Jeremike And Yeah

.:Chapter 13 - Panic:.

3rd Person

After that little.. "Confession" they both went home.

When Mike opened the door and looked inside, his stomach dropped. He immediately went over to Mike and Doll's room, but when he did, none of Doll's stuff was there. Mike checked the dresser- nothing. He checked the living room- nothing. Jeremy just followed him curiously.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking over Mike's shoulder. Mike sighed.

"It's nothing. I'll forget eventually." The security gaurd answered, throwing an arm around Jeremy.

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Lol next work day because that's when my idea takes place please just deal with it

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Jeremy and Mike walked into the familiar pizzeria, about ten minutes before their shift. Jeremy had been a little fidgety on the way there, but Mike brushed it off as just some nervousness. he did find him in a suit the day before.

Jeremy however, just didn't feel good. He was nauseous, and was the smallest bit dizzy. Not to mention his racing mind. He would've stayed home, but he didn't want to leave Mike at the god-forsaken pizzeria by himself on a Friday. It would probably make him feel worse to worry about him.

Mike and him sat down and took the flashlight from the desk. Mike looked down at his watch while Jeremy tried to hide the fact that he was nearly trembling. 

"Ten to twelve" He stated, leaning back in the small chair and putting his feet on the desk. Jeremy sat in silence taking slow, deep breaths trying to calm himself. At first, he thought Jeremy was just sighing, but then after two minuets of it, he thought something was wrong. 

"Jeremy, you alright there?" Mike asked, reaching an arm out to Jeremy. That arm was quickly retracted when Jeremy whipped his head up. With the silence, he had forgotten Mike was even there.

"Wha- Y-Yeah. I'm fine just-" Jeremy suddenly paused, that nauseous feeling coming back, "I just have to g to the bathroom. I-I'll be right back." Jeremy said, then took off down the hall. Mike watched in confusion as the smaller guard ran. 

It was a big lie when he said he was fine. As he sat there, leaning over the toilet bowl, staring at the puke, he knew he wasn't fine at all. He was trembling. 

No, not the small shaking you see when someone is cold, or a shiver of fear. Real trembling. For every exhale, a wave of shakes erupted through his entire body. Also, it didn't help that he was dizzy and felt as if he was going to pass out. He scolded himself for not staying home when he had the chance, before he wiped his mouth and stood up. 

Bad move, he thought to himself as he clutched the stall door, trying to regain balance. As he was on his way out the bathroom, he had a pang of terror. He had to get out, and he had to get out now.

By now, you probably think hes going crazy, or few of you might know whats going on. Poor Jeremy didn't know what had happened till after the fact. 

Jeremy stumbled out of the bathroom, just to find Mike there. 

"M-Mike? What are you-" Jeremy asked, clutching the door frame. Mike gripped his shoulders.

"What the hell happened to you?" Mike asked, worriedly looking the gaurd up and down. 

"I-I-I don't know.. B-But Mike-" Jeremy started, but stopped when he felt that terror again.

"Mike, I have to get out of here." He finished, and Mike only looked more worried. He looked down at his watch.

"Jeremy, we only have two minutes till our shift starts, why do you need to-" but Jeremy pushed past Mike. "Hey! Where are you going?" But Jeremy was already running towards the doors. Jeremy tugged on he doors multiple times, only to find them locked.

Jeremy grunted in frustration, and fumbled for his keys attached to his belt loop. He finally held the keys in his trembling hands and tried three times to get the key in the lock before it actually worked. He twisted it and was about to open it, when he heard the chimes signaling twelve. Jeremy pushed on the door quicker, terror bubbling up inside of him faster than he could think. 

Wrong key. He nearly broke the key and he ripped it out of the lock, and jammed the other in there. That time, the door unlocked. A hand was suddenly on his shoulder. Jeremy whipped around to face whoever or whatever was there. 

There stood Mike, looking sorta panicked at how Jeremy was handling all of this. 

"M-Mike! T-The office! I-It's Friday!" Jeremy said frantically, clutching the door handle behind him for balance. 

"Kid, what the hell is wrong?" Mike asked, firmly grabbing his shoulders for the second time that night. The younger guard flinched at the roughness.

"M-Mike I have to get out of here." Jeremy said, as the corners of his vision started to darken. Jeremy started to talk more, but mostly to himself.

"Oh hell no. I am not going to pass out in this damned pizzeria." Jeremy said, his legs weakening.  Mike started dumbfounded. That was the first time he had ever heard Jeremy curse, and it was twice in a row.

Jeremy tore away from the security guard and shoved the door open, running five feet out the door. Then, he collapsed on the ground, vision going completely dark. 

A/N- Lol last chaoter kinda went aginst what you all had suggested...

But suggestions are nice...

So if you can please leave some of those... *wink wonk*