Knock,

Knock,

Knock,

Knock...

STANDING ON THE FRONT PORCH was an elevated Jeremy Heere waiting for his friend to open the door, so they can go hang out and play video games- like always.He patiently knocked on his friend's door while awkwardly gazing on the floor,checking his watch every minute.

The door creaked open,a sweet looking woman standing in front holding the door open.

Turns out it was Mrs.Mell. She smiled benevolently when he saw the boy."Oh good afternoon dear,Michael is inside waiting for you."

Jeremy nodded,returning the smile to Mrs.Mell before she walked out the door, followed by her wife. The brunet carefully closed the door,his blue eyes wander around the living room,noticing the boy was nowhere to be found.After checking the last room downstairs - which was the bathroom,he decided to look upstairs.

"Michael?"Jeremy's voice echoed across the unattended house.

Jeremy passed through many doors in the hallway,the very last door awaiting was Michael's bedroom. He had known the boy eversince they were 4 years old;so he knew his house like his very own.

When he reached the door,he decided to knock first,respecting his friend's privacy. He recalled the last time he opened the door without warning, seeing things he could never unsee. After knocking multiple times,he opened the door;convinced that his friend is not inside.

On the floor was the sight of scattered vintage cassettes,and different video game CDs on top of a few consoles. He approached the desk filled with messy papers and assorted books with astound on his eyes.

He never knew Michael was such a bookworm,he never really see him read a lot before,since both of disliked the thought of studying- school in general. But one thing caught his eyes,under all the books was a mysterious white letter.

The letter didn't have any standout features but It was followed by a different language,which was Filipino. He mentally sighed,annoyed of himself for not listening to Michael when he was trying to teach him the basics of the language.

He tried to recall the countless times Michael had tried to taught him to speak Filipino,but they always end up yelling at each other. But every fight always end up with them apologizing to each other,Jeremy specifically. He was always the first to apologize,since he was less stubborn than the other boy. But one thing Jeremy knew is Michael can't stay mad at him for as long as a week. He found that adorable of him.

Jeremy narrowed his eyes as his hands explored the letter,curious on what's it saying and debating whether or not he should ask Michael about it. The scent of strawberry instantly caught his nose,thinking it belongs to Michael guessing from the recognizable fragrance.

Jeremy stepped back when the paper got snatched from his hands,his friend grinning nervously. "Uh hey Jeremy! Whatcha' got there?"

"Oh,It's nothing I just got curious. Uh Michael who's that for anyway?"

"I,uh,think this is mom's letter or something,how did this end up here? Haha..."Michael nervously rambled,shoving the letter on the pocket of his red hoodie.

Jeremy smiled,yet his eyes still shown curiousness and confusion. He clearly was not satisfied with his friend's answer,a part of him kept thinking about the letter and who was it meant for. Was it meant for...him?

He quietly scolded himself for even thinking of that,he pretended to shrug it off,stepping towards the door.

"C'mon let's go"Jeremy smiled,his friend following behind him as they walked downstairs.

Michael closed the door as they stepped outside to the sidewalk,his friend walking beside him. The brunet rushed as he felt cold droplets lightly hitting his pale skin, sending shivers down his spine. Although the boy was wearing a long cardigan,he still felt the piercing wind hitting him;making him as cold as a corpse.

Jeremy felt a warm feeling on his hand,he instantly felt his cheeks lit up when he noticed Michael holding his hand—pulling him to walk faster.

“C'mon man! The rain is getting heavier each second!”

The wind started to get stronger than before,small rain drops started to grow to bigger droplets;producing an earthly smell of rain and soil. Jeremy noticed Michael's fluffy raven hair soaked wet from the rain,his hoodie didn't survive the rain either. The both of them fastened up their pace,trying to avoid the rain. Michael separated their intertwined hands,running as fast as he can towards Jeremy's house.

"Where's the key?"Michael asked,taking off his hoodie and drying himself.

Jeremy widened his eyes, remembering he left the key inside the house."Ugh,I left it in my bedroom earlier."

Michael groaned,but he wondered for a moment before approaching a plant pot next to the door with suspicion.

He mumbled something for a moment,reaching for something inside the pot,until he pulled out the familiar silver key."Found it!"

Jeremy,who was shocked- started to nod slowly as he took the key,unlocking the door. Both of them rushed inside to shelter from the bad weather.

"Hey you know my house more than I do"Jeremy chaffed,smiling at the flustered boy.

Michael briskly smiled,still a bit flustered. They both made their way upstairs to Jeremy's bedroom,to play videogames since both of them decided not to get high for today. Jeremy pushed the door open,quickly sitting on his messy bed while Michael prepared their video game.

"So what happened with you and Christine? I thought you two have a date today?"Michael asked,finally breaking the silence between them.

"She texted me earlier,saying she couldn't make it today. She said she's busy with theatre,but I was surprised to not see her around at lunch earlier. Sometimes she overworks herself you know."He trailed off,playing with the fabric on the sheets.

"Well I know what'll cheer you up!"The cheerful boy beamed, holding two controllers on the both of his hands.

"Apocalypse of the damned!"

"Level nine!"The taller boy played along,jokingly snatching the controller.

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