I woke up suddenly, alarmed by the loud thunder and lightning. I let out a yelp and was half scared to death just from the loud sound. I looked around frantically for Jeremy, sitting up. Then I looked down to see him sleeping peacefully beside me, his mouth agape with slight drool dripping out of it. He was snoring lightly. Holy shit, thank god. I smiled in relief and sighed, I had a nightmare of the whole.. bathroom.. fiasco.. again. But I knew in my head that Jeremy was back now, and he was staying forever.
Hopefully.
I wiped some sweat off my forehead and leaned against the headboard, staring at Jeremy. He looked.. kind of adorable. He was cradled to my leg and had his head laying on my thigh, his hair in messy curls, and he had my red patched sweater on. I smiled, counting all of his star-like freckles. I've done it more than a million times, when we have sleepovers and I have nightmares I count Jeremy's freckles. It somehow.. soothes me and puts me to ease, and I fall asleep.
I looked over at the dresser beside Jeremy's bed, rubbing my eyes to adjust to the lighting of the bright red clock. It was 4:07 AM, huh, usually me and Jeremy were still awake by now. My eyes directed towards a blue pen laying on his dresser, and it was like a light bulb just went off in my head. I smirked and grabbed the pen, then turning back over to Jeremy who was still snoring lightly.
I giggled quietly as I began to draw dicks on his face. What? I couldn't help myself!
"Jeremy is going to fucking kill me." I whispered and giggled, continuing to draw them all over his face, not on his acne, though. He is insecure about it and I wouldn't want to risk it getting worse. I finished drawing five or six on his face and backed away, staring at him. I snorted suddenly then quickly covered my mouth, holding back all of my hysterical laughter. He shifted closer to me, tightening his legs around my own leg. Not to mention, he was cradling my leg like a koala.
I put the pen away and laid back down, Jeremy being pushed down the bed a bit more since he had his body wrapped around my leg, taking most of the blanket with him. But I didn't care, I didn't have the heart to move Jeremy anyways. I blushed and smiled, look down at him. What If I just.. kissed his head? I'm sure he wouldn't mind.. He Isn't awake, anyways.
I leaned down and kissed his tangled hair softly. Jeremy hummed happily and cuddled closer to me, I blushed and smiled, moving around a bit to make myself comfortable.
(time skip to morning)
I rubbed my eyes, trying to open them but instantly blinded by a bright light. I cursed and rolled over onto my stomach, stuffing my face into a pillow.
"Why is it so briighhtt.." I groaned into the pillow, I heard a familiar giggle. I looked up to see Jeremy sitting up in the bed, staring down at me, smiling. But then I noticed his face.. I burst out into hysterical laughter, rolling over onto my back and holding my stomach. Jeremy gave me a perplexed face.
"Why are you laughing?" He chuckled, I continued to laugh loudly. I reached over to my dresser and grabbed my phone, going on the camera app.
"Oh my god, I'm taking a photo of this." I giggled and snapped a photo of him, I turned my phone around to face him and let him look at it.
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He studied it carefully, before gasping and grabbing a pillow, hitting me with it aggressively.
"Asshole!" Jeremy frowned like a five year old as he continuously hit me with the pillow, I continued to laugh hysterically. I got up and ran to the middle of the room, giggling like a 5 year old.
"I'm gonna kill you!" He shouted and began to get up. I stuck my tongue out at him as I ran out of the room, him chasing after me. We both ran up and down the hallway and then down the stairs to be faced with Mr. Heere on the couch, reading a newspaper.
"Good-!" He seen Jeremy chasing after me as we circled around the kitchen island.
"..Morning?" Mr. Heere chuckled in a confused manner. I ran over to him.
"mR. HEERE YOUR SON IS TRYING TO KILL ME!" I scrambled next to him, hiding myself behind him.
"yOU STARTED IT, lOOK WHAT HE DID TO MY FACE!" Jeremy pointed at his face, Jeremy's dad stared at him, but then only seconds later also burst out into laughter. Jeremy groaned and crossed his arms.
"It's not funny! He wrote on my acne!" He pouted.
"Did not!" I said, standing up.
"Did too!" He stomped his foot.
"Did not!"
"Did-!"
"Woah, woah.. Okay, boys.." His dad stood in the middle of us, I stuck my tongue out at Jeremy as he did it mockingly back. (just a little reminder, they are running around with only boxers on. michael has a t-shirt, and jeremy has michaels sweater on. continue.)
There was a moment of silence, before Mr. Heere smirked.
"Go wrestle in the front yard." He chuckled, I gave Jeremy a competitive look.
"Oh, it's on, Mell!" Jeremy giggled as he chased me out to the front yard, both of us stumbling down the stairs and onto the grass. I flopped down onto the grass, tripping as Jeremy straddled me and began to tickle me. Not again! I broke out into fits of giggles as he tickled my hips, trying to scramble out of his weight. We got a few weird stares from the neighbours, but we didn't care.
"What are you two doing?" Christine yelled from her balcony, she was in her bunny PJs.
"Michael drew dicks on my face!" Jeremy yelled, still keeping his eyes on me as he tickled me. We did a few rolls along the grass but ended up in the same position. I continued to laugh like crazy, almost waking the whole neighbourhood up.
