Jeremike

6

Mike's POV

I woke up stiffly. I popped my bones and stretched. I got up and checked the time. 10:58. Good. I got dressed quickly, even though I didn't need to rush, and then went to get myself some coffee. I walked into the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot. As I waited, I went over to my old family photo books.

I know I remembered a Jeremy, but I just can't remember where. I plopped down onto the floor and looked through the photo albums. Nothing. Next one. Nothing. That's exactly how it went, I find nothing. Nothing clicked in my mind saying, "Hey! This is it!" instead it said, "Nope. Nothing here."

I sighed and got up. Might as well put the thoughts aside, I'll work my brain too much. I noticed the coffee was done brewing, so I walked over and got myself a cup. I just hope the new guy comes in on time.

Jeremy's POV

I set my alarm to 10:30 and it helped A LOT in my case. I got up and dressed quickly, just because I was worried anything would get me to be late again, and walked to my living room. Nothing interesting on television, so I turned it off. I sighed and slumped into my chair.

I couldn't wait for tonight. I was going to ask Mike what his last name was to see if I knew him. If it's not what I'm thinking, oh well. I waited in my chair until it turned 11:25, then I got into my car and drove off.

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Mike's POV

I was surprised that the new guy came in earlier than me.

"H-hello, Mike." he stammered.

"Hi?" I looked at him oddly and sat down in the chair. I picked up the monitor and got it turned on. I checked the time. 11:50 on the dot. Huh. The new guy learned.

"M-Mike,"

"Hm?"

"Wh-what's your last name. I-if you don't mind me asking."

"Schmidt. Why?" I looked up at him. He stood frozen, staring at me in disbelief.

"D-did you ever like Foxy the Pirate as a k-kid?"

"Yes. Wait... why are you asking me all this?" instead of answering, he took off my cap.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" I asked angrily. Jeremy just stood there. I could swear he's on the verge of tears now. He can see the scars from.... the bite.

"M-Mike... Schmidt..." he trailed off.

"What is it?!" I asked angrily. I was suddenly engulfed into a hug. He was crying, but not the sad type. They were tears of joy.