Something memorable
Wrote something short for @harringrovemicrofic đź’ś March prompt: "Billy's birthday" (wordcount: 403)
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Something was burning. Definitely. The realization tore Billy from his sleep and into the real world, fully alert. He jumped up from the bed just before a fire alarm started wailing somewhere.
He looked around the room but there was no smoke there nor coming in from the open door, so he ran to the staircase. Down there, thick and black smoke was wafting from the kitchen. Another alarm started screaming in the hall just as he ran down.
“Steve, where the fuck are you?” Billy shouted.
“Here,” came from somewhere among the smoke, followed by a long series of coughs.
Billy surged into the smoke, keeping his t-shirt over his mouth and nose and heading straight towards the patio doors.
“Don't open the doors!” Steve wheezed, then coughed again. “We need to get the fire under control first!”
“What's burning?”
“Your cake.”
“My cake? In the oven? Why didn't you take it out?”
“Because it's burning.”
Fuck this shit, Billy thought, walked out of the kitchen and to the phone in the hall, dialing 911. “That dumbass,” he said, just before the call connected.
When the fire brigade was on its way, Billy was allowed to leave the call to save his dumb boyfriend—because the idiot still hadn't come out. He was probably panicking, like he so often did nowadays when something unexpected happened, and still trying to pry the fucking burning oven door open. He ran into the kitchen, into even more smoke, grabbed a hold of Steve's arm and started pulling him after him.
“The cake is still burning!” Steve croaked and coughed, almost stumbling over his feet.
Billy kept pulling Steve further from the smoke and towards the front door. “Let the cake burn! I don't care if this whole fucking mansion burns down, not letting you burn with it.”
They got out of the front door, followed by the smoke. Billy sat them in the end of the driveway. Only then he realized that he, too, was coughing.
“I feel dizzy,” Steve croaked and leaned on Billy.
“Okay, c'mon, just stay with me, babe,” Billy said, curling his arm around Steve and hugging him sideways. “The fire brigade is coming.”
“I burned your cake,” Steve said miserably.
“It doesn't matter.”
“I wanted to make your 19th birthday memorable.”
Billy snorted. “Steve, babe—you sure as hell made this birthday memorable. I couldn't forget this even if I wanted to.”














