Where Were You? (Merome)

Chapter 5

Jerome's POV:

Crap. CRAP! Why did I say it like that? Mitch thought I rejected him! That face he gave me before he left... It was so hurt and sad. No matter what, I think that face will haunt me if I don't work this out. Running out of the room I dash outside and hop into my car ignoring the calls of my friends. Cruising around I look around at the places that Mitch could have ran to. Suddenly I hear a honk and screeching tires and the world goes black.

Adam's POV:

I just watched Jerome run out the house after Mitch. Ty and Jason tried to stop him, but he just drove away. Wouldn't blame him. If I was looking for Ty or something, I would want to look for him alone. Still, Ty's straight. I watch Ty and Jason come back in with frustrated looks. Man, his face looks so cute when he's mad. Saying he's tired he heads up into my room. Yeah, he's staying in my room because something fell on his bed, a spider or something and he's scared to sleep there. He's just using the blow up mattress we had in the basement.

"Adam?"

Startled, I look up into Ty's dark eyes. He has that kind of sleepy look to him which makes me blush. Trying to hide it, I stand up and turn slightly sideways so he can't see my face.

"Yeah?"

"Can I borrow a blanket?"

"Just use mine."

"Thanks."

He plods up the stairs and into my room. After a little bit I leave Jason watching TV on the couch and head up into my room as well. I see Ty sleeping and cuddling with my blanket. It was so cute. Kneeling down next to his sleeping figure I run my fingers through his soft hair. I kiss him softly on the forehead and am about to leave the room when I see my phone start to vibrate on my bedside table. Slipping around Ty I look at the caller number. The police. Picking up the phone, I listen to what I know I will be hearing.

"May I speak to Adam?"

"Speaking."

"We have called to inform you that your friend Jerome Aceti has been in a terrible car accident."

"Is he alright?!"

"He is in the hospital right now, you may visit him in about an hour."

"Thank you, Goodbye."

"Bye."

Whoever did this to Jerome is going to pay.

Mitch's POV:

I'm lying on my stomach. Dangling my arms over the ledge, my eyes looking at the long drop below. How easy would it be to just jump? To just end all this pain right now, at this very moment. Then I think about how old I am. 19. Estimating, I have so much time left to live. Killing myself over this is dumb, dumb as my crush on Jerome. My heart breaks when I think of him again and a wave of pain courses through me. Sighing, I stand up, my feet at the edge. Then, I feel a pair of thin hands grab me back.

"Dude, what are you doing?!"

I look into the eyes of a boy about my age. He had dark brown eyes that made me feel warm inside, pale skin, and a slim figure. Looking at him, I felt my insides flutter. No joke, I didn't know why, but his look made me blush. He blushed too and let go of me.

"What's your name?"

"Name's Jake. What about you?"

"Mitch. How'd you find this place?"

"I come here all the time. How did you find this place?"

"Just came across it."

"Thats cool. Want to hang out here sometime?"

"Alright. Tomorrow around noon alright?"

"Yep."

He smiled then, the most beautiful smile ever besides Jerome. Grabbing a piece of notebook paper from his pocket he wrote something on it and handed it to me. Looking at it I saw it was a phone number. He yelled

"Call me sometime!" Before running away back into the woods.

Looking over the edge, the thought of suicide no longer enveloped me. Maybe I didn't need Jerome after all.