Split personality (JereMike)

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Jeremy's PoV

I walk into my home, seeing my mom standing in the kitchen, she's preparing dinner for our guest, I decide to help right away.

"He-Hey, mom." I greet quietly, a small smile on my face.

"Hello, Jere." Momma turns to me, a more brighter smile tracing her lips perfectly.

"Do-do you ne—ed any help, or—" I trail off, knowing if I were to finish the sentence then I would just fucking stutter more than I already am.

I raise a brow as I shuffle my shoes off, putting my bag on the couch in the living room.

"Oh, no, I've got it, you go on ahead and wait in your room or something." I nod and walk up the stairs to go take a shower.

As I get in my room I check the time, it's about 5:30pm and our guest is most likely gonna show up around six, so I go and take a quick shower.

I take out a pair of jeans and baggy sweatshirt.

Once I have appropriate yet comfortable clothes I go into the bathroom.

I stare at myself in the mirror, my neck covered in light purple and red marks, that bite mark is still very present and I can't help but blush, I met my own eyes, they're emerald right now.

Though it probably won't last long, I myself don't usually get control for long when I slip into either headspace, right now I'm in neither and just my normal fucking self, a sigh escapes me as I get undressed.

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When I'm done I dry myself down and slip into my clothes, walking into my room while I towel dry my hair.

I take my phone out and check the time again.

It's 6:05, so I head down the stairs and see my mom just setting the food down on the middle of the table.

I help take the plates out and set them down on the table, the silverware already being set perfectly by my momma.

((Another thing; "normal" Jeremy says 'momma', uhh, I guess "bdsm headspace" Jeremy says Samantha more, but will call her mom when told, "little space" Jeremy just says mom, or mommy.))

"Whe-when will the—ey be—" I'm cut off as the doorbell rings and  momma goes to get it, I sit down at the table, fidgeting since I don't know who it will be.

"Hello, Dan, Chica, Junior." I perk up as I hear the name, my little space creeping up on me and I let it.

"Chi—chicy?" I say looking over to the dining room entrance to see Chica, another guy and her dad I guess.

"Hey, darlin!" Chica says as she enters, waving her hand politely.

Chica's in my home!

I let out a squeal as I stand up to go hug her, she laughs as she hugs back.

Her short blonde hair is brushed back while she wears a yellow plaid shirt and and white tights, her heels match her shirt.

"You two know each other?" Mommy asks, I nod happily and take a seat, Chica seating beside me.

"Ye-yeah, she's Mi—Mikey's friend, that's h-how I met her." I say, looking to the other guy and her dad questionably.

"Oh, Jere, this is my dad, Dan and my brother, Junior." I nod and wave to them, then retreat back to my shyness.

"Ah, this is my son, Jeremy, he's quite shy, but if he gets used to you he won't be very shy." My face heats as my mom talks to the two guys in the house.