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

[2] Wills first kiss

(AKA, 17 year old Will Byers makes the mistake of bringing up how he's never kissed anybody before and Mike seems to take personal offense to it.)
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With his nose tucked into a faux leather pillow, inhaling the tiny threads and fiber through his nostrils, Will swore he'd be better six feet under the dirt. Maybe if he'd have just stayed down in that alternate dimension and joined Barb in the series of misfortunate souls, he could have avoided this situation.

"Really? I thought you and that girl at the Snowball kissed." Mike croaked from his position on the sofa, bare feet kicked up onto the arms where a soft blanket was folded ever so perfectly onto the rounded shape, a careful routine that Mrs. Wheeler performed constantly.

"No, Mike. I was thirteen, little Will wasn't exactly begging for a kiss after just getting exercised out of having a literal demon in his body." The older of the pair sighed, his borrowed pillow still stuffed against his face, an attempt to block the humiliation from his features.

"I guess that's fair enough." Mike stifled a chuckle. His leg folded up against the backboard of the sofa. Will cautiously settled that pillow down next to him, letting the light flood into his swamp-like hazel eyes. But he still refrained from meeting his best friend's gentle eyes, those eyes that he usually swooned over but caught himself before letting his internal passion show. Those eyes that he had known ever since kindergarten on those fateful swings. Now, however, he feared meeting that gaze would steal all of those hidden thoughts from his locked lips, and that pillow looked incredibly tempting.

"What about after you moved to California? Nobody there?" Mike pressed onward. Because, for some reason unknown to Will, the fact that he had never kissed anybody before was deeply affecting his best friend. So Will just let out another exasperated sigh and continued his denial,

"No, Mike. Not even in California."
"Oh. Okay." Mike pressed his lips together in thought, those enchanting academia eyes drifting off to the side, where the walls had suddenly become a point of interest.
"But what about-"

"Mike, I haven't kissed anyone. Not at the snowball, not in California, nowhere." Will exclaimed, slightly frustrated at the latter's persistence. But Mike just continued his stare at the wall, maybe catching the titles of a series of comics that were compressed into a tiny shelving unit. There was a long minute of breath gripping silence, a sort of uneasy collection of only mildly audible breaths in and out that did nothing but intimidate Will.

"Did I ever tell you about my first kiss?" The ravenette sparked a sequel to their old conversation.. If you could call what just happened a conversation.
"Not really." And it wasn't like Will actually did care to hear about it, the idea made him feel a bit uneasy. His heart had squeezed when he first heard that it had happened. Especially knowing that it had taken place during the short span of time he had been missing, a week- so not really short. At least not to him.

"It sucked, to be truthful. I mean, I barely even knew El at the time and I think it was just in the pressure of the moment so it wasn't really meaningful. Plus I had no idea how to kiss, whatsoever, and just recreated what I had seen Nancy do with Steve once." Will snorted at the memory, at least it wasn't some type of magical 'in love' kiss, that would've made his heart shatter.

"Wow. Wow. Way to laugh at my olive branch."
"That was an olive branch?"
Mike paused again, his frame a bit flustered. Almost embarrassed for whatever reason, but Will just kept his gaze intently focused on his best friends posture.
"Y'know," he started up, a way to alter the topic, "kissing really isn't that hard. It's not.. scary or anything. Just gets your adrenaline going because of nerves but it really isn't that bad."