Crazy Together

8

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"I can't do it." Will says a bit annoyed, laying back on Mike's basement couch with a small thud.

"What?" The party says almost in unison, looking at each other in shock.

"I want to. But I can't. Really. I haven't been feeling good this whole week and it's probably because of that stupid gate! I'd rather not." Will closes his eyes shut to tune out the disappointment.

"But Will, maybe you can lead us to it?" El says, and Max and Lucas nod in agreement.

"Yeah! Like last time?" Lucas chimes in, looking over at his friend who seemed to be gloomily laying down along the couch.

"No! Dustin has the compass or whatever.. I'm not going through that again." He says through his teeth, glaring at them.

He doesn't think anyone would want to go through that again or even have a first time..

Mike nods and sits next to Will on the couch. "Guys.. It's been hard on Will. Really. He keeps having episodes about it like almost everyday.. I don't think he can do it. I'm serious."

Will blushes as Mike comes to his defence. This is why he's his best friend.

Dustin shrugs. "Yeah... I have the compass! I can just lead you guys to it myself! And El can too, she can sense when we're close. She's good at that."

"Well what about Will?" Lucas says, "If he isn't going to help."

Mike looks down at Will and then up at the party when Will doesn't seem like he's going to respond anymore. "I can keep him here, and watch over him. I'll make sure nothing happens to him. If you guys need me or him really badly, we'll always have the walkie - talkie to help..?"

They all discuss amongst each other before Max shrugs and nods.

"Yeah. Okay. Sure. That seems good to us. Just.. you know.. actually have the walkie - talkie on this time?"

"Yeah," Dustin butts in and starts giggling as he looks at them knowingly. "Don't be making out or anything when we try to call for you guys," He says quietly to them, following after the rest of the party out the door.

They nod and blush hard, getting flustered as they both try to get out words.

"Ew! We won't!" Mike finally shouts with a red face, and Dustin giggles and shuts the door behind him at the response.

Will raises an eyebrow at Mike.

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"How are you feeling?" Mike says softly, climbing next to Will in the bed.

They had put the past behind them and decided to go back to just hanging out in Mike's bedroom without being awkward about it.

"Not good." Will says softly, miserably laying under the blankets appearing as a fluffy ball of sheets, comforter, and limbs.

"What's wrong?"

"I can feel him again." Will says quietly, looking up at Mike and frowning a bit. He looks frightened, and to be fair, he really was.

"Will. Listen. You're cuddled up all warmly in a bunch of blankets! He's not.. you know.. part of you anymore, okay? He can't and won't take control of you again."

"How do you know that?" Will says, diverting his eyes away from Mike.

"Well.. because. Look. He left you. He won't be back. I won't let him."

Will nods and looks back at Mike. "Promise?"

"Huh?"

"Promise he won't get me again?"