A/N HEYYYYYYOOOOO so... It's been a few... Months... Hehehe... Yeah... I AM SO SORRY FOR ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY LIKED THIS CARP. ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY LIKED THIS FISH, YES I MEANT TO TYPE THAT. TRUST ME, I'M A DOCTOR. To be honest, I lost all motivation to do anything. I'm just not wanting to do anything. But I WILL WRITE THIS AD PROBABLY DELETE IT. OK SORRY
(JUST AN FYI THAT THIS WILL BE SHORT AND TERRIBLE SINCE I HAVEN'T WROTE A FANFICTION IN LIKE MONTHS WHICH IS MY OWN FAULT HOLY SHIT THIS IS GONNA BE LONGER THAN THE STORY) I'LL TRY TO HURRY THE STORY ALONG AND MAKE THE LOVE HAPPEN. LEGIT THE SHITTIEST CHAPTER I EVER WROTE.
(JAYROME'S POV)
It's been two days of sitting around, recording videos, and watching terrible old movies. But the day has finally come that we're going to the Team Crafted house (k so SHUDDUP I know they're as dead as a fish gutted by a grizzly bear. *sigh* such a disappointment child. But I made this when they were together and I don't wanna change it because it's happier when they were together. Yay happiness). We are going to catch the 7:15 flight (pm. I don't know why it's so late), and now it is around 6:00. We're already packed to go to LA, so now all that's left for us to do is wait. Mitch and I are playing Minecraft, as usual. We recorded a lot of videos these few days, which the fans seemed to have enjoyed.
"Mitchhhhhhh?" Mitch turns to me.
"Yezzz Jayromeee?"
"I'm HUNGWEEEEY!"
"Okay, what do you want me to do about it?"
"FEED MEEEE!" I jumped out of my chair an jumped up and down.
"Fineeee. What do you want?"
"Hmm... Can I have your famous poutine?" (Shuddup he can cook poutine I don't know if he does I'm not a stalker)
"But the cheese curds take so long!" He dramatically sighs and throws his hands up in the air. He never bothers doing his hair, yet he still manages to look absolutely irrestiable. What was I doing? Oh yeah. I gave Mitch the cutest pouty face I could manage.
"FINE! But only because you're cute when you make that face," he says quickly then gets up. I feel my face heat up. Stop fangirling, Jerome. It's just Mitch. Yeah, just Mitch.
(TIME-SKIP ABOUT 30 MINUTES TO WHEN THE POUTINE WAS DONE COOKING WOW A LOT OF THIS FANFIC IS ABOUT FOOD)
After Mitch poured the poutine onto both of our plates, my mouth was already watering. I snarfed the poutine down in about five minutes. (A/N poutine is amazing). I set down my fork and looked up at Mitch. I noticed he wasn't eating, just moving his food around on his plate.
"Um, Mitch? Aren't you hungry?" He looks up from his now-mashed potatoes and cheese curds.
"Not really." Mitch? Not hungry? Is this some kind of nightmare?
"But poutine is your favourite."
"I'm just... Worried, I guess."
"About what?"
"I-I don't know. I guess I just don't want them to talk about..." His voice trailed off (you probably said that in like all of your chapters, you illiterate turtlewhopper).
"By 'them' you mean Team Crafted?" He barely nods.
"Don't worry about that dood, I didn't even tell them."
"You promise?" I extend my arm and show him my pinky.
"Pinky."
"Just because we touch pinkies, that means I can trust you?"
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Putting the Pieces Together
FanficJerome and Mitch are best friends, who would do anything for each other. Anything. When something tragic happens to Mitch, Jerome takes action, helping his best buddy. But will they become more than just buddies? Will this story have a happy ending...
