Green Jumpers {Fazbear #1}

Maybe work

So after the shower I decided to ask Mike something. And for a shy person I was pretty brave.
I slowly and carefully made my way down stairs, rubbing a towel against my still slightly wet face. I could see Mike ahead on the couch, watching The Walking Dead or something ridiculous. I leaned over the couch, staring at the side of my face until I turned to the TV in time to see some zombie thing.

"Hey, Mike?" I began, turning back towards him since the show was too disturbing for my eyes. He hummed in response and pulled a stupid smirk. I rolled my eyes and turned the other way.
"D-Do you like guys, o-or girls better?" I turned back to him, which I found he was staring at me and laughing his head off. Literally.

"Both are sexy." He turned back to the show and switched the TV off. I stood there in an awkward silence before he stood up. I also realised he had no shirt on, and when he stood up it looked like I was staring at his bare stomach. He laughed again, which sounded actually really.., really hot.
"Like what you see?" He snorted sarcastically and tried to play slap me, before I did a stupid move and covered my face flinching. He paused through mid air and pulled me slowly into a hug.

-le time skip-

Ugh Jeremy what are you doing!?!?! Your at a guys house and maybe slowly falling in love!?!? I thought I might like a girl actually.

"Jeremy?" Mike called out from the kitchen, and it popped my head around the corner to see him shirtless and on his Nintendo. There was a newspaper clipping in front of him laying on the bench, and walked towards one of the stools on the other side of the bench and pulled the clipping towards me. He pointed to a square, which said something about working night shift at a pizzeria.

"We should work there." He started and smirked slightly. "Since we are slowly running out of money, and plus you could get your first job."

He smiled at him, grateful he found us a job. He shut off the DS before looking me in the eyes. And before I protested that I didn't want to go, he grabbed my hands.

"Well I'm glad you agree!" He squealed manly (not sure that's a real thing) and grinned cheekily. "Because I already called them. We got the job." I almost choked on my spit, but smiled to show that I'm happy. Then he mentioned we started tomorrow night, and we always got Sunday off due to another Nightguard being forced to work there.

"Th-that's great.. M-mike." I smiled, and he flashed a smile back, which switched to another smirk.

"Please, just call me Honey." And leaned forward. Ugh that butthole.

-another time skip-

I was found laying in his bed again, since apparently the spare room couldn't be used. He was hugging me, cuddling me around the waist and laying his head onto my chest. I couldn't breathe. And this time he found a pyjama shirt for me to use, which was a baggy green. I stared across the room and saw my baggy green jumper I loved hanging off a dresser. I smiled, glad he kept the partly torn clothing. I tried moving away from Mike since I was thirsty.

"No. Your warm." He mumbled and grabbed me tighter, literally I couldn't breathe.