JereMike: Puppet

Jeremy just stood there, his mind blank on what just happened. Mike just walked past him and didn't even reply properly. He just walked away!

He decided to shrug it off and walked back upstairs and to the room he slept in. He wasn't sure if it's Mike's room or if it's the guest room. Oh well.

Jeremy close the door and took off his shirt, going to the closet for a new set of clothes. He was scanning through hanged shirt when he saw a dress. 'Wait, why would Mike have this?' He ponder. Surely Mike wouldn't invite women in his house, knowing that Doll and him used to be together.

Then it hit him. Jeremy's in Mike's room, since the dress is suppose to be Doll's, only to forgot about it. He gulped. The shirts he'll pull out will probably bigger than him, seeing that Mike's body is much more bigger and built than his.

He didn't have any choice but to grab a random shirt, which was a navy blue button up shirt. When he put it on, buttoning it up until his collar bone, the sleeves are hanging from his hands, the hem on the shirt were touching his thighs.

Jeremy then took his pants off, leaving him just in a shirt and his boxers. He decided to lay back down on he the bed and relax by sleeping.

Meanwhile, Mike sat on the porch step, starring at the grass.

'Why am I being a wimp to him? For fuck sakes, Mike, you're a cocky bastard who's not afraid of some bullshit, why be a chicken now?'

He sighed, placing his head on his hands. Suddenly, a familiar sick voice rang, making him look up at the devil.

"Hey Mikey~" It's Doll.

Mike grunted and glared at her. She was wearing one of his t-shirts, short shorts and a pair of Nike. Her hair was pulled up into a side ponytail and she still have her face caked up with makeup.

"What do you want?"

"Look, Mikey—"

"It's Mike. Don't call me that."

"Alright, Mike. Look, I'm sorry for what I did, okay? I didn't mean to do...that, to other men! I'm still thinking of you, only you, when doing it and even when you're at work."

"No Doll. We're done, fuck off before I do something you'll regret."

"Mike, please just understand, I'm sorry, I really am."

Mike just stood up and grab the hose, turning the tap on as the water started spilling from the hose.

"I'm warning ya'"

"Mike...please.."

Without any other word, Mike pinched the end of the hose. The water squirted straight to Doll's face, making her make up smudged. Mike turned the tap off, smirking.

Doll looked down at her now drenched clothes, sniffing and running away, her loud crying were slowly fading in the distance.

He decided to go back inside. Silence. 'Jeremy must've been asleep.' He sighed, going back to the kitchen. 'Again'

Mike finished his now cold coffee and went upstairs to the guest room. He went to closet and pulled out a random grey shirt and red hoodie, putting them on before heading back outside and downstairs. Maybe a small walk in the park would be nice.

He grabbed his wallet and keys before heading outside the house, smirking at the small puddle he made earlier. Letting out another sigh, he then headed to the park to try and clear his mind.

(Hey guys! Sorry for the very short chapter and such, it's just that things have been stressful for me and I'm actually hoping to win in a convention's t-shirt competition and stuff. I also been having writer's block so I apologise.) 

(Ps. Smut's happening soon >:D )