The Other Security Gaurd

Chapter 6

Wow, I left you there fangirling in fluffiness, haha yes.
I'm losing ideas please help.
{Jeremy POV}
I woke up on someone's couch. (fluffy like a pony) I honestly started scratching my head .. And got up.. It was Saturday now.. Break. From That child play of a place. Where the hell am I?
{Mike POV}
Okay, so the kid is sleeping on the couch. I am just shopping. I hope he's not confused.. I didn't want to leave him there so, I locked the knife drawers.. I know I'm as overprotective as a mother. Well, I just care about him. I don't want him to get hurt.. And also through the ropes in my room. And locked the door. Mike, your going to far.. Haha yes I know. I'm like an over protective mom as I said. And also, I just don't like seeing people like him to get hurt.. And bullied. And I just don't want to have the anxiety AGAIN... I was having head aches all day.
Jesus, I swear I look like such a mom right now, I can't. As I was thinking so much, I bumped into a fruit stand, I quickly put all the fruit back up and paid.. Fast...
{Jeremy POV}
I went back to sleep, because I had no memory of what had happened the mad night before this long one.. Then someone opened the door. "Hey Jeremy! I got some dinner" (he rly sounds like a mom y) Yeah.. I was asleep by that time. He nudged me. I woke up and was yawning.
"Kid, wake up!" Now he rly sounds like a mom omg why.
"Jeremy!"
"Jere?"
"M-Mike I j-just f-fricken w-woke up.."
You: is the author high?
Me: no.
"Ok, then go back to sleep, without dinner."
"N-no!!"
"Eat your dinner, then."
*facepalm* "can't-t you just-t put-t-it in the freezer-r?"
"No, it would be cold, smart ass."
"You-u have a-a microwave M-Mike."
"Its steak."
"S-Still."
"I'm setting it up now.."
"A-And I'm going to sleep."
"No you aren't, asswhole I cooked something" (btw he's being sarcastic jere knows that 2 k)
"Y-Yes"
"No, wake up."
"F-Frick the p-police, I'm sleeping."
"I'm not the police."
"*fake sleeping*"
"Jeremy wake up its cold now."
"F-frick you!!!"
"No. That's gross."
"W-what t-the?!?"
"N-not that!!!"
*facepalm*
"You know what, just eat dinner for Christ's sake."
"I-I'm n-not h-hungry."
"Yes you are."
"N-no."
-mimicking- "y-yes, m-Mike I a-am h-hungry, I-I'm j-just t-tired."
"I-I d-don't s-stutter t-that m-much!!"
"Oh rly?"
*takes tape recorder out*
*facepalm and blushing*
See? Look.
"U-uh.. E-EDITED!! I-I c-call EDITED!!"
"I don't even have an editor. Truth is you stutter all the time"
"W-when t-the h-hell d-did t-this b-become a t-truth conversation? W-when d-did this e-even t-turn I-into a c-conversation."
"When you said frick you."
"W-what?"
"Mike, I stutter to much and I-I k-know t-that."
"S-shut u-up."
"Not until you eat dinner.."
"I-I c-can't e-even.."
"Eat your goddamn dinner."
"No-Not u-until y-you shut u-up."
"My lips are sealed."
"M-Mike y-your s-supposed t-to s-say t-that w-when y-you k-keep a s-secret."
"....Yeah...."
"Eat your dinner"
"A-Are you my m-mom"
"Maybe"
"Okay, I'm going to eat now."
*takes bite*
"Is t-that enough?"
"no."
"Hey Jeremy repeat after me."
"O-okay?"
"Rule: you can't stutter"
"Okay."
"I like cats and dogs and mice and rats and everything"
"I like cats and d-dogs... *sigh* your right okay."
"I-I s-stutter all t-the t-time."
*laughing in da distance*
"I told you."
"God d-damnit"
"I'm e-eating now."
"OMG JEREMY YOU ONLY STUTTERED ONCE IN THAT SENTENCE!"
"A-and?"
*gives cookie*
"And you ate!!"
"A-and t-that m-matters how?"
"I shut up! :D"
"T-that doesn't m-matter I-it matters I-if I eat m-my d-dinner right?"
"No"
"..."
"W-why?"
"Just matters if your okay, and happy."
"Okay."
Shh.. It's okay. I'm not getting too fluffy until they get to know each other
Shhhh >*<