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"Here," Mike said, handing a purple colored cup to Jeremy, "drink this. You'll feel better."

Jeremy frowned, but took the cup nonetheless, sipping from it enthusiastically. He hadn't meant to faint – no one ever does – but Mr. Whitefall said something that had pissed him off and without meaning to, he had worked himself up into a fuss. With his injury, that had lead to dizziness and he had dropped to the ground, blacking out.

"You feeling any better?" Mike asked, biting on his bottom lip.

Throughout those he considered his friends, none of them worried about him as much as Mike. And that included Fritz, who was his roommate. For Jeremy, it was a little weird, nothing bad, but still weird. Someone ( he liked ) cared about him and wanted to take care of him.

"Yeah," Jeremy grumbled, blinking the fuzzy feeling away. "I just need to rest a little."

"Okay," Mike said, sliding down to sit next to him. The brunette said nothing else as they sat on the floor of the backroom, Jeremy breathing in the stale air and Mike rubbing his hand.

Jeremy stared down at Mike's hand - the one that sat atop his own - and wondered what it meant. He and Mike had been beating around a bush since Mike joined the Fazbear Entertainment crew and everyone had noticed it. Neither of them had been prepared to make a move though and it was just a stalemate.

"Jer, I've got a- " Mike asked and Jeremy shook his head, the dizziness had faded and he felt much better.

Leaning forward, Jeremy moved his face to be less than an inch away from Mike's. "Can I kiss you?" Jeremy asked, his voice low. "Please."

Mike nodded, a small smile on his face and Jeremy brought their lips together, closing the small gap. It was a brief kiss, nothing too long given the time of day and where they were, but it brought a small smile to Jeremy. Pulling away, Mike looked at him, bright blue eyes sparkling.

"Are you free on Friday?" He asked. "I was going to ask before you kissed me but now seems a good time."

"Are you asking me on a date?" Jeremy questioned, tilting his head.

"Yeah."

"Oh." Jeremy shrugged, "Yeah, I'm free."

"I'll meet you here after your shift on Friday then." Mike said, his fingers fidgeting. He was bold for asking, but that didn't erase how nervous he felt.

Jeremy opened his mouth to say something when he heard his name being called. "Jeremy!" The dulcet tones of Fritz called from down the hall. His long term friend always was a worrier and if Fritz had come into work and didn't see him in the front room, he'd always worried. Jeremy blamed his friend's parents, but he knew that it also had to do with the fact that he often managed to get into trouble whenever left alone.

Earlier was a point of that.

"Backroom, Fritz!" He called back, before turning to Mike, who had stood up. He didn't know what to say.

"Thanks for taking care of me." He said, getting up himself. Thankfully, the dizziness really had passed and he was able to get up withouut the bright lights or the world tilting.

"No problem, Jeremy. " Mike said, right before Fritz burst into the room.

"Jeremy, are you okay? Scott called me saying that you fainted."

"I'm fucking fine!" Jeremy groaned, "Tell Scott that he should mind his own business."

"He had a right to be worried."

"Well, I'm fine. Mike helped me." Jeremy said, walking out of the room, ignoring the thank you that Fritz gave Mike. "I'm punching out and going home."

Fritz groaned and followed after him, stopping short as Jeremy stopped and threw over his shoulder, "I'll see you Friday, Mike!" before going to the lounge. Mike could hear Fritz asking what had happened and what that meant before the door closed and he felt his face heat up. This all started because he was worried about Jeremy and now he had a date on Friday.

How weird life could be.