Bonding: A Boyf Riends Fanfiction [Completed]

•~twenty-four~•

~Michael's POV~

       I paced nervously around my room, fidgeting with the straps of my hoodie. Melanie should have been back by now, everything had turned out alright. I'd managed to get the original, unedited photo from the mysterious person who I still wasn't quite sure I could trust, and everything seemed alright. However, I still couldn't forget something they said to me:

+1-836-867-5309: For all of tomorrow, you can't go near your sister. It's for your own safety.

       I couldn't figure out why it would be dangerous for me to go near Melanie. I mean, she was my sister! I couldn't just ignore her; that would be plain rude.

       My thoughts were interrupted as a harsh knock sounded at my bedroom door. Thankfully, the stranger had given me instructions on how to fix it, so now I could enter and exit easily.

       "It's open!" I called, and Melanie poked her head in.

       "Uh, Michael? We have a slight problem," she croaked exasperatedly. I cocked my head, and she opened the door completely. In her arms was the unconscious body of Jeremy, who looked pale and halfway up the stairway to heaven.

       "Oh my God.." I whispered, realizing that we might have been too late. I stumbled over and touched his colorless face, desperately willing away my tears.

       "He h-hit his head p-pretty hard, I d-don't know what t-to do," she stammered, on the verge of crying. I pressed my ear to his chest, and thankfully, I heard a faint heartbeat from within. I helped Mel carry him over to my bed and set him down, then I proceeded to tuck him under the heavy covers and set a pillow under his head.

"How d-did..?" My voice caught in my throat before I could continue, but Mel got the message.

"I g-gave him the s-soda, b-but he s-started t-to thrash around a-and I d-didn't know w-what t-to do!" She wiped her eyes quickly, unable to block the steady stream of tears falling down her face. "H-He hit his head, a-and th-then he w-went l-limp!" I side-hugged her and sniffed, staring sadly at the limp body in my bed.

"Sh-should we call s-someone?" I asked, watching as his chest rose and fell shakily. She shook her head from side to side, her long hair swishing around her chiseled face.

"I t-tried to, b-but why w-would they b-believe us? He's a-at our house, h-he has no m-memory of c-coming here, and I-I practically d-drugged him w-with whatever that s-soda was and a-abducted him!" She cried, looking like a movie star in a drama film. She did have a point, I realized, and it was going to be a real awkward situation when he woke up.

       "W-well, what d-do we do?" I sat down on the edge of the bed, running my hands through my hair anxiously. Melanie copied my movement out of habit, and we both sat silent in the tense silence. I looked over at Jeremy's pale face, feeling myself cry harder at just the sight of him. His old Squip scars were inflamed and swollen, as if they'd been revisited by the tyrant. His entire face was drained of color, and if his eyes were open, they would have been dull and lifeless. It seemed like a miracle that he was even still breathing.

       Melanie and I exchanged worried looks as a whimper escaped Jeremy's mouth, the pitiful sound swimming in my ears. I had always known that Jeremy would have bad dreams if he fell asleep after something bad, and it always pained me when I couldn't help. I crawled over to his side and curled up next to him, wrapping my arms around him and stroking his hair. He cuddled into my arms, whining fearfully again and looking to be on the verge of tears. Seeing him cry made me cry, and I hugged him close to my chest to try and chase away my tears. I was unable to, however, and I simply pressed my forehead against his and let out my feelings.