I Swear I'm Not Insane (Jeremike)

Taking in the New Lifestyle

~3 Weeks Later~

Mike opened the door and gestured for Jeremy to step inside before him. "I r-really still can't thank you e-enough Mike, after all I'm n-not the best roommate..." he said as he pulled a duffel bag over his shoulder into Mike's apartment.

"It's fine Jeremy, really. You don't have to keep thanking me." Jeremy nodded and walked into the living room. "I like your place though. It f-feels...cozy." Mike sat of the couch and scoffed. "It's a bedroom, living room, kitchen and bathroom with a some furniture here and there. Honestly, there are way better houses than this."

Jeremy shrugged. "I don't know. I just meant that for the first t-time in a while...started has started to show me k-kindness and all." Even the word 'kindness' felt strange to Jeremy. He couldn't possibly remember the last time he had said that word to someone.

"Anyway, do you have much stuff where you live? Like any large furniture? 'Cause I don't really where all of that would go..." Mike trailed off. Jeremy shook his head. "I don't have t-that much stuff. Just a few small p-peices of furniture is all."

Mike just noticed that Jeremy was still standing in front of him, almost looking afraid to move in case of breaking something. "You seem a bit tense. Try to calm down a bit, you're not going to do any damage." Jeremy faced him and nodded quickly, and plopped down on the seat next to him.

They both sat there in silence, unsure of what to say. They glanced at eachother quickly, making Jeremy's face flush once again due to embarrassment. Mike pretended to cough. "Anyway...ugh. A few days ago I picked your car up from the pizzeria, in case you were wondering. And boss said you can return once you've recovered." Jeremy nodded and looked at his lap. "I guess I'll...go make dinner." Mike said, and almost rushed out of the deathly quiet room.

Jeremy felt uncomfortable after that. Could Mike really not stand Jeremy that much, to the point that he can't even be in the same room as him? He hated feeling like such a screw up. He sighed and looked up at a clock that was above the TV. It read 7:00pm, and the sun had almost set completely.

He started to take in the more define details of the living room, after sitting there with his own thoughts as his only company for around ten minutes. The small window gave almost a perfect view of the rising moon, as its light eliminated across the city. Beside the window was a bookshelf with barely any books, which wasn't much of a surprise to Jeremy. Mike was never the type of guy to have time to read a whole book, almost the complete opposite of Jeremy. That was one of his only hobbies. There were a few boxes however on the highest shelf, which started to get Jeremy curious to what was in there.

"Jeremy! Dinner's ready." Mike called out breaking his line of concentration on the relatively sized room. The kitchen was a bit smaller, but was still much bigger than Jeremy's own. "I didn't really know what you liked to eat, so I tried to make something pretty basic." Mike said handing him a bowl of Mac 'n cheese. Jeremy smiled. "Well, you did pretty well since you guessed my favourite food." Mike sighed in relief. "Good, now let's eat. I'm freaking starving."

They both ate at a small table next to the kitchen with a few chairs, and surprisingly enough, they both managed to have a conversation started between them both. They talked about each other, and what they enjoyed doing and such. Mike made sure not to say anything that may cause Jeremy to "flip" again, and stayed on the topic of his experiences at the pizzeria. "It's not that hard of a job once you get used to it, it's just the stress of knowing what could happen to you if you're not careful that can cause you to mess up." Jeremy was taking in every word, making sure to pay attention just in case it may help when he went back to the night shift.

However, he suddenly changed the topic. "Hey Mike, what's in those boxes on the bookshelf in the living room?" Mike paused. Did Jeremy say something wrong? Was it something personal? (It's a dick in a box....) "S-Sorry Mike, you don't have to answer that I-if you don't want-"
"It's just a few photo albums. Nothing to worry about." He quickly answered with.

A silence once again fell upon them.

Mike realised his change of attitude and attempted to recollect himself. "Yeah, just photo albums. It's not that exciting." Jeremy nodded.

"A-Anyway...I'm finished so if you want me to, I can wash the dishes." Mike shook his head.
"Jeremy you're the guest. I'll wash the dishes." He said as he quickly took the bowl out of his hands. He was stopped in his tracks however by Jeremy's stepping in front of him. "No really Mike. It's the least I could do." He once again swiped both the bowls out of Mike's hands and walked towards the kitchen sink.

Mike smirked.

He ran towards Jeremy and put his arms around him, grabbing the bowls and lifting them over his head so they were out of reach. Mike laughed as he saw Jeremy trying to grab them off of him. "Really Mike, I think I should be the one to-"

"But you're a guest here! It wouldn't be right be right if I made you-"

"But I volunteer of course, so it's completely different."

Mike suddenly realised something and lowered his arms. Jeremy grabbed the bowls but quickly saw Mike's facial expression. "M-Mike are you okay?" He smiled. "You were just saying whole sentences without stuttering once."

Jeremy shrugged and had a slight smile on his lips. "Y-Yeah, but that isn't r-really-"Mike wrapped his arms around his body and hugged him. "That's the confident Jeremy I want to see more of." Jeremy flushed bright red at Mike's words. "And I'm so glad I've become friends with you."
"F-Friends?" Mike nodded.
"Something tells me you need one of those right now. Hm?" Jeremy shrugged.
"I'm glad we're friends too Mike."

Mike let go of Jeremy and once again, grabbed the bowls off of him. "Now go make yourself comfortable. I'm. Doing. The dishes." Mike said, in a stern but playful voice. Jeremy smiled and nodded, walking back towards the living room.

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"Yeah, sorry that you have sleep on the couch. I didn't really plan on having anyone else stay when I first moved here." Mike said as he passed Jeremy a blanket and a pillow for the night. "I-It's fine, your couch is actually r-really comfy!" Mike yawned as he stretched his arms above his head, and closed the cupboard which held the extra pillows. "I'll see you in the morning Jeremy."
"N-Night Mike." He replied as he saw him walked down the hallway to his room.

Jeremy spread the blanket on top of him and placed the pillow behind his head, closing his eyes. He wasn't kidding when he said the couch was comfy, it really was. It would have been a lot more awkward if Mike didn't have a couch. Heck, he would have had to sleep in the same bed as-

Jeremy's eyes suddenly slammed open at the thought. He brushed the mental image he had in his head away as he tried to fall asleep. What was with him and thinking that? He was staying at someone's house and he randomly gets thoughts of getting all "close" with him? He knew it was weird, but as he slowly drifted to sleep, there was a small part of him thinking being that close to Mike at night wouldn't have been that bad...

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One New Message

You need to get here, now. I have an assignment for you, and you're not going to fail me.

He frowned at the message. He couldn't possibly ignore it. He knew the threats that were made against him. But...

He couldn't possibly kill another person...could he?

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OMG Jeremy and Mike are getting close! :D

The next chapter will be short, as it is explaining the last bit of this chapter with the text message and all.