BMC Oneshots!

~(6)~ ''Rich.. Please..'' [Pt. 3]

Credit: ruthlessImagination
Ship: Expensive Headphones
Not Requested - Vent/From a Roleplay
Events from The Fire - (Rich Set A Fire)
Soulmate AU - (you feel everything your soulmate feels. Writing on arm, getting injured, great fear/trauma, etc.)
TW: References to The Fire, Suicidal Thoughts,
Word Count: 2013
Notes: Oh my god I finally got this done! I've been meaning to do this forever, but I haven't had the motivation. Tell me if y'all want another art for this! I'm not sure where I want to end this.. Rest In Peace Ned Vizzini, one of my favorite authors, of my favorite books

Published: November 26th, 2018, 11:49 PM

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      Michael could barely remember anything as he slowly awoke from his spot in bed. When he looked around, it felt as if everything last night had just been a dream, a nightmare. Where was he? Where was Jeremy? What happened? As he realized that what happened wasn't a dream, he became terrified. Michael sat up and felt his arms, quickly letting go. What happened? Right. The fire. How was he hurting then? He didn't get hurt by the raging flames that took over.. His soulmate. What about his soulmate? Maybe that's why he got hurt?

      Jeremy slowly woke up from the floor, groaning and sighing as his wish to sleep more didn't come true. He looked over and noticed that Michael was already awake. He looked scared of something.. "Michael? You okay, bud?" He asked, a yawn interrupting him. He stretched, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, holding the blanket close.

      Michael looked down at Jeremy, biting hid lip.
      ''It wasn't a dream, was it? It was real..''
      He asked softly, his voice shaking. The pain didn't cease much, it was still there and noticeable. Like getting a bruise. What exactly happened last night.. He went to a party to supposedly meet his soulmate, he decided to leave because the plan didn't work out, the house was in flames, he was in the car.. Michael could remember anything else besides the screaming and shouting to get out.

      And Rich... Wait Rich was in the house.. He was in the fire. Oh god.. He was in trouble. Rich couldn't be dead, could he? What about Jake? What about all the other people? Who all got out? Is Rich okay?! Michael quickly shot up from the bed and grabbed his phone, checking the time. When he turned on his phone, he noticed a ton of posts about the fire and how crazy last night was. They were gossiping about Rich and his condition and why he did it. No one's answers seemed correct until he found on. The post was made by someone at the party for sure. Maybe someone, who got hurt and ended up in the hospital as well? Either way, it stated that both he and Jake were in the University Hospital right outside of downtown.

      Jeremy woke up as he looked at Michael, worriedly. "Micha? Are you okay!? You should rest- You passed out and- After screaming and-" Jeremy stood up quickly, trying to lay Michael back down against his protests. Michael just stared at his best friend in a panic, he needed to leave.

      "Rich... Richard, he's my soulmate- He didn't get out of the building. He-He's in the hospital.. We have to go see him." Michael rambled, pushing back Jeremy and heading to the bathroom to get ready. After Brushing through his hair and tech, he put on his checkered Vans and dark glasses, looking around. Jeremy knew exactly what Michael was talking about, he didn't want Michael to go so quickly, but he went ahead and got ready himself.

      After Michael was finally dressed and ready, he quickly grabbed his keys and unlocked his car. Assuming Jeremy was coming, he locked the front door behind him, jumping into the car and starting it up. His goal was to get to Rich as soon as possible despite his thoughts. What if Rich didn't want to see him? What if he hated him? got in his car.