I thought I might continue this series. You know, after Mitch was ok and everything. This is a Pilot Chapter, meaning that if this doesn't launch as well as Forced Together, I might not continue it. So please, if you like it, leave a review, a favorite, show me what you like!
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Chapter 1:
Jerome P.O.V:
I woke up, and was always happy to see Mitch was by my side. He had moved in with me about a month after my 'birthday present', when he proved to me exactly how much he loved me. I sighed in content as I always did in the morning when I saw Mitch's sweet face next to mine, sleeping. He looked so youthful in his sleep. Not that he wasn't always young. The boy was 19, but when you grew up the way Mitch had.. worry, stress, and regret took it's toll on his face, making him appear older. The lines in his face, specifically his forehead and the corners of his eyes, spoke of a rough past, and the dark patches that bloomed underneath his eyes, no matter what he did to try and erase them, told me that many nights for him were sleepless. I secretly feared for him. As happy as he seemed right now, I'd seen him in darker times, and it made me shudder just to think of them. I could tell that any large event could send him flying over the edge, and I was ready and willing to protect him at any cost. I pushed the thoughts aside as I got up gently, as to not disturb him. Today was one of those rare days that Mitch slept later, when I didn't walk into the kitchen to find him at the table, hands wrapped around a coffee mug, staring off into space with a perplexed look on his face as he thought about Notch-knows-what. I put on the coffee and sat down with my phone to read the barrage of possibly drunk texts from Adam and Ty. The two often went to the bar on Friday nights, and last night was no exception as I read them. I put my phone away and began to prepare breakfast. My eyes widened as I watched the large frying pan slip from my grip. I winced, even before it hit the ground, as I prepared for the inevitable. It clattered to the floor with a violent crash.
"Fuck it." I cursed under my breath as I shoved the pan back into the cupboard and sliding two pieces of quiet toast into the toaster as Mitch stumbled into the room, mumbling.
"The hell was that?" He muttered sleepily.
"I dropped a pan. Sorry for waking you." I watched as he poured a steaming mug of coffee.
"Yes?" He asked, turning towards me after noticing my stare.
"You just look cute, is all. Bed hair and all." I winked. He looked at me suspiciously.
"Ok.." He said, eying me warily.
"What?" I asked, putting my hands up in a 'don't know what I did wrong' gesture. He ignored me as he sat at the table. He suddenly groaned and rested his head on the table, covering it with his hands.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, concerned. I crossed the floor quickly to him.
"Just.. tired. Nightmares all night kept waking me up." He shrugged. I knew it was something more than just a plain old nightmare.
"Want to talk about it?" I asked gently.
"No, I don't really remember them." He sounded truthful. I nodded. I wouldn't prod him. He would talk about it when he wanted to. We sat in complete silence until my phone rang, making us jump. The number was new to me.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone.
Mitch P.O.V:
I sat silently, waiting for Jerome to finish talking. I watched as his expression grew from surprised, to concerned, to grim as the other person talked.
"I'll be there." He hung up. His face held the same dark expression.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"Nothing that I want you concerned with." He got up and went to the bedroom, pulling his suitcase from the closet and stuffing it with clothes.
"Where are you going?" I started to get worried. He stopped and walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"That doesn't matter, to you at least. What matters is that you stay here, and take care of the house." He forced a smile, but a terrified look in his eyes told me that I should worry.
"Can you at least tell me when you're coming back?" I sighed.
"Within a few months." He replied.
"A few months?!" I gasped.
"It's something I gotta do. I promise I'll come back." He hugged me. He closed the suitcase and headed towards the door.
"I guess... I'll see you soon." He left. The back of my mind reminded me that that wasn't his normal good-bye, but I turned anyway and walked back into the house.
"Mitch! I forgot something." Jerome turned me around, and I was stunned as he took me into the most passionate kiss that I had ever gotten from him. The kiss in the cave, when we first realized our love for each other, was nothing compared to this. He held the kiss for about 10 seconds before letting go.
"Love you." He whispered, turning and leaving again.
"Love you too." I replied. I watched him leave, and I swore I saw tears falling from his eyes. My mind screamed at me that where he was going, was a dangerous place.
Short Jerome P.O.V:
As I left the house, I was unable to hold back the tears. I was angry that I couldn't bring myself to tell him where I was going, but it was for the best. It was that one thing that would definitely send him flying over the edge. And I wasn't willing to make him do that. I dialed a number on my phone quickly.
"Adam, I need you to tell the group something. Everyone but Mitch." I ordered as soon as he picked up.
A/N:
Dat cliffhanger doe! Where's Jerome going? Who was calling him? Will Mitch and Jerome's relationship survive the next few months?
Find out in the next chapter!
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