Hey guess I'm going in for surgery in two days. My kidneys are messing up and I'm really scared. Please keep me in mind on the 16th. My lung could also have cancer on it. So yay? Anyway I don't wanna make u all down and worried. Have fun reading!

FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon

Jeremy's POV

"I'll be fine. I've got my mom for company." He smiles.

"Fine, I just want you to be ok. I don't want you to be, you know..." I look at the floor and dig the toe of my shoe into the tile.

"Hey," Mike lifts my head up so our lips are almost touching, "I'll be fine. Trust me."

His lips meet mine. So soft and passionate.

"I love you Jer." He holds my waist and pulls me closer. "You love me don't you?" he whispers.

"Of course I do." I answer tilting my head for another kiss.

"Than you know I'd never mislead you. You should trust me." He leans in, just about to meet my lips.

The bathroom door opens. "Now if we can tip toe, why don't why have toe tips. We have finger tips, why're—"

We quickly pull apart, hoping his mom didn't see us.

"Oh?" She grabs the bathroom door. "I'll leave you two to that," she adds before closing the restroom door with her inside.

Mike covers his face. "She's so."

"Amazing," I finish his sentence with a giggle. "Wish my mom was like yours."

"No you don't," he looks through two of his fingers and holds back a laugh. He loves his mother. I love her too.

"Alright, you boys better be done because I hear talking," she comes back out, "and I wanna hug my little Mikey." Saying that, she wraps her arms around Michael. They have the same eyes.

"Anyway, it's getting dark," I force a smile. I don't wanna sleep alone. I don't want Mike to feel alone. He should be fine, right?

"Be careful," Mike says, drawing me closer to him.

"I will, I always am." Now we're touching.

"You are." He gives a light laugh and scans me up and down with his eyes.

"U-uh I." Our eyes meet.

"See you tomorrow, Baby." Our lips meet and I feel his tongue press into my mouth. So warm. His hand slips under the hem of my shirt slightly and sparks fly.

"Alright, t-take care of yourselves," I say after the kiss breaks.

"We will," Mrs. Schmidt says, pulling me in for a hug. "I'll watch over him for ya," she adds with a wink.

I smile. "Thank you Mrs. Schmidt."

"Call me Jean. Or Mom. Or mum. Or whatever. Mikey used to call me mummy when he was little." She comes closer and whispers in my ear so Mike doesn't hear, "He still does sometimes."

I cover my mouth before a laugh can escape. "What was that?" Mike asks.

"Oh nothing Mikey." Jean laughs and waves before I leave.

They should be fine, right?

Here's another short one. I hope you liked it. I enjoyed making it. I seriously love Jean sooo much. She's so full of attitude and smart remarks. Anyway, about my surgery. It's on my kidneys. I won't go into much detail, but it's gonna hurt like hell. Ugh, life is just the best right? NOT. Anyway I'll let you guys go.

See ya