BMC/DEH One Shots (Requests Are Closed) Discontinued

Boyfriends- Just Wait Until It All Feels Like Nothing (Rewrite)

A/N- I'm rewriting this one because I feel the original has a solid idea. I just didn't make the time to thoroughly explore it until now. Also HAPPY NEW YEAR! MAY IT BE GREAT!

Tw: Tragic Scenes. (No death this time. You're welcome.)

Michael and I giggle to ourselves as the movie ends. It was everything we hoped it would be all though there are some serious plot holes. The actors were just amazing at making each character feel so real, I could talk to them. Michael throws away what he finished and sips his drink on the way out, holding my hand.

"Man, that was so awesome!" Michael swings his hand, making mine swig with it.

"I know! It's amazing that they even made something like that!" I smile at him.

"You know what else is amazing?" he looks at me.

"What?" I say with anticipation.

"You."

I blush, "Michael, you're so cheesy!"

"Well babycakes," Michael says getting incredibly close to my face, "cheesy is da best wuv of all."

I roll my eyes and blush a deeper shade of red. I shove his face away with my hand and Michael laughs.

"C'mon baby, you know you love me!" Michael encourages.

I sigh deeply, "yeah, I do. Now come on! A sleepover isn't gonna have its self."

I drag Michael by the wrist to his old mustang. Before Michael heads to the other side of the car I pull him close and give him a kiss. I put my hand on his cheek when I feel him melt into my embrace.

I pull away, "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, babycakes," Michael smiles.

I let Michael go so we can both get into the car.

Michael and I laugh at a joke on our favorite podcast. I lean back and smile out the window. We crack up at another joke. We brake at a red light, thank god. Michael was laughing a little too hard at the last joke. A moment passes and we both look out the side windows. When I look back a huge truck is crashing through the intersection and we're it's next targets.

I yell "Michael!" even though it's useless.

The truck skids sideways and falls on top of us.

Black is the only thing I see. Just a void of black nothingness.

When I wake I see white. It hurts my eyes, so I shut them again until I can see properly. A white ceiling comes into focus. Oh, great. I think. More white. With my ears ringing, I try to sit up, but pain shoots through my entire body. I quickly give that up. I find a small device and click the call button. About five minutes later a few doctors enter the room. One brings in a whiteboard.

"What is that for?" I know I spoke, but I can't hear it. "Wait. Wha- I can't- I can't."

I try and try over and over again to hear my voice, but it won't reach my ears. Doctors have to pin me down before I can I hurt myself. I scream and I bawl. It breaks me. I'm deaf. I can't hear anything and I won't ever again.

I won't ever be able to hear movies, or video games or the sweet, sweet voice of my even sweeter Michael.

"Michael!" his nan pulls me back into reality. "Is he okay? Please, please! Tell me he's okay! Tell me he is okay!"

I see a doctor write down words. Michael is on life support, but he's stable. We won't know how fast he will recover for a few days. We will closely monitor his wounds and get an estimation.