Where Were You? (Merome)

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So my first fanfic yeah. Hope you guys like it I'm a terrible writer though don't be looking for any pro status stuff alright? Got it? Okay let's start.

~Mitch's POV

I woke up with a loud scream. Instantly I covered my mouth and poked my head out of my bedroom door to make sure I didn't wake anyone up. If I did, all of Team Crafted would've never let me hear the end of it. After a few minutes I calmed down assuming that if anyone WAS awake, that they would have came to bust me already. I sighed and thought about my latest nightmare.

~Dream~

I was running. It was pitch black and I was chasing something, or someone? I didn't know. All I knew was that if I didn't find them, that life wouldn't be worth living anymore. Nothing else would matter. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain, an excruciating pain in my stomach and look down to see the metal blade of a knife in my stomach. Before my vision blackens I catch a glimpse of my murderer. It was Jerome.

~End~

This dream was something that I thought of a lot. Honestly who killed me each time was completely random. Once it was Ty, once it was Mom, another time it was a pedestrian I walked by on the street! I don't know why this one scared me so much though, I mean I know my bacca would never do that to me, right? "Mitch?" Startled, I glanced at the figure at my bedroom door.

"Uhm hey Jerome, what's up?" I tried not to sound too freaked, that dream was still fresh in my mind.

"Are you okay? I heard a scream..." Dang his sleepy voice is so cute... Wait what?! I'm his friend! What am I thinking?!

"Nah I'm f-fine, just h-head on back to sleep." Crap, I think he noticed my stuttering.

"Are you sure Mitch?"

"Yeah I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"Alright then, see you in the morning Biggums."

"See ya."

Whew, now that he's gone my head has gone back to normal. I really don't know what I was thinking back there. I'm not gay or bi, and even if I was, liking my best friend? That is really messed up and just so WRONG! If I liked him that way, then our friendship would basically be over, and if not, then super awkward. No. I don't like him in that way.

I feel a warmth from the direction of the window and I look to see the sun coming up. Glancing at the time, I see the time: 5:30. Wow I have been sitting here for an hour? Jeez talk about blanking out. I lay down on my bed, pull up the blankets and fall back into a peaceful sleep.