Jeremy's POV:
I stood up and nearly threw the chair back. I wasn't going to get called a worthless piece of shit anymore.
"Call me that again," I yelled at Mike. "Come on," they all stared at me with wide eyes. Mike looked confused and worried. "Call me a piece of shit again Mike! Be like my father and call me that everyday!" I yelled before running upstairs and slamming my bedroom door shut.
"W-why?" I asked myself through tears.
*half an hour later*
*knock knock*
"C-come I-in," I say wiping away my tears. I don't look at the door as it opens. I look up at the ceiling. "W-what d-do you w-want c-Chris?" I asked hearing the door close.
"I'm not Chris," a voice said. I was about to sit up until I feel a body pin me down.
"Get away from me!" I yell but he doesn't.
"I love you Jeremy, what I said was a mistake," Mike said. "I was just mad."
"Saying sorry doesn't fix this Mike! I want to love some-" I was cut off as I felt his lips press against mine. I kissed back knowing I still loved him. After a moment we let go breathing heavily. "M-Mike," I say blushing.
"I love you Jeremy, you're my lover, heck you're my everything!" Mike said.
"You're my everything too Mike," I say as I start breathing normally again. And without thinking, I say it. "I-I w-want a f-family m-Mike."
"A f-family?" Mike asks letting me go. "W-with w-who?" Mike doesn't stutter, I should've kept my mouth shut.
"Y-you," I whisper hoping he didn't hear. I look down at the bed. Suddenly I felt a hand grab my chin, he made me look at him. "M-Mike.." I trailed off as I felt his lips against mine again. I kissed back and Mike pulled away.
"I l-love you J-Jeremy, I-I want to make you h-happy," Mike starts. "B-but, I don't think I-I'm ready for a f-family."
I hung my head. "I-I'm sorry, I-it j-just e-escaped m-my m-mind..."
"Jeremy, don't feel bad about what you want, I will give you what you want sooner or later," Mike explained. I just sighed. I laid back in my bed.
"You're going to give me what I want?" I asked. Mike nodded. "Can I move in with you?"

Mike's POV:
"Vincent," I say walking into the kitchen where everyone stayed for the past hour.
"Yeah?" Vincent asked as everyone stared at me. Jeremy was at the bottom of the stairs hiding. He wanted to hear but not to be seen. He told me just to ask if he could move in with me. But I'm not asking that.
"Mind if I rob Jeremy from you, take him to my house and never return him?" I ask smirking know that Jeremy didn't expect me to say that.
"No, not at all," Vincent answered going back to his game. He suddenly looked up. "Wait what?!"
"Jeremy wants to move in with me," I explain. He shakes his head.
"I'm not letting my Jeremy go," he said.
"Tell that to him," I say pulling Jeremy from his hiding spot. He blushed a deep red.
Vincent only frowned. "Fine," he said.