated calmly. He shrugged, returning his gaze to the television. The movie was at the moment when the woman comes back. She's frantic, banging on his door. He sits in his bedroom, holding a bottle of pills. As she broke open the door, he was holding the bottle to his mouth, about to take them all. She quickly swiped them away, and said that she would never leave him again. I noticed Mitch tearing up, but I was as well. Luckily, the movie became more upbeat as it was nearing the end. I checked the clock, surprised to see that it was near seven o'clock.

"Whoa, we missed dinner, Mitch. Do you want to eat?" He nodded his head, watching the credits quickly stroll by.

"I'll cook. What do you want?" He pondered it for a moment.

"Can you make spaghetti, please?"

"Of course, biggums. It'll be ready in around twenty minutes."

"Okay. I'll be in the bathroom," he quietly got up, and headed towards his room.(yes Jerome stalked him.) I walked into the kitchen and I got the pasta and pan out. It's a good thing that I know where everything is. (And now he know where everything in his house is. Okay Jerome, you have the same problems as me.) I poured cold water into the pan, and set the stove on high.

(More than twenty minutes later, even though I know you would've loved for me to teach you how to make spaghetti.)

I turn the stove off, and grab two plates from the cupboard.

"Mitch, the food is done," I yell as I place two forks on the table. I pour two drinks, and scoop some spaghetti into both of our plates. I got no response from Mitch. I sighed as I started going towards his room. I knocked firmly on his door.

"Mitch? You alright in there?" I waited for a response for a few seconds, growing impatient and concerned.

"Mitch?" My voice rang out louder than before. I heard his bathroom door open, and his feet shuffle towards me.