Just Friends - Byler

V

• • • MIKES RESIDENCE • • •

"Honey get up, we're here!" Joyce whispered to Will shaking him awake.

Will didn't wanna be there anymore, in Hawkins. He wanted to be in the comfort of his bedroom drawing all day, although he didn't really seem to draw much after leaving Hawkins for California. He used to draw all the time whenever he wanted, happy and sad, he drew no matter the emotion he was feeling. Now, he still draws whenever he feels like it, when he's only sad though. He's usually too sad to get up from bed and draw though.

"Come on Will, I wanna see Mike!" El cheers excitedly. She's throwing bags in her hands and seems to have about three bags. Two for clothes and one that's filled with whatever else she found underneath her bed. She got Jonathan's old room after he left to go to college, in a whole different state!

Will gets up groggily and grabs his one backpack filled with clothes and drawing supplies, 'all he needs.'

Joyce gives Will a smile of approval when he finally gets out of the car and walks up to them, meeting at Mikes front door. Joyce let's out a hand and knocks on the door three times. It doesn't answer, Eleven gets impatient and pounds the door three more times, way louder than Joyce's knocks.

"Thank you sweetie." Joyce smiles to El, and the door swings open followed by a recognizable voice.

"El you made it!" Mike cheered while pulling her in for a long awaited hug.
"Hey Will, thanks for coming." Mike said, his voice now monotone and dry.

He pulled Will in for a quick side hug, not long enough for Will to hug back.

Is he mad at me or something?
What did I do wrong?

Mike moved away from the door making room for El, Joyce, and Will to successfully walk into the home. Putting their bags down to the side with sighs of relief, for the bags were packed with lots of heavy clothes to last about two weeks.

"Here let me help you." Mike smiled to Eleven, grabbing two of her three bags off the floor and heading down to the basement. Eleven excitedly following Mike down the basement steps.

Will was still groggy, he didn't have enough time to fully wake up from his long nap he took on the ride here. He then went down the basement stairs moments later to find Mike and El already cuddled up on the couch. The couch where Mike made a promise, a promise he said he wouldn't break.

"Oh hey Will! Didn't hear you come down." Mike mutters looking up from Eleven and giving Will a cheesy smile.
"Do you want me to call the party over?" Mike continues in an attempt to not make things anymore awkward.

"No thanks, actually we need to...talk Micheal." Will stated.

Eleven looks up from Mike and at Will with a confused expression that soon turns into a worried expression.

"Alone." Will adds, glaring at Eleven. No one seems to notice though and Eleven picks herself up from the couch, brushing off her dress and heading up the basement steps.

"Will look-"

"No Micheal! Don't start." Will snaps.

"No seriously Will, look! I'm sorry ok, I'm sorry about the argument we had and if you're mad at me, I get it. I would be mad at myself too if-"

The lights are now flickering and Will seems angry, very angry. He takes deep breaths, calming himself down. The lights die down too. Weird.

"Look Mike, I'm not mad at you and I'm over the argument. I just don't want you to ignore me whenever you feel like it, you're my best friend. Or so I hope you are..." Will mumbles the last part, making Mikes stomach ache. He didn't like seeing Will upset, it made him even more upset.

Why am I acting so weird.
Didn't I want to see Will?

"W-Will, your nose." Mike says in a fearful voice.

Wills puts his finger under his nose in confusion and he sees what he fears most.

Dark, cold, crimson blood.

'It can't be...I thought it was a one time thing only.
no, no, no, no!' Thinks Will.

Will rushes into the basement bathroom leaving Mike behind him, covering his nose in attempt to catch the blood from falling to the floor. He shuts the bathroom door and locks it looking at his palm that is now covered in the deep red blood.

Mike gets out of the frozen state he never realized he was in and thinks of what to do, the only option he has is telling someone, Wills mother Joyce.
He rushed up the steps and panics to Joyce, "Wills nose is bleeding, like a lot. Really b-badly."

"Micheal! What did you do?" Karen shouts to Mike.

"Nothing!" Mike shoots back, in a sort of defensive type of tone.

Will opens up the door of the basement, he looks fine. No trace of blood anywhere, not even under his fingernails.

I swear his nose was just bleeding like crazy a few minutes ago.

Mike then looks down to Wills hand, it's filled with crumpled bloody tissues, lots of them, all mostly covered.

"Oh Will, are you okay?" Joyce rushes over to Will putting her hands on his shoulder. He just looks at her with his best 'I'm confused' face ever.

"Will come on, Mike told me about the bloody nose you had down there, what happened? Are you stressed?"

"No mom, I'm fine." Will mumbled, looking up at his mom and giving her the most truthful smile he could make.

"Will are sure I know-" Joyce started, getting cut off by Will who was now angry again, well he never seemed to calm down. He was still angry at Mike.

"Mom! I'm fine, just drop it!"
This caused another nosebleed to start making Will even more angry.

Why do I keep getting these stupid nosebleeds?! I hate them.
Maybe I am too stressed.
Calm down Will.

Will moved away from everyone now. Walking to the nearest bathroom from the kitchen to clean up the blood from his nose, once again.

So stupid.
So, so stupid.

Will thought to himself, tears welling up in his eyes as he scrubbed blood off his face and shirt. He couldn't hold in the tears any longer, they poured down his face like a waterfall. Why did he have to be like this, to cry like this? Honestly, everything's fine, Will's fine.

I'm fine.

A/N:
Does anyone even enjoy this book? Like, who told me I could write books LMAO. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this shit chapter, I'm not proud of it but I'm still going to post it because I'm cool like that. Oh well, I sound very negative rn and I probably shouldn't. I'm very grateful for everyone who read this, even if they found it boring and abandoned it.

Time written: March 19,2022 12:55 a.m
Word count: 1175