Bonding: A Boyf Riends Fanfiction [Completed]

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~Jeremy's POV~

       I panicked as darkness overtook the world, causing me to stop in my tracks. Multiple people began shrieking, and I joined in. I froze and collapsed to the ground, curling into a ball. From there, chaos broke out. People were screeching and yelling, and I heard frantic footsteps around me. The familiar voices of those I knew were lost in the din, so I couldn't hear them if they tried. People began switching on their phone flashlights, dashing around the pavement. I rocked back and forth, attempting to stay calm.

"Michael?" I called out into the chaos. Obviously, I got no response whatsoever. He was the closest person to me before the lights went out, so maybe he could still find me somehow. After yelling his name for a bit longer, I realized I should change my tactic. Michael was a common name, and I could be calling out to anyone.

"Mell! Mell!" I finally screeched. He would respond to his last name, right?

All I could make out from the weak phone light all around was feet and legs frantically stampeding across the walk, narrowly avoiding stepping on me. I yelled for a little longer, a knot forming in my chest. I felt fearful tears bubbling in my eyes, and I didn't bother to wipe them away. I was too scared and frantic to find anyone that I knew to wipe off a few tears. People were shrieking, sobbing, or both, and it was honestly terrifying.

"Mell?" I called out again, feeling my voice crack. Suddenly, a strong pair of arms swept me off of the ground. It felt like Michael, but the voice paired with it definitely wasn't.

"Get up, you're going to get trampled!"

I felt myself being yanked towards a bench, and I squirmed a bit, the feeling of being controlled filling my body. It was quite uncomfortable, as I had experience with things controlling my actions before.

As we finally reached the bench, I turned to see who my savior was. The figure was tall, only a bit taller than me. From the faint light, I noticed that she wore jean shorts and a blue tank top that read "Girls can game too." She had wavy, auburn hair that puffed in a huge mass on her head, and pale skin that looked soft and comforting. Her eyes were dark brown, a chocolatey color that reminded me of someone. The way she stood signaled that she was a few years younger than me, although she had the face of a 25-year-old. When she spoke, it was honeyed and melodic.

"Do I know you?"

I paused for a moment, then shrugged.

"I don't think so, 'cause I don't know you," I admitted, straining to try and recognize her face. She looked slightly familiar, as if I'd seen her once before. However, nothing came to mind when I looked at her.

"Then, why did you yell for me?" She asked, cocking her head to the side. I gave her a confused and somewhat dumb look, and she explained.

"I'm Mel, short for Melanie," she introduced, holding out her hand. I shook it hesitantly, still a bit confused.

"I called Mell.." I murmured, putting two and two together. She must have thought I was calling her nickname.

"Since this seems to be an accident, why don't we help each other out? We can try to find anyone else that one of us knows, then we can go on from there," she offered. I nodded, barely visible in the flashing lights. I pulled out my phone, switching on its flashlight. There was no service, which was probably why nobody seemed to be calling each other. Mel did the same, glancing towards me and smiling.

"I didn't catch your name," she mentioned, scanning the crowd.

"Jeremy. Jeremy Heere," I responded. She gave me a puzzled look, confused at my last name.