Heyyyyy~ KayKay Mari here with the #merome feels~
A laughing young pair of friends runs through the rain, the shorter of the pair running up to a house, unlocking the door and flopping on the couch.
"Mitch, what are you doing?"
The taller of them asked, shutting the door and shakes his head, drops of water flying.
"Laying down, what didya think, Jerome?"
Mitch said, hanging his wet brown hair off the couch.
"Well, I has a idea." Jerome say and starts tickling Mitch's somacth.
"Ah! Stop-" Mitch laughs. "-tickling me!"
He rolls off the couch, a good foot of the floor, banging his head. "Owww.." He mutters.
Jerome was shocked, and picked up his cold, hurt friend.
"Why are you carrying me?" Mitch asked as Jerome carried him upstairs.
"You are hurt." Mitch rolled his eyes.
Jerome lays him on the bed upstairs, going back downstairs.
Mitch's soft voice stops him. "Don't leave."
Jerome turns around, seeing a sleepyish Mitch, who had a hand stretched towards him.
Jerome rushed over, knowing full well why Mitch was sleepy. Usually, if you hit your head, you shouldn't sleep for a while.
Jerome smiled at Mitch, and opened his mouth to say something. "I love you, Mitch..."
Mitch looked up, his sleepy brown eyes wide. "I love you too."
Mitch crawled into Jeromes lap, laying his head on his chest. Jerome kissed his still wet hair. Soon, he heard snoring. "Mitch?"
Mitch was asleep, on his chest. He just moved Mitch they could lay side-by-side. "Goodnight, my little warrior." Jerome mumbled into a pillow.
In the morning, Jerome felt Mitch beside him, but couldn't hear his gentle breathing.
"Mitch?"
Mitch didn't stir.
"MITCH?!" Jerome panicked, shaking him violently.
He put a ear to his chest. Silence.
"Why did I let you go to sleep, Mitch?"
Jerome started to cry, putting his hands over his face and sobbing loudly.
Okay, for those of you who didn't understand, Mitch died of a concussion. If you hit your head, do not fall asleep. Baiii Doods~