~Jeremike~

Chapter 37

"Hey, Jer, foods here."

"I can see." I say getting up and walking to Mike. He hands me my food which was 10 chicken nuggets and medium sized fries."Thank you." I sit back on the couch and continue watching AOT. It was episode 13, and it was of course the saddest part.

"No! Marco!" I yell. Jean found Marco in a alleyway, dead. (I cried so hard at that part) Tears streaming down my face. Mike set his food down and sat next to me placing his arm around me.

"Jer, it's not real." Mike says.

"I know, but.... You wouldn't understand." I wipe the tears off my face. Mike grabs the control and changes the t.v. I had calmed down and I started to eat the nuggets.

"Oh, Vincent and Scott came earlier today. I think Vincent proposed to Scott cause he had a ring on his finger."

"Really? Well we should call them so they can come over." I suggested.

"I think it would be uncomfortable because I kinda opened the door when I was... naked."

"Why would you do that?"

"I dunno... I was just getting up."

"Okay." I felt like vomiting again, "I'm going to use the bathroom, I'll be right back." I get up and run to the bathroom. I lift up the toilet seat. The hot substance quickly going up my throat, soon it came out like a waterfall. Mike quickly ran to the bathroom.

"Jer, are you okay?"

"What do you think?" I ask, my tone had a hint of anger, "Can you leave me alone?"

"Okay..." Mike replied with sadness in his tone, "Sorry." Mike walks out his head hanging low. A pang of guilt rises in my chest. 'I'm so terrible.' I think as I get up and look for a towel. I look in a cupboard and find... pregnancy test? I grab it and it wasn't used. 'Guess this is from when Doll was here.' I ended up taking it, and just as I thought there were two lines. I smile in happiness, I grab the towel that was under the test and wipe my mouth. I exit the bathroom with the positive test. I walk back to the couch my food now cold. Mike was no where to be seen. I finish up my cold food and look for Mike.

"Mike? Mike?" I say aloud. I walk into our bedroom and there sat Mike looking at something on his phone. "Mikey..." I get no reply. "Mike, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. I walk towards him and get on the bed with him. "Here.." I pass him the test. He grabs it, his eyes widen, a smile spreads across his face.

"This is great..." His smile faded away, his face now serious , "I'm not letting anyone hurt you this time."

"And I'll make sure to stay out of trouble."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Two weeks later + Mike's P.O.V

Jeremy has been complaining about his stomach hurting like hell, he is vomiting a lot. And yet he still refuses to go to the doctors. I tell him we should go, but he is scared that his uncle or father will be there. I guess I will just have to trick him, I want to go because what if there is more than one? I walk into the living room where Jeremy was laying on the couch, he was staring up to the ceiling.

"Jer, can we go to the store?"

"For what?" He asked a bit annoyed. Oh, and did I mention that he was having a lot of mood swings? No? Well he is, in one moment he can be happy then he can be sad little puppy. But can I blame him? No.

"I just want to see what they have there. And I also need a new toothbrush."

"Fine." He swings his legs off the couch and heads to the room. 'Yes he bought it.' He walks out with a oversized jacket. "Lets go."