Warning: Angst chapter
There is some fluff though.
TW: mention of self harm, small panic attack(I can't write them well)

Enjoy.

Jeremy felt the heat crawl close to his skin but he didn't care. He had to get to Michael, he had to get him out.

The fire was slowly burning Jeremy up, again, not that he cared.

He managed to get to the bathroom, and began turning the doorknob. Locked. He pounded the door, hoping Michael was still awake and alive in there.

"Michael!? M-Michael you gotta get out of there now!!" Jeremy yelled and the door finally unlocked and he got inside to see Michael, red faced and tear stained, and his arms were covered in cuts, blood falling from them on to the floor.

"What to y-you want? Back to call me a loser again?" Michael raised a brow and Jeremy looked at the floor.

"No there's a fire and you need to get out. Now."

"Why? It's not like anybody would care." Michael rolled his eyes, crososng his blood stained arms.

"I would!" Jeremy was getting irritated at Michael stubbornness.

"Then why the heck did you leave me like I was some kind of dying puppy on the street!?"

"First, I'd never hurt a puppy I love them too much, and second, I was stressed, and Jake was probably going to kill me since he thought me and Chloe had hardcore sex on his parents' room!"

"That's no reason to snap at your best and only friend of 12 years!"

"Michael come on we have to leave now! I won't keep arguing with you!"

"Well you won't have to when I'm dead!! I'm staying here!" Michael's hands were in fists as he stared into Jeremy's teary blue eyes.

"I'm... I'm not leaving without you. Either you live and I die, we both live, or we both die. And I don't want you to die...." Jeremy's tears we're falling faster as he felt the heat getting closer. "We don't have a lot of time please!! We need to go Michael!!"

"Fine. But only s-so you don't die. I could care less about myself." The two ran out and realized they were stuck upstairs. They found a window in presumably Jake's room and Jeremy looked at the tree next to it.

"I think I can jump that!" Jeremy yelled and he heard the floor caving in.

"Y-You better hurry then! There won't be anything to jump from soon." Michael yelled and Jeremy nodded, walking back and running towards the window, jumping out and grabbing a rather large branch.

"I GOT IT! Okay, Michael j-just jump okay!?" Jeremy was so close when he heard something snap. "Michael h-hurry up please..."

"I'm sorry Jeremy. This is goodbye." Michael smiled and Jeremy's eyes widened.

"Michael please there's still t-time!!"

"Jeremy...I love you." Michael waved and Jeremy stared through the window in fear as he fell with the burning floor.

"MICHAEL NO!!" Jeremy scrambled to get down the tree. He went to run inside the house but Christine grabbed his arm.

"Jeremy you can't go in there you'll die!"

"My best friend is in there Christine I don't care if I die!!" Jeremy was shaking in fear as he tried to pull away.

"Jeremy it's too dangerous!"

"I DON'T CARE MICHAEL JUST SAID HE LOVED ME AND I NEED TO KNOW IT'S TRUE!!" Jeremy yelled and Christine pulled back in slight fear. "S-Sorry but...I have to do this. If I don't get out... here's my phone. Call my dad and tell him I love him even if I am a total jerk to him at times. Oh and tell him I said to wear pants, he'll know what I mean."

Jeremy ran off into the house and found Michael under a burning pile of hardwood floor. He grabbed the boy's hands and pulled and pulled until Michael was out.

Jeremy sat there, Michael in his arms, trying to get him awake.

"Michael? M-Michael!?" Jeremy felt Michael's wrist and froze.

No pulse.

He began crying over Michael. He stayed there sobbing, whispering "I'm sorry" and "I wish I knew" until some fireman showed up and got him out.

They brought Michael out and there was no use calling the hospital. He was far gone.

Jeremy cried for what felt like hours until he finally went to sleep, and the minute his eyes closed, he heard a voice.

"Jeremy!?"

It sounded like...no he was dead.

"Jeremy!? Wake up!"

No it was. Nobody else it could be.

"Jeremy!!!"

Jeremy shot up in his bed and turned to see Michael staring at him. Jeremy felt his face, wet, his pillow was as well.

"Jeremy what...why are you crying so hard!? And screaming my name?" Michael asked, cupping Jeremy's face with one hand, letting the younger male fall into the physical contact.

"I...I was...we were back at the Halloween p-party...we got trapped inside and I m-managed to escape but you...well y-you already had c-cuts from hurting yourself...but you f-fell through the floor. I w-went back i-in to s-see you since you said you loved me and...and you were d-dead!! And...And...And I...I felt s-s-so horrible and.. and" Jeremy could hardly speak.

Michael brought him into a warm embrace, which calmed him down...to an extent. Jeremy's breath was still a bit unsteady, so Michael just softly whispered into his ear, telling him it was okay.

"Calm down Jeremy...the fire was over three years ago.. I'm not dead...I'm right here... you're safe, I'm safe... we're safe... alright..." Michael began gently caressing Jeremy's back, and the shorter male fell into the embrace rather quickly.

"O-Okay..." Jeremy smiled, wrapping his arms around Michael and closing his eyes. Within a few minutes he was asleep in Michaels arms.

Michael used one hand to change Jeremy's pillow, and lay the boy down on to it softly, kissing him as he himself lay down.

"I love you Jeremy..." Michael softly cooed and Jeremy smiled in response, peacefully sleeping through the rest of the night.

I love nightmare stories like...a lot! Poor Jere and Micha

In other news, I got my friend Evil_Eye_Of_Dun to listen to BMC for the first time today and I've never been so pleased to listen to a musical with somebody before

Oh and I have a teddy bear named Jeremy. I told my teacher I call it JereBear and be asked me this: You don't get out much do you?

And I don't so he's not wrong