Never Ending Love([Merome])

I DID IT

I was SO not just crying because How I Met Your Mother is about to end next Monday.

I don't feel like working on that new story.

But I do feel like working on Merome.

My mom is gone tonight, the ENTIRE NIGHT, so yeah.

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Jerome's POV:

I gripped Adam's shoulder even tighter, because I never want to let go of the support that kept me alive. A roaring vortex of misery swept me into its nova, and it attacked my mind and stabbed my inner soul. It rushed into my deepest recesses of myself, and destroyed what was left of any happiness, like being swept into a waterfall and not being able to resurface. (You get the point, I'm not going to describe anymore)

I know Adam shifted his head because I felt I little bit of his curls tickle my neck. I shifted my right hand to be on his back, and my left to his waist, to have an even tighter hold.

"Jerome...," Adam wheezed. (WHEEZY!)

"Right." I said, and lowered my hands to his thighs so he would not be crushed any longer by my Bacca might.

"Jerome... I don't know how to say this, but I am really sorry for your loss." Adam murmured. (Yea fuck it I know its cheesy get over it I couldn't think of anything else!)

"Its okay...but now its time for the world to know what has happened to Mitch," I said sadly.

I pull out my phone and composed the tweet saying how Mitch died and that it was my fault and that we were dating and all that stuffs.

(Geez I haven't been on Twitter in forever and I'm too lazy to go see what Jerome's Twitter is. I'll just guessXD)

Jerome @JeromeASF

Guys, I know that a lot of people have been wondering where Mitch is at and whats been going on, so this is your answer: Mitch is dead. Yes I know that it seems impossible, that's what I thought when I looked over his dead body and frantically looked for a pulse. I miss him so much, but I don't deserve to miss him because he is dead because of me. I didn't deserve to date him, I didn't deserve anything we did together. I am very sorry about this bad news, but it had to be put out there.

I hit the 'Tweet' button, and instantly I got replies, retweets, and favorites. Who the hell favorites death tweets?

I felt tears threaten to spill, so I just chucked my phone at the wall. Adam sits up and catches it with one hand right before it was supposed to hit.

"Next time, don't throw your phone at the wall," he says as he hands it back to me. I walk out of Adams room, and he trails behind me. I swirl around.

"Can't you leave me the hell alone?!?!?" I shout in his face. I know I have gone too far when I see his face widen with surprise and shock, then it shifts quickly to regret. He runs back to his room, and I hear him slam the door, then I hear the familiar click of the lock being slid into place.

I carefully sneak his door, and being the graceful creature I am, I made no noise as I stealthily made my way to his door. I put my ear on the door, and I hear Adam...crying?

I flatten my ears to my head. Wait, I shouldn't be able to do that!

I hurriedly walked to the bathroom, and flicked on the light. And gasped.

I saw little ears on my head, like little cat ears. My hair even looked shaggier and longer. Then I caught sight of my fingernails. They looked like little jagged daggers, and they were an inch or two longer, and were a shade darker than usual.

Then I understood what was going on.

Mitch's death was causing me to become a hybrid. A hybrid Bacca, that is. That wouldn't be too bad, I thought.

But if Mitch ever came back?

I would be dead meat.

I walked back into the hallway, then I stared at Adam's door, and mentally prepared myself for what was about to come. I inhaled deeply, then I ran while yelling my war cry. I hit the door with my shoulder, and I gasped upon impact.

The door cracked, and I slammed it to the ground easily.

"THE FUCK?!?!" Adam screamed.

"Hello," I said peevishly.

"Don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?" he asked, annoyed.

"Not until four," I replied jokingly.

He grunted and walked out of the room, and taking care not to step on the door. Then I was alone.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Had to write something because I wanted to so dang badly.

I DID IT.

All of you are my Voxels

(No judgin meh plese.)

Weeeeee!

(Shaymin has lost her mind with how much schoolwork she has, and that she likes to write and drag things out. She will post again when she is sane.)