byler

chapter 3

will pov:

after we lay down i was finally brave enough to ask mike something i've wanted to ask him everytime he sleeps in my room. "hey uhm if the mattress is uncomfortable u can sleep next to me if you want to"
"sure", he said as he stoop up to move next to me. in this moment i felt like everyone could hear my heartbeat. mike was so close to me i could feel his warmth, we even shared a blanket. i wish i could just hug him know and sleep in his arms but that's not possible. we're just friends. simply friends. i realised that in the last few hours i thought maybe we could still be more.

now i feel stupid even considering this, it's literally just false hopes. i turned around to not face mike. it's completely normal to dance with your friend what was i even thinking. i'm pretty sure mike already sleeps but it took me a while to fall asleep because i couldn't stop thinking about him.

"will? wake up", i slowly opened my eyes and saw mike. his face was only about 10 centimeters away from mine. i quickly closed my eyes again as i could feel butterflies in my stomach. "will", mike put his hand on my shoulder "you have school you need to wake up" after a minute i decided to stand up and put my clothes on meanwhile mike was in the bathroom. "you do realise you don't have school right, you could have just slept longer", i said as he came back into my room. "i know", mike said smiling "i just wanted to see you before school" i smiled back at him and we went downstairs for breakfast.

mike has to stay home meanwhile i'm at school. i hope he's not bored but at least mom is home too, because for her new job she can stay home.
i was really scared to go to school because of what happened yesterday but luckily nothing bad happend. i didn't see the guy who hit mike because he's no in my class. the students in my class didn't say anything to me about yesterday. some gave me disgusted looks, some talked behind my back, but that's nothing new. all i could think of the whole time was to get home to spend time with mike again

mike pov:

i sat on wills desk looking at his drawings. i'm not sure if i'm allowed to do this he never said i couldn't but it still somehow feels like i'm doing something illegal. i couldn't help myself but smile the whole time. will is so talented i've always loved his drawings. suddenly i saw a drawing of him and me on the swings. i smiled even brighter thinking about that day. the first day of kindergarten. the day i asked will to be my friend. the best day in my life.
i felt my heart beating thinking about him. i'm pretty sure this is not a normal feeling towards someone who is supposed to be your best friend.

i walked downstairs, to joyce. "hey mike", she said. i took a deep breath and asked hesitantly "can i talk to you?" she looked a bit confused but agreed. we sat down on the sofa and she asked me what's wrong. "how do you know if you like someone?", i asked.
in that moment i felt like a dumb kid who doesn't know anything about life. joyce smiled at me. "it's not that easy to describe to be honest i would say if you want to spend all your time with that person, when you need their touch like hugging, when you can't stop thinking about her and you think everything she does is cute."

i realised all of these apply to how i feel about will. except he's not a her. that's what makes it complicated. "now do you want to tell me who she is? do i know her?" she. it's not a she. it's your son. but i can't say that. i just stared next to her avoiding eye contact. i don't even know why. i like will. i fell like i've always know it deep down. but i forced myself to not think about it. i mean there's a reason i've always felt different with will especially when we're alone. i didn't mind my dad coming into my room when i was alone with dustin for example, but if i was alone with will and my dad came in a always felt kind of guilty.

i dreamt about will a lot, more than anyone else, but i always just thought it doesn't mean anything since i can't control my dreams. i always hid my feelings for him even towards myself. but now suddenly i'm done with hiding. joyce stood up and laughingly said " you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to" she was about to leave the room, but i said, almost screamed, "i'm in love with will". i was a bit shocked about myself but it felt so good finally saying it out loud. joyce freezed and was about to turn around to look at me again, i was scared of her reaction.