Crazy Together

We Need To Go Back - Part Three

Mike's POV

I woke up to Jonathan and Will talking about how the rooms would be divided. I wasn't sure if I should be with Will tonight, I might just tell him everything if he asks me again, and I can't do that. I need to make sure that Will never finds out about my feelings for him. If he does, I'll never be able to take it back and everything is going to change.

— Actually, I think it's better if I split the room with you tonight. — Will tells Jonathan, as if he were reading my thoughts right now. I pretend to be asleep still, to make sure they don't say anything about me without me knowing. I still wanna hear the reason why Will doesn't wanna share a room with me, even though I agree it's for the best.

— Why? Did you fight again? — Jonathan asks.

— Uh no, it's just... He snores a lot. — There it is, the obviousness when he lies. Maybe this is still good old Will after all.

After pretending to wake up, I helped bring our things into the rooms, since Jonathan had already made the check in. We split up and I went into 207 with Argyle. He looked a little out of it when he left the bathroom, probably because he drove all day.

— Hey, little dude?

— Yeah?

— I'm sorry for yelling at you. I get grumpy when I drive for too long.

— Oh, Umm, it's okay. I'm sorry too.

— That's fine. I love you all, you know that — He said in a very specific tone.

— What?

— What?

— Argyle, are you high again?

— Hehehe... Maybe.

— Oh, God.

— That's not very peace and love of you, my man.

— Yeah, whatever. I think I'll go to sleep.

— Can I tell you a secret, brozito?

— Yeah?

— When I get high, I can never remember too well what is a dream and what is reality. And I have some pretty crazy weed dreams.

— Okay... Why did you tell me that?

— Because, you can tell me whatever is going on in that little head of yours and I'll have no idea if you actually said it or not. Think about it. I'll probably doze off real soon, so you don't have much time, specially after a day like this.

I sit up on my bed and actually consider telling Argyle. I mean, I'll never see that guy again, right? And he doesn't seem like the person to tell others secrets like that, if he even remembers. I think it's crazy enough for him to think it's a dream, right? And it would take a weight off my shoulders.

But... He's still a person. I can't say it out loud, because... That would make it true. And if it's true, then I won't be able to keep it from Will. He always knows what's on my mind.

Still... I would be the only one to know. He could give me advice even, and it would be as if no one ever said a word.

Except that I would know.

But I can live with that, right? It's not like my mind would explode.

Or wouldn't it? I felt like I was dying last time I thought about this.

But that's exactly why I need to talk about it, my mind feels so overwhelmed and I need to take this out on something.

I look back at Argyle, and his eyes are starting to close. This is my last chance to say anything before he completely passes out.