Split personality (JereMike)

Meet Alyona

*Jeremys_POV*

I had went to my place to take a shower, while I did I had cooked my mom some breakfast before she got up, she didn't work until eleven, and we had all got up and ate around eight, odd for a weekend, I know.

I left a note to tell my mom I cooked for her and hoped she liked the dinner I had made last night.

Then told her I would be out until me and Mike got back.

I had decided that I would tell her about my relationship with Mike when I got home, which would be tonight because I had home work and so did Mike, but we had different subjects.

I came back out the front of the house, a pink long sleeved sweatshirt(not a crop top this time), and some white skinny jeans, along with pink high tops.

I didn't hide the hickeys, Mike had told me not to cover them up, says he "doesn't want anybody else to get their filthy hands on me" in his own words.

I knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer, it opens to reveal Greg, he's still not changed for the day, I force back a grimace.

I hate to bring it up now, but I am a big germaphobe.

"H-hey." I say awkwardly, looking away from him.

"Oh, uhm...Mike!" He calls, I hear Mike rush in and Greg gets out of his way while Mike looks down at me.

"Hey, baby." He grins, holding out his helmet to me.

I take it with a small grin tugging at my lips.

I lean up and peck his lips before turning and walking towards the motorcycle.

Mike right behind me, he climbs on and puts his helmet on while I put mine on before I get on the bike.

"Hold on tight." He manages to say through the helmet, I nod and squeeze him around the torso.

We drive for what seems like an hour, and maybe it was, but once he stops I realize we're at a park, I climb off and take the helmet off slowly, looking at the park in excitement.

"We're going to wait for some people to show up, did you want me to push you on the swings?" I jump on him and giggle.

"Yes, please daddy!" I hear him chuckle, I pull back and peck his cheek.

"I will tell you the rules while we wait, but these are going to be the public rules. I don't want my baby getting out of hand while we are here with the people I'm talking about." I nod, rubbing my hands together, excitement still bubbling up in my stomach like butterflies.

"Rule number one; always listen to daddy." That ones obvious, I'd listen to daddy anyway.

"Rule number two; don't talk back to daddy or others." I know.

"Rule number three; respect me and others." I kind of thought it would be respect him and him only, but that's alright.

"Always call me daddy, unless I say otherwise." I blush, smiling up at him.

"And the rest of the rules are better to say at home then in public." I pout, cheeks heating up even more at the thought of it.

"But, daddy..." I whine, pouting even more, I grab his hand and tug at it.

"No pouting, baby. We're in public." I let out a huff but stop pouting and run over to the swings.