"It was the best thing I've ever done" Byler Oneshots

[1] A party Will insisted on not going to

(AKA, Will begrudgingly follows his best friend, Mike Wheeler, into a house party, something he'd never have expected to ever go into. While the bull-cut wearing teenager refuses to lay his fingers on a single red cup, Michael is going at it. It's safe to say by the end of the night, the ebony haired friend is a bit.. tipsy.)
CHARACTERS ARE 17
(Side note: I do not condone underaged drinking)

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A knot in his tight throat bobbed at his consciousness, Joyce very clearly had no idea her younger son was paired up with his more.. social best friend, Mike Wheeler, about to step into the chaotic territory of an unsupervised, high-school party. The kind with punch bowls and drunk teenagers who had absolutely no common sense. Will clearly didn't fit in with this crowd, his face scrunched up at the heavy taint of alcohol in the packed room. But here he was, Mike gripping onto the palm of his hand and guiding him through the crowd, which- in any less-hectic scenario, would have Will overly alert at the physical contact with a giant grin weaved onto his features.

Now, however, he was busy trying not to bump into any drowsy and socially gifted teenagers who appeared to have nothing better to do than to mock him and call him offensive slurs or chug alcohol at a party.

"Mike, I swear to god, why did you have to drag me out here?"  He found himself shouting through the obnoxious boom box audio, buzzing through the crowd. Mike simply turned to smile at him for a split second before saying:

"'Cause you're my best friend." And acting as if that made the situation any less difficult for the more- sophisticated member of the friend group. Surely Lucas or Max would have been a better companion for this sort of thing, so- why him?

"Everyone In the party is your best friend, Wheeler, why'd ya choose me. I'm the least-party-y like person you know."
"Yeah, but you're my best best friend." Mike called in a rapid response, turning the corner into the kitchen where- low and behold, a counter full of kegs appeared into vision.
And then it clicked.

"You chose me 'cause I'm the most sober one to drive you back home, didn't you?" He sighed, tugging the awful Byers haircut back into to place, ignoring the sweaty strands he got from simply trudging through the crowd.

But as he waited for some type of confirmation, it became clear that Mike was already a cup through and scooping more punch into the red plastic rapidly.
"Hey, slow down Wheeler." Will tried, a hand reaching out to get Mikes attention away from the many different concoctions of alcohol on the counter.
"Yeah yeah." Was all Wheeler said, a idiot-like smirk tied like a bow across his lips.

Will wished he could seal it with a kiss.

Obviously, that's was impossible, though. Mike was fresh out of his three-year-long.. disgusting...relationship with Eleven Hopper.

Yes, the girl with those supernatural-nosebleed causing powers. The girl who's vocabulary was incredibly limited and created the illusion, from her sentences alone, that she was a seven year old.
They had broken up just a week ago, the day Mike had gotten the stupid invite to this party.

Their relationship was- revolting. And the more the participants aged, the more public the couples activities became. Going from only making out in El or Mikes bedroom, in privacy, to making out at El's locker, which was- directly.. directly next to Will's.
Actual torture.

Will, himself, had never been in a relationship before.
Never kissed.
And- he wasn't exactly prone to the idea of randomly grabbing someone and making out with them. Which was one of the reasons he was terrified of high school parties.. okay so maybe he had watched a tad too many teenage romcoms in his life. But that wasn't too important.

But through his daze, he hadn't even registered the amount of red cups full of a murky, alcohol beverage, Mike had gone through. Around five, or six. Maybe even seven. And clearly, the younger teen wasn't planning on cutting off anytime soon.
"Mike! Holy shit." Will grumbled through his pink lips, a voice laced with concern and annoyance.
His hand gripped onto Mikes wrist, stopping the constant flow of consumption.

"What's up beauuutiful?" Wheeler slurred and stared dazily at his best friend, who was flushed in the face.

"You've had too much to drink, we need to head home." So without any further breaths, he tugged on Mikes wrist, pulling him away from that countertop weighed down with various, suspicious liquids.
"Noooo," Mike whined, "I'm not had too much to drink."
Will rolled his eyes.
"Clearly you have."
"Where are you taking me?" Mike chirped again from that tight grip Will had on him, yanking his grabby hands away from the intoxicating red cups.
"Home."
A burp to which Will winced at, finally tugging the house door open and guiding his best friend outside.
"Home? But moms gonna get soooo mad at me."
The older friend pinched his temple in annoyance- sighing deeply.
"Fine, then we'll call your mom and tell her you're staying with me tonight."

Mike giggled as he crawled into the passenger seat, eager- for some reason beyond Wills knowledge- to get to the Byers house.
"Lucas? Do you think Will'l mad at me when he finds out we went to this party?" Mikes demeanor dropped. He thought Will was.. Lucas?

"No, he's just going to be irritated about how immature that was of you. He won't be mad, though." Will played along, smiling softly into his rear-view mirror before backing out of the driveway.

"Good," Mike paused, "Hey Lucas?"

"Yeah?"

"I think he's too perfect for me."

"What do you mean?" Will egged on, now curious and eager to hear what his best friend meant. Still serious though, he was focused on the road- but that little flicker of hope in the back of his brain was drilling past that wall of focus.

"I mean, Will's the most beautiful, kind, adorable, sweet person in the universe and I never tell him it! He needs somebody to remind him of that." A hiccup.
"Someone to tell him how much they love him, y'know?"
And at those words Wills face was tarped over in patters of red and pink, almost cartoony. This definitely would pop into his head later that night, a dizzy lullaby.

"Somebody to tell him how much they love him?" He redirected his focus onto the road, pulling into that winding path of course dirt.
"Yeah! He deserves somebody to treat him amazing, and if I can't be the one to do that- he should get to find somebody better than me." Mike chuckled sadly, still in that drunken gaze. But his tone had dropped and Will could almost spot some tears spilling over his eyelids.

"God, Mike- I wish you knew what he thinks of you." Will leaned back into his seat once he had parked the car, a simple glance to his right.
A snore.
And he became aware of the sleeping best friend next to him.
"I love you, you big idiot."

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A/N: This actually sucked, but it's just a start. Please, please give me some ideas cause I'm already out and I've only written one.

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