It all starts with a dance ~ BYLER

grounded

(Mikes POV)

     "Oh, mom, hey." I say nervously.
I can feel her eyes burning a hole in my head as she glares at me.

"Don't hey me, Micheal! It is 2 hours past curfew, AND you bring poor innocent Will back drunk! What is wrong with you!"

"Mom sorry I lost track of time... and Um w-wills not drunk...he's just- um- tired." I lie.

"Oh please, Mike. Like you don't think that I don't know the different between Drunk and tired! How naive do you think i am!"

"Mom... It was an accident! Plus how is it my fault he's drunk?! It's not even his fault either! The punch at the party had alcohol in it, no one told us! How should we have known! It looked normal!" I say, trying to convince her to stop scolding me.

"Ugh! Well...I suppose it's not your fault...Or Wills... But you're still in trouble for missing curfew. Now, Go put will to bed. He needs to sleep it off. We'll discuss your punishment later." She says.

"Thanks mom. Good night." I say, relieved.
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"Will, you shouldn't have drank so much punch. Dumbass." I whisper under my breath, which causes him to drunkenly groan.

"Mikey, where are we." He says, slowly.

He's on a whole other planet.

"Will, we're at my house. You're spending the night, remember?"

"Mhm." He says.

Suddenly, his eyes widen.

"I think i'm gonna be sick!" He says, while running to the bathroom.

"Jesus, Fuck Will." I say.

I knock on the bathroom door.

"Can I come in?" I ask.

"Yup." Will says.

"Regretting some of your choices, huh?" I smirk.

"Shut up." He says jokingly, hunched over the toilet incase he gets sick again.

"We missed curfew. And my mom knows you're drunk..."

"Shit."

"Ya..."

"Are we in trouble?" Will asks, worriedly.

"Not about the drunk thing. I told her we didn't know the punch was alcoholic. But about the curfew thing, ya..."

"Shit. I have a feeling this is my fault." he says, quietly.

"Hey, Baby it's not your fault. Don't say that. I should've been keeping track of time." I say reassuringly, walking towards him.

"I'm sorry." Will says, still convinced it was his fault.

"It's okay Will." I smile softly, trying to make him feel better.

"You sure?" He asks timidly.

"Of course Will. Now stop apologizing and go to sleep. It's like 1 am."

"Ok. Goodnight. I love you."

"Love you too."
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It's been a few days since the party, and mom is putting me on 'house arrest' for a week for breaking curfew. That means I can't see Will. And when I can't see Will, I get really sad. I call him every day, but it's not the same as talking to him. I just want to be able to hug him and kiss him.

"Just 4 more days of this torture and it'll be over." I say to myself.

Suddenly, the phone rings and I run to answer.

"Hello! Will?" I say excitedly.

"bla bla bla bla bla." The telemarketers say on the phone about some real estate thing.

"Sorry not interested." I groan, Rolling my eyes and hang up the phone.

After about 5 minutes, I decide to call Will because i need to talk to him.

"Hey! Byers!" I say as he picks up the phone.

"Hi Mikey!" He answers happily.

"I miss you." I say sadly.

"I miss you too, but only 96 hours till we get to see each other."

"Ugh, That's so far awayyyy." I say.

"Don't worry, it will fly by."

"I'd you say so."

AN: Sorry for this short ass chapter lol, It's just a filler bc i'm busy with school rn. Next chapter might be a filler abt Max and her new friend, so stay tuned lol. Also sry for not updating in a long time, I kinda forgot abt this lmaooo. Anyways, I hope u enjoyed this chapter and I'll try posting in a day or two. Have a good day:)
Word count: 673.
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