I have a newfound love for writing angst so here's this while i tidy up my OTHER Spicy Bi's chapter

Pride month (sadly) is over! This is my last Pride Month oneshot of the year which is HEARTBREAKING. I'm currently making a Musical One Shot Book so I can keep posting different oneshots so leave requests for that!

This takes place after the Halloween Party while Jeremy and Rich are waiting to be questioned by police. Someone (for the life of me I can't find who) asked for them to bond over trauma and I will always deliver.

Also, since we have only a tiny bit of information about Rich's experience with the Squip, a lot of the info in this chapter are my personal Headcanons.
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Jeremy and Rich sit in the police station waiting room in silence.
It's currently 12:47am. The station is empty. Rows of plastic chairs fill the room, with a bare coffee table in the middle. The low lights flicker occasionally. The surrounding tiles are stained and worn. Jeremy counted 63 tiles on the ceiling and 68 on the floor.

A secretary sits perched behind the counter, her third coffee fogging up her oversized glasses. Airpods blast ABBA songs into her ears.

Jeremy and Rich sit two chairs apart. They don't say a word.

Rich gently rubs his arms. They're freshly bandaged. His fingers trace the fabric, fighting the urge to dig his fingers into his burns. That's the least he deserves.

Jeremy's eyes flit over to Rich. His head is down, causing his blond hair to flop over his eyes. The taller boy's eyes stick on the off-white casts on his arms. Jeremy bites back the urge to ask, "can I sign them?"

"Stop staring" Rich grumbles. He juts out his jaw, trying to look tough as he practically cowers in his seat.

"Sorry" Jeremy looks forward again. His knees press together, his fingers fiddling with the sleeves of his cardigan.
"How are your arms?" He asks politely, not excited to fall back into awkward silence.

"What do you fucking think?" Rich leans back in his chair, turning his head away from Jeremy.

"Sorry for asking" Jeremy mumbles. He sniffs.

The only sound is the distant echo of a janitor hoovering. Jeremy's breathing is too loud; or maybe it's not. Maybe his mind is just focusing on his breathing to distract him from the anxiety brewing in him.

"What do they think they're gonna ask us?" He asks, staring at a yellow stain on the floor.

Rich chuckles curtly. "I don't know what they're asking you. Although they're probably wondering why you get boners over chicks with tails"

"I-fdjsnfm-dbfeofl . . .rfhreubgvu- wHAT?!" Jeremy chokes.

Rich rolls his head to deadpan at him.
"I'm fucking with you- and don't act so surprised. Everyone knows about your fetishes"

Jeremy doesn't know how to respond. He swallows and continues to stare at the ground. He juts out his bottom lip, gnawing on it. This is great- this is fucking great. If everyone knows about his . . . desires, no one will date him. Nice to know he'll be dying alone.

Rich can't help but watch him pitifully. He rolls his eyes, moving one seat closer. He hits him on the arm, "Hey". Jeremy jumps instinctively, staring at him in confusion.

"What was that for?"

"It wasn't for anything, I was just getting your attention" Rich snaps defensively.

"Oh. Sorry" Jeremy relaxes.

"Stop apologising" Rich stares holes into Jeremy's face. "You've done it like three times already. I get it, you're empathetic. Now shut up and talk like a normal person"

Jeremy swallows. "Okay. Um- how . . . have you been?"

Rich scoffs. "Fucking peachy. I burned down my best friend's house as a gesture of how good I'm feeling"

"Stupid question. My bad" Jeremy thinks for a second. "I'm not really sure how else to talk like a normal person"

The shorter boy sigh, rolling his eyes.
"Just start a conversation dumbass. It's not that fucking hard"

"Okay . . ." Jeremy hesitates before asking; "Am I allowed to ask about your Squip?"

Rich does't answer for a moment, he just stared indifferently at the ceiling. Jeremy looks to him. He can't help but feel . . . sorry? No not sorry; it's more than that. He feels like he understands what Rich is going through. He wants to pat his shoulder but that doesn't feel appropriate.

