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

[7] What makes you think I cant survive without you?

(AKA, "What, you thought I was just gonna cling to your side forever? You need me, i don't need you anymore.")

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If Will Byers was a printer machine, he'd have run out of ink ages ago. The coupons already clipped and the stores already bare.
He'd been pushed to his limits, fed countless blank papers and told to make art out of something that wasn't even there.

He guesses that's how his life was always made out to be. He's just a cog in the machinery. That one kid in the party that has 'Spidey Senses."

Susie has been nice though. That's a benefit. If he's going to spend his spring break suffering through countless hours of Mikes irritated groans and complete annoyance from being left alone with anybody but El, he can at least make a friend out of it.

Susie isn't really like Dustin Described her. Except for the smart thing, she's freakishly smart. But he assumes that he can't really come to the conclusion on if she's "hotter than Phoebe Cates," as he is 100% and undeniably gay. So maybe he just doesn't see that resemblance because he isn't attracted to girls in general.

He's decided to give the couple the benefit of the doubt and not make any snarky comments about it.

Her bathroom is covered in this vintage wallpaper, probably from the 50's or something. They're tacky and passionate prints. It smells like dish soap. Overly floral dish soap that clogs up his nostrils and makes him cough out a wheeze.

Will's been washing his hands for five minutes now, and it's surely not because he's made the decision to ignore Michael- who's right outside the door.
He can't bring himself to make eye contact or even glance in his direction.

The yellowy light flickers in the bathroom and Will groans again because- argh- that keeps happening. He wipes away another strain of blood from his nose.

Wills not stupid, or oblivious. He knows he's causing this. He just doesn't know how.. and he would talk to Mike about this except, oh wait! They aren't on speaking terms anymore.

He hears a fist come in contact with the icky yellow door to his right.
"Will, you in there?"
It's Susie.
And Will likes Susie so he at least will give her a response.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a second."
She hums in agreement but Will is quick to pick up on some quiet bickering that is drowned out by the flow of water. He sighs, recognizing Mikes voice somewhere in the mix.

"Will?" Susie knocks again.
He's silent, so she can continue.
"Mike wants to talk to you."

No. Hell no.

"Yeah, I'll pass. Thanks for the offer though! I'm planning on heading out to the grocery store in a bit, do you-"

"Will!" Susie exclaims, clearly annoyed by being the interpreter between the two boys. She opens the door, without Will even suggesting that, and makes intense eye contact with him.

"Susie! What if I was peeing or something!" Will groans, fisting his damp hands into his hair. It's not because of Susie though, it's because he can see Mike through the doorframe. He can see his slumped posture and determined stare. It sends a wave of panic down his spine, the light flickers again.
.. except this time Susie notices. And she notices the trickle of blood that sighs down his nasal. His  irritated patch of skin just below the drip of blood aches as he's been rubbing at it this entire trip due to the situation.