Chapter 3,
Fired from the old, hired from the new
"Mike...get up! Ugh c'mon !" Jeremy pestered Mike .
Mike only grunted, lifting the sheet over his head. It was what? Like 5 am? Jeremy huffed, trying to rip at the covers, but even in his sleepy state, Jeremy's strength was no match for Mike's. "Y'know Mike, you have to go to work." Jeremy sighed. Mike mumbled. "McDonald's can wai-"You work at Burger king. "Whatever , being five minutes late won't get me fired." Jeremy fell on top of him. "It might~"
Mike stayed silent for a moment, but finally pulled the sheet off him. He grabbed Jeremy's wrist , pulling him down back on top of him, then shover hI'm underneath him."M-Mike, we don't have time for this..." Mike rolled his eyes , "You're no fun." He yawned. His sky blue eyes locked onto Jeremy's bright emerald ones for a second before getting dressed.
Jeremy was about to speak but Mike interrupted him. "Can't ya' nag the kid instead of me?" Jeremy narrowed his eyes , crossing his arms across his chest . "I don't nag people." Mike chuckled , "Sure ya' do..." Jeremy tried to haughtily leave the room, but it just wasn't in his let a small smile form on his face. "Heh...nerd."
Jeremy slowly walked out of the bedroom, there he saw sprawled on the couch, still clutching thier...his toaster, was their adopted son, Vincent.
Vincent had kicked the sheets nearly off of him. Jeremy saw by his steady breathing, that he indeed, was asleep. Jeremy crept silently, not wanting to wake up his sleeping son. He went to thier coffee maker, making two cups of coffee. Jeremy put sugar and milk in one cup, and left the other completly plain, knowing that's how Mike liked it. Jeremy wrinkled his nose, he hated plain coffee, it was just so bitter...
He carried the coffee to thier bedroom. He opened the door , to see Mike curled up in the bed. "M-Mike!"Hmm? Oh, hey Jere, heh sorry."Jeremy rolled his eyes and couldn't help giggling, "Sure, you are Mike, anyways I made us coffee." Mike opened one of his eyes. "Oh hey, thanks." Mike got up, stretching. "Anyways Jere, gotta go, see ya'. Mike said leaning down, bringing Jeremy's forehead to his lips, kissing him. He took his coffee, he stalked over to the couch, and ruffled his sons hair. "Bye kiddo."
Vincent stirred, waking up. Jeremy huffed, "Come on Mike, y-you just had to wake to wake him up!" Mike just shrugged. The child croaked , "Where are you going? "Work." Mike sighed , walking over to the door, taking a gulp of coffee. Vincent staggered up to him, Hugging his leg.
"Stop bein' so clingy kiddo, geez. " Mike said, trying to pry the child from his leg. Vincent dug into his pocket, pulling out Mike's wallet. "Vincent, leave my money alone."No!" Vincent squeaked. Mike grunted as Vincent threw his wallet on the ground. Jeremy Walked over to Mike, picking up and handing him his wallet.
He helped Mike pry Vincent off his leg, then picked up his small son. Mike couldn't help but smile, at Jeremy carrying him like a little puppy.
Jeremy saw his small smile and blushed slightly. "B-Bye..Mike" He stuttered. Mike rolled his eyes."Bye...again." Vincent waved to him, "Bye-Bye!" Mike slightly waved, closing the door behind him. He practicly jumped down the steps to get to his car. Jeremy glanced at the clock, he didn't need to get to work until 10:00.
He booped Vincent's nose. "Do you wanna watch some tv now Vinny?" Vincent nodded his head, signaling his reply, as they plopped down on the couch. Jeremy turned on the tv, and found some cartoon. He looked down to see the child had fallen asleep. Jeremy had noticed that his hair was slightly long, he reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a red hair-tie and proceeded to pull Vincent's hair in a small ponytail. After a few minutes he, himself unknowingly fell into a doze.
Mike pulled up at Burger King. He looked down to his watch..."Shit!" It was 5:21, which meant he was twenty-one minutes late for work. He stepped out onto the pitch black parking lot. He sprinted up to the burger place, swinging open the door, only to be faced with his bosses...ugly face. He looked like he ate way too many burgers, He had slightly long greasy black hair and his moostache wasn't even that glorious.
His dark, beady eyes stared into Mikes. " ...to my office now." Mike obediently followed. He swung open the door signaling for mike to come in. He slowly walked into the stuffed room, sitting himself on a chair opposite to his boss...His boss sat down behind his desk, and carefully slipped Mike a pink piece of paper...a pink slip.
Mike stared at it. "Sir,...what the hell is this for?" His boss bluntly replied, "It's for you, , you're fired...why? Why because it has come to my attention that you have been late several times this week, and you got into multiple fights with you're co-workers, one which you took his tooth you knocked out, and put in one of the meals of our customers. That Mr. Schmidt is why i'm firing you-"
Mike smirked, cutting him off. "No it's not, because I quit, fuck you Mr.Princess! See ya' later I'm leaving! " Mike laughed, flipping him off, but really on the inside he was furious...for multiple reasons, and took his ex-bosses cup, and smashed it over his head.
His co-workers jaws dropped, as Mike walked out and slammed the door behind him and saw thier boss screaming in pain and clutching his head.
Mike stepped into his car thinking for a second, "Dammit...how the hell am I going ta' tell this to Jeremy." He sighed, flipping his phone open, dialing Jeremy's number.
Jeremy abruptly opened his eyes, hearing his phone ring. Mike sighed,"Heeeey Jere."Jeremy raised his eyebrow, "M-Mike? Wha'? W-Why are you calling me? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"Mike gulped."I kinda got fired."What Mike ! You must be kidding! We really need that money! We...we..." Mike cut him off, "I know Jere I...I'm going out to look for another job okay?"
Jeremy rubbed his temples. "Okay...hey! The pizzeria really needs a new Nightgaurd! I'm sure they'll accept just about anybody right now!"
Mike normally would've said, "Hell no, are you crazy! Not only is it a kids pizzeria, but have you heard of the stupid rumors they say about the nightshift in that place! No!" But he didn't because he-they really needed the money, so instead he replied, "I'll go ask about it..."
*Moostache song* XD ! Anyways i'll be able to upload more often considering spring break is starting, sooooo yeah, open to ideas, leave a review of what you thought of this, and as always i'll see you in the next chapter, bye-bye!