BOYF RIENDS ONESHOTS

Boyf-Oh boi it's angst

Like the title says. Also it's short because I'm a sad biatch. This is an AU in which Michael sets a fire and he burns down the house. The ending is based off something JeremyWasHeere gave me.

Michaels pov

I'm hanging in a bathroom at the biggest party of the fall.
I could stay right here or disappear, and nobody even notice at all.m
I can here Jeremy singing karaoke downstairs, he was always good at that. I smile remembering the times we had. I get up off the bathroom floor and stare at myself in the mirror. I punch it, overcome with anger "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS JERE!?" I scream. I watch in satisfaction as the blood run down my hands, glistening red. I bet Jeremy wouldn't even care if I died, god I don't even care if I die! Without Jeremy my life has no meaning, I have no meaning. I look around for a towel to clean up the blood, when I notice something small and yellow on the edge of the sink. A lighter. I'm struck with the most amazing idea, I don't care about any of these people, and it's not like they care for me. It's high time I fix this school and town but getting rid of it's greater evils anyway. I grab the lighter and walk down the stairs, a sense of calm and purpose washing over me, this is what I'm meant to do. I walk down the stairs, the shitty music blaring in my ears. I find Jeremy in the tightly packed crowd, and brush past him so that his shirt catches on fire, not large enough for him to notice. Yet. As I walk past him I whisper in his ear "Goodbye Jeremy" as I walk towards the corner of the room, I turn back and notice him looking around, knowing that I was there but not being able to find me. I stand there in silence for awhile when I realize that there's still so much work to do. People are going to try and escape, no matter how drunk they are, they're gonna want to live. I guess it's human nature or some shit. I know that no one's gonna break the windows, at least not in time before the fire kills them. With the amount of alcohol on them they'll go up in flames in no time. I take off my backpack that I carry around everywhere. It contains all the most useful things. After some digging I pull out the small tube of super glue I was looking for. I glue the lock shut, so that no one can open the door. I make my way to the basement, where the boiler room is. I go over to the heater, and find the skinniest pipe connected to it. I push on it with all my might until I hear the satisfying hiss of steam escaping I was looking for. I go back up the stairs to see the most beautiful sight. Fire. The room was now filled with smoke, some slut was trying to open the door, but with no luck. I took a deep breath and felt the smoke burn my lungs, it felt so good. Like breathing for the first time. I watched with content as the flames engulfed the teens around me, and with my last bit of strength, I smiled.