Be More Chill One-Shots

A bi and a pan walk into a bar-

 And happily kiss because they're dating. 

Smoke poured out the windows as flames slowly engulfed the house. Screams and wails of teenagers were heard from inside, some jumping out of windows to the trampoline in the yard, others still inside in a drunken haze, and yet others who were helping their friends get out.

No amount of descriptions could capture what the students of Middle Borough felt that night. The news of the fire spread through the student body like, well wildfire, and by the break of dawn the next day nearly everyone in New Jersey knew. Richard 'Rich' Goranski set a fire and he burned down the house.

The stories varied from person to person, from Rich fleeing to Pompeii to him ending up dead in a body bag. What many students didn't know was that the short bully was in the emergency ward of the hospital in a full body cast.

"OH MY GOD! I am so totally BI!!"

Was the first thing he shouted when he woke up. Rich shook his head, the familiar beeping of the hospitals machines suddenly becoming clearer to him as he slowly regained consciousness, he winced as the bright lights hit his eyes.

"Dude..." he heard someone whisper, making his eyelids fly open as he desperately tried to cover his mouth, before realizing he had a cast on his arms.

Frantically he scanned the room and just to his luck there were five nurses, two doctors and some kid with glasses and a red hoodie. His shout had caused so much attention other nurses peeked their heads into his ward and passing by patients were now staring at him through the glass.

Rich's face turned bright red and he gritted his teeth, Why did he suddenly decide-. That's when it dawned on him, the familiar shock and voice of the SQUIP was gone. There was nothing in his head. The nurses returned to their jobs as the doctors started to collect information for Rich's tests. The blonde boy was now sporting a bright smile, his eyes seemingly sparkling with a happiness Michael had never seen on him.

It was around three or so hours of doctor nonsense and Rich's nonstop demands for them to leave that the hospital staff exited the ward. Once they were gone Rich stared daggers at Michael, who was smirking smugly.

"What are you smiling about creep?" He demanded trying to sound intimidating

Michael had pulled over a plastic chair and sat by Rich's bedside. It was ironic, the guy who had put him and Jeremy through Hell for two years straight was lying in front of him, helpless in a body cast.

"You have a lisp" the taller boy commented, making Rich squirm and blush with embarrassment

"S-so?!"

Michale shrugged and smiled "Nothing. I don't believe we've met properly before. I'm Michael Mell, But you probably know me as Gay Loner Stoner or Antisocial Headphones kid."

Rich sighed "Look-I'm-I'm sorry, okay?"

"I just thought, well honestly I didn't think, my SQUIP just told me too! And-and what was I supposed to do?! I needed to be popular for hi-"

The boy stoped himself mid sentence, his still slightly open. Rich huffed and buried his face in the pillows, hoping to hide his blush once again.

To his surprise Michael chuckled dryly "For him?" He finished

Slowly but surely Rich nodded from the pillows. Yet to his surprise the boy didn't laugh, or storm out, or call him any name he was so used to his SQUIP calling him. He didn't seem repulsed, in fact he looked kinda happy.

"You take a crazy pill just to get the guy? That's weirdly romantic, I guess. I mean, I've been pining for like seven years and I never made a move so you beat me there"