It was a Saturday evening and Mike was sitting on his couch, watching TV. As he watching TV, his eye lids started drooping. Groaning, he got up and headed to the kitchen. He looked at the coffee machine, then glared at it.
"Alright, little bitch. I want coffee, so I will use you and you will work." With that, he grabbed coffee grounds out of the cupboard and set them on the counter. He stared at the container for a bit, before he remembered what to do. Mike put everything together two times (the first time he forgot to put it in the coffee machine) and looked at the coffee machine.
"How do you start it?" he asked himself. He looked over the whole machine a couple of times, then he saw the lid was still open. He closed it and saw that it started, and he felt super proud. (A/N: I have no idea how this works). As it made the coffee, he went back to the living room and picked his phone up off of the floor.
Mike pulled up Jeremy's number, which was named "Adorkable Little Shit" and pressed call. As it was ringing, he thought was wondering if he was really calling Jeremy because he worked the coffee machine. After four rings, the other end picks up. But before Mike can even get a word in, Jeremy yells.
"Fuck off! Why won't you leave me alone?!" Mike stood there, stunned. Jeremy has never yelled that at him before. The worst thing he has ever told Mike were a few curse words when Mike would scare him or tackle him and challenge him to a surprise wrestling match. He spoke again. "What, aren't you gonna speak?" Mike snapped out of his trance and got angry.
"Why should I? You will probably yell at me again," he snapped. Mike heard a gasp from the other side of the phone.
"M-Mike! I-"
"No, save it Jeremy." Mike growled. "You don't wanna speak to me, so you don't have to speak to me." And with that, he hung up. He threw his phone back on the couch and went to his bedroom, deciding fuck coffee, he actually wants to sleep.
Jeremy sat in his room, staring at his wall. His best friend (well, ex now) gave out his phone number to the bullies at his school, and they have been calling him non-stop. They would call him names, say jokes about him, his mom, sexuality, hair, anything they could. There would be little breaks in between calls while they laughed and came up with new jokes, and during those times, he would just sit and sulk. Thought when he heard his phone ring for the 10th time, he had enough. He picked up the phone and snapped.
"Fuck off! Why won't you leave me alone?!" he yelled. It was silent on the other end, and this made him mad. They can taunt him and be mean to him, but as soon as he yells back, they have nothing to say?
"What, aren't you gonna speak?" They obviously had something to say, as the break they took from the last phone call was longer than the others. He just wanted to hear it so he could go to bed and forget about today.
"Why should I? You will probably yell at me again." Jeremy gasped as he heard Mike snap at him from the other side of the call. He just told his boyfriend to fuck off and to leave him alone, and Jeremy knows how that would effect Mike.
"M-Mike! I-" he tried apologizing, but it seemed Mike was having none of it.
"No, save it Jeremy. You don't wanna speak to me, so you don't have to speak to me," and with that, Mike hung up. Jeremy set his phone down on his bed, and stared at the wall. He couldn't piece together what just happened, and he was upset that his boyfriend wouldn't let him apologize. After drowning in misery, he decided that he was going to go apologize to Mike in person, knowing that he wouldn't listen to Jeremy without being forced to listen.
With that, he grabbed his car keys and went out, not even turning back to tell his mom where he was going.
Mike woke up to a loud pounding from his front door. He groaned and rolled over, thinking it was his landlord. He ignored the noise and was pleased when it seemed that they left, until the banging continued. Thinking the person wasn't going to wake up, he threw his pillow on the floor and got up.
He walked through his small apartment, throwing on a beanie that was on the back of his couch, and opened the door.
He was NOT pleased to see who was on the other side of the door.
"Mike! You are home!" his boyfriend said with a relieved smile on his face. Mike glared at him and shut the door. "No, wait! I need to talk to you!"
"I think you said enough over the phone, Jeremy. Go home." With that, Mike went back to his room. He flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes, waiting for the sleep that would never come.
About 6 hours later, he gave up on trying to sleep and got out of bed. It was almost midnight when he walked back out to the living room and saw that he never turned off the TV. Once he did, he looked back at his front door wondered if Jeremy was still there. He scoffed and shook his head. Though, as he stared at his front door for a few more seconds, he cursed himself and went to open it. When he did, he poked his head out to see Jeremy sitting against the wall next to his door.
Mike didn't know how to react. Jeremy has been waiting for Mike, on that one string of hope that he would answer the door so he could talk to him.
"Well, I guess he knew it would happen sometime…" he mumbled. No matter how much Mike hates Jeremy right now, he can't leave him out in this shitty hallway asleep, just ready to be kidnapped or killed or something. Mike sighs and leans down, picking Jeremy up bridal style. Mike carried him into his apartment, shutting the door behind him. He carried him all the way to the bedroom and laid him down.
Mike guesses he placed him down too rough, because Jeremy mumbled and started to stir. As his eyes started opening, Mike turned around and walked to the door. Right when he reached it, though, he heard a voice call for him.
"M-Mike?" the voice called, "What're you doing?" Mike glanced over his shoulder to see Jeremy sitting up, rubbing his eyes.
"Leaving," he said.
"No, wait!" Jeremy said. Mike stood there as he heard shuffling. He has no idea why he stayed there, but before he could change his mind, he heard Jeremy move behind him. "I need to talk to you." Mike said nothing, causing Jeremy to sigh.
"Mike, please look at me." Mike turned around and glared at Jeremy, causing him to flinch.
"What?" he snapped. Jeremy seemed to fold in on himself a little, but he didn't back down.
"I want to explain the phone call." Mike continued glaring at him, then sighed and crossed his arms, leaning against the side of the door.
"Okay. Start explaining." Jeremy gave him this look of disbelief, but decided that if he waited any longer, Mike would leave.
"When I answered the phone and yelled at you, I wasn't yelling at you. My best friend – ex-best friend – gave these bullies at school my phone number and the whole night, they had been calling me and saying mean things and just being rude." Mike watched as Jeremy played with the bottom of his shirt, looking at everything other except for Mike. "When you called me, I thought it was them and I was just done with being picked on that night. I just- I'm sorry." After this, he glanced at Mike and got a sad smile on his face. "I understand if you don't forgive me. I shouldn't really have done that." Mike just stared at Jeremy for the longest time, and Jeremy held his gaze.
After a minute or so, Mike sighed and pushed off of the side. He walked forward and pulled Jeremy into a hug.
"M-Mike?" Jeremy questioned.
"I'm not mad, Jeremy. Well, scratch that. I'm pissed as fuck, but not at you." He pulled back and looked Jeremy in the eyes. "I will find whoever was saying those mean things to you and I will beat them up." Jeremy laughed and hugged Mike again, happy that he wasn't mad. Mike rolled his eyes and smacked the top of his head. "Come on, let's go to bed. You probably haven't gotten any fucking rest."
Mike led them to the bed and they laid down, with Mike pulling the covers over himself and Jeremy, who was cuddling against him. They laid like that and when he was sure Jeremy was asleep, he placed a kiss on top of his head.
"I love you," he whispered. Mike nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard Jeremy mumble "I love you too" back at him. Mike blushes slightly and smacked the back of Jeremy's head, then closes his eyes to go to sleep.
Later, Jeremy found out that Mike wasn't joking when he said he would find the kids who were mean to him and beat the shit out of them.