"I mean . . . I guess" Rich tries to shrug it off but fails. "You of all people should understand my answers, right?"

Jeremy smiles a little bit. "Cool. Cool . . . so uh . . . what happened?"

"Dude- come on. Don't ask that. I'm going to get fucking interrogated any minute now about the . . . the fire and stuff and I don't want to have to repeat myself" Rich crosses his arms, slouching until his back resembles a C.

"Okay then . . . who was your Squip?" Jeremy carefully uses was, unsure if Rich still has the Squip or not.

"That's a question I can answer. Mine wa- well, is Megan Fox. Specifically from the first Transformers movie. It's easier to take instructions from someone you find hot" Rich looks to Jeremy. He quickly gives him the once over before asking. "Who's yours?"

"Keanu Reeves. Matrix-era Keanu Reeves" He specifies.

Rich snorts. "I can't believe you have a crush on Keanu Reeeeeves"

"Wha- I don't!"

"Yes you do! My Squip is Megan Fox because I have that hots for her and would do anything she says. The Squip chose her to manipulate me. I bet my shirt yours was doing the same"

Rich just laughs when Jeremy makes unintelligible sounds in response.
"Gaaayyyyyy" He says under his breath.

"I'm not-" Jeremy pushes out a deep breath. "I'm not gay"

"I don't fucking care" Rich dismisses a little too harshly.

They fall into silence for a second before Rich smacks his lips.
"How did- or does, your Squip treat you?" the shorter boy asks.

"Like shit"

This makes Rich laugh. Jeremy can't help but smile.

"Yeah . . . it kept insulting my clothes and posture and habits and stuff- which was fine, but it got kinda personal. Quickly my friends and opinions didn't live up to it's standards. Sometimes it makes me repeat this mantra saying that 'everything about me is terrible and makes me want to die'" All of Jeremy's words tumble out until he can't stop them.

He glances down at his hands before looking back to Rich. He's nodding along.

"Yeah . . . I went through a similar thing"

"Yeah?" Jeremy gently prompts him to go on.

"Yeah . . ." Rich sighs. "At first it was hella hot. It was like having Megan Fox as a dominatrix I was super into it. But uh- Megan got personal really quick. She fixed my hair and my attitude and gave me friends but she also changed my name and personality and just everything. I wanted to be a whole new person but she went kinda overboard"

"Wait your name isn't Rich?"

"Nah" Rich forces a laugh in a weak attempt to ease tension. "like I said, was a completely different person before the Squip"

Jeremy thinks for a moment. He moves a seat closer to Rich. Their knees touch.
"If you'll let me, I'd like to hear about this completely different person"

Rich's eyes jump from the floor to Jeremy's leg to his face. He seems shocked almost. It's like he picked up an old baby book and is flicking through the familiar pages.
"My name is Robbie. Not Rich" he admits cautiously. "Megan Fox decided that Rich is a lot cooler. One hair dye session later and Robbie was dead. I haven't been called that since like freshman year"

"Huh" is all Jeremy can say.

Rich urgently glances around the room, snapping his head in every direction. He bounces his knee, sending ripples through Jeremy's body.
"Can't believe I just told you that" His voice shakes.

He's panicked. His muscles tense as he braces himself. His breathing quickens. He looks around the damp room with wide eyes.

"Hey" Jeremy says. "Hey!"

He places his hand on Rich's shoulder. The shorter boy freezes.
"Are you okay? Talk to me, man"

Rich looks to Jeremy. He can see how sincere and caring he is. He swallows.
"I'm used to getting zapped whenever I say anything about who I was- actually I get zapped whenever I say anything at all. Megan Fox doesn't like it when I'm 'emotionally vulnerable' or whatever" he responds hesitantly.

"Personally, I never liked Megan Fox. She just isn't my type" Jeremy says, making Rich raise an eyebrow. "And she sounds like a real bitch if she won't let you express emotion"

"Yeah now I know you're gay"

"What?! Why- why do you think that?"

"No straight man doesn't have a thing for Megan Fox" Rich claims.

"I'm not gay, Robbie!"

