Why-A Merome Story

Chapter 6

Hey guys, thanks for all of the comments last chapter. I really enjoyed reading them and replying. Maybe I should do stuff like this more offer. I donno... leave your opinion in the comment section and ENJOY.

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Jerome's P.O.V.

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I wake up and feel someone gently breathing on the back in my neck with their strong arms wrapped around my waist. I panic at first, but then I realize its just Mitch and lets out a sigh if relief.

I don't want to wake Mitch up, but man I have to pee. Maybe I can slowly get out of bed without him noticing....

I quietly slide out of my bed, removing Mitch's arms from around me. He moves and j think he is about to wake up, but then he relaxes and cuddles with the pillow instead. I let out a sigh of relief before going into the bathroom.

I quickly pee and wash off my hands. After I do this, I stare at myself for a moment. Ever since Mitch came back, my appearance seems less like a dead man and more like an actual human being.

Letting out a slight chuckle, I step out of the bathroom and back into my room. Mitch is still cuddling the pillow like his life depends on it, so I decide not to wake him and walk out I the room.

As I try and slip through the slight crack in my doorway, I hit my hip on the corner of my nightstand. I curse loudly and grab my hip.

Mitch sit up quickly in the bed. He looks quite startled and concerned. "Where's the fire!!!????" he yells looking around. He calms down a little when he notices me clutching my hip. "Idiot." He says and lays back down.

*a few hours later*

I sit at my kitchen table, eating what I call lunch. It's really a lame excuse for a meal. All it is reheated spaghetti I made a few nights ago when my mother visited. But it's pretty good considering its been sitting in the back of my refrigerator for the pat five days.

"God dangit!" I hear Mitch yell, followed by him stumbling into the kitchen. "I cut my hand... Stupid socks." He mumbles revealing a trickle of blood going down the side of his hand.

"How'd you cut yourself on socks?" I ask with a slight laugh at his stupidity. "I'm skilled." He smirks before washing his cut and placing a bandaid on it.

Mitch sits down across from me and lazily sets his arms on the table and burrows his head into his elbow. "How do you get up so early?" he mumbles. I look over at the clock. It's four. How is this kid tired??

*time skip of magical lucky charms into the middle of the night.*

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Mitch's P.O.V.

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My phone rings and I quickly run outside to answer when I realize its Luke calling me. I sit down on a step before answering.

"Hey Luke." I say.

"Oh hello, I didn't think you'd actually pick up." He laughs. "So what's up?"

"Oh you know. Just hanging out with Jerome." I tell him remembering that I've done nothing all day long.

"Yeah, same here. I was actually wondering something. It kind of a weird request, but I'm sure you will be able to carry out with it. " Luke says in a voice that reminds me of some creepy old man.

"And that is?" I ask trailing off with the last few words. Luke takes a deep breath before speaking again.

"You need to break up with Jerome. Or else someone will get seriously hurt." Luke says in a deep, cold voice and hangs up the phone.

Jeez. Now I see why Jerome wants me to stay away from that crazy man. I really hate it when Jerome is right.

Slightly freaked out, I set my phone down beside me. I sigh and look out at the other houses on the street. Their live life's probably aren't so.... complicated.

The door behind me opens and Jerome sits down next to me. He places his arm around my shoulder. "Who was that?" he asks kissing my cheek. "And please don't lie."

"Why do you think I would lie?" I ask in a hushed voice. "Forget it. It was Luke wanting me to break up with you. But you don't have to worry. I'd never leave you." I tell him.

Jerome pulls away. He looks mad for a moment, then his expression goes soft again. He presses his lips against mine then pulls away. "Thank you. I'd never leave you either. Forever and Always, right?" he says.

"Forever and Always." I reply.

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Alright people, if I get at least five comments, I will tell y'all my most embarrassing moment. ( there are a lot of them, but ya know...). So please leave comments and if you actually read this write #HashtaggingForNoReason in the comments.

-Hstyler

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