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1 : Michael in the fire at the party

A/N : Very new to the BMC fandom. I've written fanfics for years for the Warblers and R5, but never really anything else. Any feedback is welcome!

1 - Michael in the fire at the party

Michael POV

I leaned against the bathroom wall and slid down to the floor, pulling my knees to my chest. I was still trying to calm down from my panic attack.

I was furious with Jeremy, but I felt more sad than anything.

All of a sudden, I heard fire alarms, which just started another wave of panic. I jumped up from my spot on the floor and unlocked the door. I heard people screaming and I smelled smoke. I had no idea where the fire was though, since there were orange lights all through the house for the halloween party. There was an orange glow everywhere.

I nervously started walking down the hall, trying to make my way out of the house.

When I got to the living room, the whole room was engulfed in flames, which just scared me even more. I ran towards the front door and got outside.

A bunch of people had gathered away from the house in the yard. I slowly walked towards them, looking for Jeremy.

I didn't see him. I took out my phone and tried texting him, asking if he was ok. I waited for about 30 seconds and didn't get a response, so I called him.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest faster and faster as I waited for Jeremy to pick up.

But he didn't.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and ran towards the house. I went back inside and looked around, but it was hard to see much of anything because of the smoke.

"Jeremy!?"

I could hear someone coughing from upstairs, so I took off up the stairs. I really couldn't see anything, so I got down on my hands and knees and turned on the flashlight on my phone. I moved towards whoever was coughing and found Jeremy laying on the floor next to a bed.

"Jeremy! Come on! The house is on fire! We need to get out!"

I grabbed his arm and tried to pull him up into a sitting position, but he felt really weak.

I could hear the fire getting louder and louder and it was just making me panic even more.

I grabbed under Jeremy's arms and started dragging him back towards the stairs, which was hard since I was still on my hands and knees to try to breathe in the least amount of smoke possible.

I tried to get him down the stairs without hurting him, but I was literally dragging him down the stairs and it probably hurt anyway. But it's better than being dead.

Once I was at the bottom of the stairs, I stood up and dragged him the rest of the way out of the house. I gently set him down in the grass and took a second to cough and catch my breath again.

I sat down beside him, realizing he was unconscious, probably from the smoke. I took his hand, holding it tight, hoping he would just wake up in a minute.

I was focusing on just taking deep breaths and calming down. I was exhausted, not only from dragging Jeremy out while inhaling smoke, but also from my panic attack.

I felt Jeremy's grip on my hand tighten and he started coughing. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was ok.

I helped him sit up beside me. He leaned against my shoulder for support, still coughing pretty hard.

"Come on. Let's get in my PT cruiser and I'll take you to sev' elev' to get you some water, ok?" I asked.

He nodded, still coughing. I took his arm and helped him up.

When we got to sev' elev' I went in and bought a bottle of water for Jeremy. I gave it to him and then we just sat in silence for a few minutes. Now that I had calmed down, I was becoming more and more frustrated with the whole situation.

"You're lucky, you know," I said, staring out my window.

"Why?" Jeremy asked, quietly.

"Uh, because you were really mean to me tonight, and it's not even just tonight! It's been ever since you got that stupid squip! You left me in the bathroom when you knew how hard it was for me to even come there! And even though you treated me like crap, I went back in and saved your life. No one else was coming to get you."

We sat in silence again for a few minutes. I was really mad.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" I asked.

"Thank you. For saving my life. I shouldn't have left you there, ok? But you seemed so jealous-"

"I'm not jealous! I just don't want anything to happen to you!"

"This is the only way to get Christine to be my girlfriend."

"Is that really the only thing you care about? What about me? Is being cool more important than me?"

"No, but-"

"But what!?"

"Why can't I have you and Christine? Why do I have to pick?"

"We both know your squip won't let you. So who is it going to be? Christine, who doesn't even like you like that? Or your best friend that just saved your life?"

"Then I guess I pick... you."

"Ok... Let's go back to my house. You can stay the night."

"Why not my house? We could play video games."

"You smell like campfire. Don't you think your dad would notice?"

"I'm not sure."

"You can stay at my house and shower. I'll drive you home tomorrow."

"Ok. Thanks. Seriously, Michael. And I'm sorry about how I've been treating you."