Rich laughs. He shakes his head with a smile looking to the ground.
"You're soo gay man"

"Shut up" Jeremy grumbles, crossing his arms and slouching down.

Rich hits his knee against Jeremy's.
"It's weird to be called Robbie again"

Jeremy jumps to defence. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable it was an instinct I won't call you it again if you don't want me to- or I won't talk ever again if you want"

"Jeremy shut up" Rich laughs. "You're fine, okay? I'm not going to beat you up for calling me my name"

"Phew" Jeremy chuckle, still slightly on edge. "You not beating me up is some serious character development"

"Oh yeah. Soon you and all the other ladies out there will meet the real Robbie Goranski" Rich stops. His eyes go wide. He may or may not have just had a bisexual awakening.

Jeremy doesn't realise this and thinks that Rich is just having a regular existential crisis. Just past Rich's head, he spots a trash can. A coke bottle peeks out of it.

"Mountain Dew Red" Jeremy looks back to Rich. "You were yelling that at the party. Does that turn the Squip off?"

"Yeah I'm pretty sure. That's my theory anyways- green turns it on, red turns it off" Rich says. Memories of him running around Jake's house begging for the drink consume his mind. He pushes the thoughts back down.

"Hmm" Jeremy thinks for a moment. He cocks his head to the side, unsure how to phrase his question. "Did you get rid of your Squip- or I mean, will you? Do you want to?"

"Yes" Rich doesn't miss a beat. "As soon as I get out of here I'm getting some Mountain Dew Red and killing this fucker. Well, that's if I ever get out of there. Until then I'll just keep it turned off"

"Dude" Jeremy lifts his hand to place it on Rich's shoulder, but decides against it and awkwardly places it back in his lap. "You're not gonna be arrested, okay?"

"Psshhh oh yeah I'm tooottallly not being arrested" Rich slurs sarcastically. "No one eeeeevver gets charged for fucking arson"

"Just explain about the Squip! You weren't willingly setting shit on fire!"

"The Squip didn't tell me to set the fire, Jeremy!" Rich practically exclaims, desperation seeping into his voice. "I'm probably going to fucking jail but- Hey, it was meant to be. Rich troublemaker Goranski was born to go to the clink"

Jeremy can't take it. "It's your turn to shut up, okay? You weren't born to go to jail, you idiot"

"Jeremiah Heere?" The receptionist calls into the room. Her voice echoes against the cold walls.

"Uh- Yeah. Yeah that's me" Jeremy quickly gets to his feet.

She beckons him over, her head barely visible over her talk desk. Jeremy glances to Rich before strutting over, resting his palms on the desk.
The receptionist offers him a tired smile.
"The officers don't have any questions for you today. Do you have a ride home?"

"I live down the road, I can walk"

"Okay" the receptionist says. "Sorry for keeping you so late"

"It's no problem" Jeremy looks over to Rich. "I'm just gonna say bye to my friend real quick"

He shuffles back to the plastic row of chairs where Rich somewhat-eagerly waits.
"I'm being sent home" Jeremy says.

Rich nods slowly to hide his disappointment, smacking his lips.
"Cool"

"Yeah" Jeremy kicks the air awkwardly. "It was nice talking to you man. Good luck in there"

"Yeah thanks" Rich chuckles.

Jeremy nods. "Well uh- see you around Robbie"

Rich breaks into a grin.
"See you Jeremy"

The automatic doors whoosh open as Jeremy steps into the cold night. He lets the crisp air fill his lungs. How is he going to explain the events of tonight to Micheal? How's he going to recount how he became friends with the schools bully / arsonist?

He starts to walk home. He's done waiting to leave. He's done waiting, period.

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♪ What did I just wriiiiiite? ♪

I could write a whole book of just Spicy Bi's I love them

Now it's time for me to go back to Boyf Riend one shots. I'm currently writing my 100th(!) one shot and it's taking ages cause I'm bad at writing. But, give me time and it'll be great (I hope)!

Also, if you're sad, look up Knives by Kurtis Conner on YouTube. It's a great comedy sketch and it's my personal favourite thing ever.

- Avery