What's your damage?| Bmc in the style of heathers✔

Seventeen

POV Rich

I still can't believe they just let me leave the hospital for the funeral.

I looked down at my phone as I was trying to write Michael what just happened and saw an unknown number from which I frowned but answered the call.

R: ''Hello?''
???: ''We are calling from the AcuteCare Health System Hospital, you have to come back because you still aren't completely cured. We let you go for the funeral but this doesn't count as more than half a day.''
R: ''Oh, of course, I'll be back as fast as possible.''

After that I hung up the call and turned around to Jake.

''Who was that?'' He asked while looking at me curiously.
''Oh, some nurse or doctor I think, I need to go back to the hospital 'cause i'm not 'completely cured' yet.'' I laughed and Jake grinned.
''Well then let's bring this sick boy back to the Hospital!'' He joked and I pushed him with my shoulder a little.
''I'm not that sick!'' I laughed and raised my arms.
''But you are still kinda on fire,'' Jake said while pointing at the bandages which hid my burn marks while I frowned.
''Oh fuck that sounded weird.'' He laughed awkwardly and we continued walking to his car without another word.

What was that now?

We leaped inside the car, Jake on the steering wheel, me at the passenger seat, and began to drive back to the Hospital.
While we were driving, I leaned my head against the window and looked out of it.
''I'm sorry Jake.'' I started and sighed sadly.
''For what?'' He asked and I looked back at him where I directly saw his surprised look.
''For burning your house down.''
''Oh,'' He just said and I sighed again.
''I was also being a jerk, also, my parents are rich so no problem.'' He grinned and i laughed.
''Since when are your parents me?''
''Oh goood!'' Jake also laughed and I smiled a little.
''I'm still sorry.'' I added and Jake sighed annoyed.

''Fine, we're damaged, really damaged, but that does not make us wise,'' Jake sang suddenly and I looked at him confused.
''We're not special, we're not different, we don't choose who lives or dies,'' He shrugged and I gulped heavily.

What-?

''Let's be normal, see bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV!'' He laughed a little and I raised my eyebrows.
''Eh-?'' I began but he interrupted me while starring at the streets and traffic.
''We'll bake brownies, or go bowling, don't you want a life with meeeee?''
''What- what do you mean?'' I asked confused but Jake just rolled his eyes and not even a moment later he parked the car and turned around to me.

''Jake what-'' I began but Jake shook his head and continued his confusing singing.

Oh damn what the hell is happening?

''Can't we be seventeeeen? Thats all I want to doooo, if you could let me in, I could be good with you..'' He began and came closer.

Oh god oh god no!

''Jake I-,'' I began again and pushed Jake away softly when he was only a few inches away from my face.
''I'm sorry I can't.'' With that words I opened the door and rushed into the hospital back to my room.

What did just happen?! Did he really try to- no. He wouldn't am I right?

I knocked carefully at the door and opened that one when I heard a quiet 'come in'.
''Hey.'' I greeted Michael who was now sitting on his bed with headphones around his neck.
His Moms seemed to be gone.
''Hi.'' He greeted back while I threw my small bag at my bed.
''How was it?'' He asked while I grabbed after the bottle of water next to my bed.
''It was good for a funeral I guess, wait is it okay to thay(say) 'good' about a funeral? It thoundths(sounds) kinda rude though.'' When I lisped that much again, I couldn't resist and slapped myself again like I always used to because of my Ex-Squip and my Dad.
''Rich!'' Michael shouted and looked worriedly at me.
''Sorry.'' I just said, this time without lisping because i was able to hold it back.
''Stop slapping yourself or I may have to do something like pillows around your hands!'' He laughed and I rolled my eyes.
''That kinda sounds like a thread!'' I shouted while grabbing my stuff for changing back into my normal, more comfortable, clothes.
''It maybe is!'' He giggled while I walked into the bathroom to change.