Crazy Together

7

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When Will gets home, he finds himself immediately biking to Castle Byers.

He swings his leg over his bicycle seat, dropping his bike and not bothering to put the kick - stand down as he looks over it.

Sure, it was a mess from their fight that night in the rain, but Mike had helped him put it back together as much as he could and so did Jonathan.

It was looking drastically better, and the only problem was that it couldn't really hold downpour from rain anymore. However, at the moment it wasn't raining so it wasn't truly a concern to Will.

He sighed and crawled inside, sitting down with his back against one of the make - shift wooden walls.

It had felt smaller than it did when he was younger ever since his growth spurt, and practically the only good part of him destroying it was that he got to build it just a bit taller this time.

He cursed himself for not grabbing his walkie talkie on his way there, because what if Mike had wanted to get ahold of him? But then again, he didn't think Mike would really talk to him anytime soon.

He didn't exactly do anything wrong, but he had a feeling that Mike was mad at him.

Will looks over the previously ripped and newly taped together picture of them as ghost - busters, but this time it's with a smile. He thought they were all quite cute when they were younger. How could someone bully them?

He honestly didn't know but his mind was brought back to Mike as it usually was.

He looked over his 'frog - face' in the image and he giggled a bit. It was adorable to him, what did Troy even know about Mike anyways?

He was embarrassed about the ..situation.. that morning and he felt like maybe he should apologise in some way?

But then again.. he really wasn't even sure if it was at all his fault? That would be even more embarrassing.. He can't exactly call Mike up and say off the bat,

"Mike, I'm sorry I got you hard this morning, let's play Dungeons and Dragons now?"

He groans and lays back, looking up at the sky through the cracks between the wooden sticks.

It's cloudy, and it seems like it's going to rain, so he decides to head inside.

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After a few minutes of battling internally with the switch on the walkie - talkie, he finally pulls the antenna out and makes sure he's on their private channel as that's what Mike was last set to to his knowledge.

"Mike? Do you copy? Over." He says quietly into it, now sat on the edge of his bed.

Jonathan was still off with Nancy presumably.. ? And his mother was in the next room, so he sort of had to be discreet with this.

"This is Mike, Over." He hears after a few moments, and he smiles.

"Hi Mike." He says letting out a sigh of relief, dropping the usual radio formalities.

"Hey."

"I'm sorry about this morning. I didn't mean to run off I thought maybe you were mad at me.."

Will waits a few seconds to no response. Maybe Mike is mad after all.

Will continues, "Are you? It's okay if you are. I just got a bit embarrassed. That's it. I didn't mean to run off on you."

"No. It's okay. I'm not mad. Me too."