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

[6] I guess I always thought maybe you had been waiting for me?

(AKA, it's not like Mike wheeler had been anxiously awaiting his best friend's arrival over that of his girlfriends, but when that familiar bowl cut appears at his front door on that date that had been circled in red marker on his calendar, holy shit Mike is about to collapse onto the wooden floors.

That is before he finds out that he's missed a hell lot more of Will's life than he'd originally thought he had.)

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Mike Wheeler is not desperate.

That's a fact. And he's never going to admit to such a lie because it's just false. His brain consists of equations, everything has to balance out. It has to have an equal sign. And if a cog wired in his brain is just a tad uneven or if a pinch of a wire sticks out and clogs up the rest of the very important storage space, he makes sure to fix it. To put himself in a reality check.

Because he is not desperate.

And that is why he has been unable to sleep ever since he found out that the Byers were planning on visiting for a month during their summer vacation. Will is coming home. Finally, because holy shit, Mike has been so incredibly lonely without his cleric.

His nails are chopped down from relentless biting that stemmed around a week ago when he realized that El was coming back too.

Yippee.

Now he had to figure out a way to avoid all intimate contact with her so that he can clutch onto his bowl cut wearing best friend who should be showing up in just under three minutes, according to his calculations. (Simple physics, time is equal to distance over speed and if you do just a little bit of pre planning and some research on the type of car they'll be driving in and the speed limits on the highways they should be traveling on and how your best friend is getting to your house, you can calculate the approximate time it'll take.) Well, you could also just contact your best friend to ask what time they might get there by... oh. Mike hadn't thought of that.

So, to nobody's surprise Michael was busy allowing his lankly legs to carry him back and forth down the halls of his house and up the stairs to make sure his room was tidy but yet still cozy, (that was how Will liked it.) The long hand on the clock inched forward again, one more minute to go! Another snip at his pointer fingernail, (the one he targeted the most for his anxious habits.)

There was a pulse at the door, cautious almost, nervous... Will! Mike slung himself to the door, a frisbee launching into the air sloppily. He bumped into the plaster walls multiple times to which Karen responded with a lack-luster, "Michael! You're going to knock over the china!" He rolled his eyes in response and slowed down his sprint, no more baseball reflecting off a bat and into the wind.

His clammy hand on the cold metal of the doorknob sent a chilling shiver down his spine. And yet he managed to open the door without wimping out and pretending he never heard the knock in the first place.

Will Byers was stood in front of him, a tiny grin on his perfect lips that sent unwelcome butterflies into his lungs. Unlike the last visit, however, Mike found himself lacking bug spray.

"Will! Oh my god, I missed you so much!" He gasps, finally grasping William in a bone-crushing hug.

"I missed you too?" Is what Will says in response, seeming to doubt Mikes affection towards him. But that doesn't stop Mike from his hug. That one he's been waiting for around two months now- because yes, he'd visited the Byers for spring break.

"Mikey?" El says somewhere from behind Will. She clearly was searching for her 'welcome back' kiss and Mike was busy nuzzling his face into the collar of the shirt Will was wearing.