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Merome Fanfic 1, Chapter 1

(OTP, OTP!!!)

JEROME'S POV

The door slammed shut, knocking several wall adornments onto the floor. I sat on my bed in silence, the whole scene that  had just happened replaying in my head.

"JEROME, YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! I WORK MY ASS OFF ALL DAY, COOKING AND CLEANING YOUR HOUSE AND WHAT DO I GET FOR IT? I GET TO BE TREATED LIKE SHIT WHILE YOU LOUNGE AROUND ALL DAY PLAYING YOUR STUPID FUCKING VIDEO GAMES! WELL I'M DONE WITH YOUR SHIT. I'M THROUGH! WE'RE THROUGH!" Alanna's face was streaked with tears. It was red with fury, a strand of blond hair stuck to her cheek with her tears. She had whipped a hairdrier at my cheek and then stormed out. I sat there on the bed in shock. Frozen. Shocked. Confused. What is she talking about? She doesn't clean my house, and I treat her like a queen every night! I gathered enough will to raise my hand to feel my bruised cheek. I cringed at the touch. It was tender and raw. I put my hand back on my lap, still shocked. Listening to the banging closed of cabinets, closets and cupboards and the distinct sounds of objects being tossed into a suitcase.

I reached into a pocket in my shorts and pulled out a tiny cream colored box. Inside was a shimmery emerald ring which I pulled out and turned over and over in my hand. The band was silver with complicated golden detailing.
What did I do wrong? I asked myself. Did I wait too long? Evidently, I had. I was still shocked. I placed the ring carefully back into the box and tucked it into my pocket. And sat there.

I sat there in that still state of shock listening to Alanna gathering her things until my phone buzzed. Mitch was texting me.

Mitch: Jay-Rome mah man, I finished grocery shopping. Tell Alanna we're having pizza 2night if she wants to stay over again, not that I had any doubt that she would, the woman has more clothes at the house than I do

Jerome: Oh. Okay. Just plz hurry home.

That day I needed Mitch to be something more than a friend. It was essential in order for recovery. I just wasn't sure what yet.

I sighed. The shock wouldn't go away, nagging and pulling me in every corner of my very being, alike the nature that belongs to a gnat.

A few minutes later I heard a car motor come and then stop. A car door opened and then slammed shut. A paper grocery bag crinkled in someone's arms. I glanced out the bedroom window that faced the vibrant and blissful Florida sunset. As the screen door hinged open, I could hear two people trying to make their way past each other. Mitch's deep voice rang out.

"Alanna, what's wrong? What's up with Jerome?"

"What's up with Jerome..." Alanna repeated through gritted teeth. "What is up with Jerome... What's up with J- Oh, I'll tell you what's up with Jerome! JEROME IS A DICK. Yup. Have fun." She stormed out the door.

There was a brief silence. Then Mitch set down the paper bags.
"Jerome...?" He searched through the house. "Jerome?"

I remained silent.

"JEROME?" his voice echoed.

The bedroom door creaked open.

"J-Jerome?" He saw me. "Hey. What's wrong with Alanna? She's like really mad."

I still said nothing, but looked into his eyes. They searched my face until resting on my bruised cheek. His soft, warm brown eyes switched from confusion to concern. "What happened? Did Alanna do this?"

I nodded.

"How?"

"Sh-sh-she whipped a hairdrier at me," I stammered.

He sat down beside me and gently brushed my cheek. I flinched.

Mitch went to get an ice pack and helped hold it to my cheek.

LATER...

I walked into the living room, where Mitch sat on the couch staring off into space. I sat down next to him and did the same thing.

It stayed the same for a few minutes until it hit me like a brick wall. She's really gone.

I began to sob loudly, the pain was unbarable. Mitch put his arm around my shoulder and let me sob into his shoulder. It smelled nice, like oakey, nutty basil. I cried until I gathered up enough will to look up into his eyes. I couldn't think. I wouldn't think. My mind was blurry and without thinking I pushed my lips into his.

At first, Mitch was startled. But he didn't pull away. After a while, he got used to the idea and settled into the kiss. It lasted forever. I didn't want it to stop. We came up for air once or twice, but we kept latched onto each other until we slowly made our way over to the bed. I felt more than content.

(IF YOU WANT SEX SCENES THEN COMMENT, I'M JUST NOT GONNA WRITE THEM UNLESS PEOPLE SAY THEY WANT THEM)
Also, I understand that Alanna and Jerome's relationship is not like this, not trying to say anything bad about them, just shipping Merome here :3)