Ship: Expensive Headphones (I just really love this ship :,))
also this title makes it sound like Smut but it's not I sWEAR-
Warnings: A Panic Attack, Cursing
Rich's POV (1st Person)
'You don't want to do this, Richar-' I took a quick sip from the red solo cup in my hand, and just like that the robotic voice was gone. I looked down at the lit match in between my fingers, then looked at the puddles of gasoline coating the carpeted floor. My hands shook wildly, making it a struggle to keep a grasp on the match. I closed my eyes, taking a shaky breath before letting it drop. The swamp-like floor immediately exploded into flames, you would have thought it was beautiful had you not been burning down somebody's house.
I quickly ducked into the nearest room, allowing myself to sink to the floor. "If I just had some fucking mountain dew red." I screwed my eyes shut, grabbing fistfuls of hair as hot tears pooled on my shirt. "-Ich? Rich!' Everything sounded as if It were underwater, though I've been able to familiarize that voice since senior year. Michael. Damnit, why was he here? How is he here? "Can you breathe for me? Rich, please. Breathe with me."
Following his instructions, I forced myself to take deep, uneven breaths. A minute or two passed before everything had returned back to normal, the ringing in my ears had ceased. My eyes hammered open and my grip on my hair loosened. Michael stared back at me, his face inches away from mine and his lips slightly parted in relief. His lips, holy shit I'm bi. I flinched a bit, half-expecting a shock and half-expecting another homophobic slur from my Squip. Right, he was off.
The smell of smoke immediately brought me back to reality, Michael went to turn the doorknob, instantly recoiling and hissing in pain. "Rich, Rich, we need to leave." I stared blankly at the tiled wall. We were on the 4th floor, a fall from here would kill us both. He banged on the door, "Anybody?" He yelled desperately. The only answer we received were the screams of drunk, intoxicated juniors.
I pulled on the sleeve of his shirt, he bent down to be at my height on the floor. "What? Do you have a better idea?" Tears began to form in his eyes, I could only assume from fear or the overbearing smoke that stung our lungs and made it difficult to breathe. God, this is all my fault! I gulped nervously, my gaze shifting to the window. I saw firefighters swarm into the house like bees. Maybe one of us will get out of here. "Rich? Are you-" I quickly pulled his lips onto mine, because I'd be damned if I died without kissing Michael at least once.
He tensed a bit but kissed back none the less. I don't think he knew what he was doing, and frankly, neither did I. I felt myself blacking out, my vision darkening as loud knocks sounded from the door.
at a pARTYYYYYYYYYYYyyyy. I wish I wrote this better but meh. Also here's a ship chart I made for whatever reason.
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