Chapter Six
Jerome’s POV - Canada
I sigh and sit down at the kitchen counter of Rob’s house. He had just led Preston upstairs, to show him his room I suppose. No idea how that is going to work though, Rob only has two bedrooms and I am currently occupying one of them. Probably the best idea I have had today comes to my mind. If Rob puts Preston in my room, I am so saying I have some weird snoring problem. That way Preston and Rob would have to share a room.
I swear sometimes my mind turns into a teenage girl over things like this.
It is good though, my little match maker project will hopefully keep my mind off of Mitch.
Mitch.
Dang it. Stupid brain, bringing up Mitch. I slam my head on the table, which was a really stupid idea, and bring my arms over my head. Where the heck could he be? I really hope he is okay.
When we find him, which we freaking will, I will hold him until he protests, I will tell him that he is the best friend in the world. I will tell him anything he wants to hear.
Before I know it, tears are streaming down my face. Just the thought of Mitch’s name can do this to me. How is that possible? How can one person affect me so much?
Why do I care so much? I know that best friends should worry, but not cry just at the freaking THOUGHT of his name.
Preston walks down the stairs, alone, and notices me crying. “What’s wrong dood?” he asks, probably already knowing the answer.
I shake my head and reply with a simple “nothing.”
“That doesn’t sound like nothing to me, Jerome.” he says, taking a seat beside me.
I start to cry even more, in which I didn’t know was possible.
“Jerome dood, we will find Mitch.” he says. Just as I guessed.
“Yeah.” I say, half-heartily.
“That’s a lame ‘yeah’.” Preston says, the look in his eyes concerning.
I sniffle. “Yeah, I know.”
Preston begins laughing. Why the heck is he laughing at me?
“What?” I ask, generally confused.
“You.” Preston says. I’m still confused as heck. “I just have never seen you so concerned about something.”
Shiz. Preston noticed too. First Rob, now him.
“I-is that a bad thing?” I ask, stuttering.
Preston looks taken back. “What, no! Dood it’s not a bad thing! You just care about Mitch an awful lot.”
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Find Mitch
FanfictionMitch finds himself bound to a chair in an unknown room, his last memory going to sleep the previous night. His hands are tied up with wire behind the chair, and he can barely see. Jerome is supposed to record with Mitch when he finds that he isn’...
