(A/n: so if you were wondering, this is a no SQUIP at all au, but I'm keeping one or two events that happened in the play/book)

Jakes party,Michael

Michael had left Jeremy to go to the bathroom. Partly because he needed to pee really badly, and partly because he was overwhelmed by all the people there and wasn't go to ask Jeremy to leave with him.

He started to leave the bathroom to go back to the chaos and as his touched the door, he jerked it away from how hot the handle was. He remembered from his experience in leaving the room while he was cooking that if the door handle was burning, the room outside that door was probably on fire. "Or that Jeremy was in it",his gay thoughts interrupted for the hundereth time that night. He couldn't help it! Jeremy looked amazing and was being super nice to him. Okay Jeremy had defiantly drunk.(a/n: now that I think about it Michael's gay thoughts are like a really weird SQUIP)

Back to the burning room. That door was his only way out because some idiot thought it would be a good idea for a bathroom to not have windows. He took off his red hoodie and wrapped his hand in it. He opened the door to see half the house on fire. Luckily the front door was completely clear so he ran out with the faded star wars shirt he had been wearing under his hoodie in front of his face so as to not inhale the smoke.

When he got out of the house, he realized that Jeremy was not in the group of people outside of the house panicking. " JEREMY WHERE ARE YOU", Michael yelled into the group then Jenna Roland ran out of the group and and said to him," Jeremy is still in there, from all the people I heard, he's probably in the basement getting a drink alone". Then in normal Rich fashion, the short guy yelled"YOU BETTER GO SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND YA ST-"he wasn't able to finish what he was saying because he was being muffled by Jake.

But Michael had already started sprinting back into the house to get his crush. He ran to where he remembered the basement being and opened the door.

Jeremy

Jeremy was in the basement, getting more ice for the cooler when he heard a bunch of screams and saw one of the ceiling beams catch fire.

"Well that's not good" Jeremy said into the empty basement. Very quickly, almost half the ceiling caught fire and he couldn't get out the door because all the people running outside of it made it impossible to open. He could just wait for the fire department to come. Yeah, he'd probably be fine until then. "The average house only takes about seven minutes to completely catch fire, and the fire department takes at least ten minutes to get ready," a nagging voice in his head said. He ignored it. But then a ceiling beam crashed down, still blazing as hot as ever. "FUCK!" Jeremy screamed, and realized that it was directly in front of the stairs. "FUCKING FUCK SHIT!" he cursed a lot more than was really needed, but it seemed like a reasonable amount for how much he was panicking.

Then the door at the top of the staircase started shacking and he heard a familiar voice yell his name. "Michael!" Jeremy yelled as much as he could from the smoke inhalation. He could tell Michael was struggling with the door, but he managed to break down the flimsy door and rush down the stairs, not noticing the gigantic piece of solid fire barricading him. He watched Michael walk on the board, realization just now hitting him and he let out a scream and fell over onto his side. His left pant leg was on fire so Jeremy rushed over to him, still unscathed, and started patting the fire down from them, his hand going a little bit higher than it needed to go. But that wasn't gay. Nope. Just uh...checking to make sure there wasn't any fire he couldn't see. Yeah that was bullshit he defiantly like Michael. He just hadn't even come close to admitting it yet.

When he fell, Michael hit his head on the concrete floor (a/n: I live in Florida idk how basements are made ok, but I'm like 90% sure they use concrete). So he had passed out and couldn't enjoy Jeremy groping his leg. Since Michael was Jeremy's best friend,but he was to heavy to carry and there was no way he would leave him alone in the burning room to wait for someone to rescue him. So he stayed with him on the floor

Almost directly after that, almost half the ceiling fell down and they were surrounded by the flames with no way out. Jeremy pulled Michael onto his lap and hugged him as close as he could. "Hey dude?" Jeremy asked softly with burning lungs from the smoke,"You're my best friend." He didn't get any  reply so he kept going,"Y-you've always been there for me, you came to this p-party with me even though you didn't want to, you put up with people teasing you, and I'm just really glad to be your f-friend" he stopped talking as it became even harder to breath each second. And then he passed out on top of him.

(A/n:oooo cliffhanger! Well anyways thanks for getting to the end of another grossly written chapter!You're an awesome person and I'm having a lot of fun writing this.)
(A/n:woops so something went wrong with the upload, so I'm just reuploading it. sorry about that!