Crazy Together

11

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"You.. spied on me?!" Will shouts at Eleven, as he was rightfully upset about it.

"No, well, yes! Will! Listen!" She shouts back at him as he gets up from the bed in a fit of anger.

She keeps a hold of him from moving with her mind and he gives up trying to run off even after she stops.

She wipes the blood from her nose with the back of her hand and sits on the bed, patting besides her.

"Come sit, please. I'm not mad."

Will sighs and decides he can't be mad at her forever. At least she came to tell him the truth about it.

He sits next to her and the blanket draped over his bed poofs up for a second from their weight before going back to normal.

"Why did you spy on me?" He says with furrowed eyebrows, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to contemplate why she would do this to him.

"You and Mike weren't answering the walkie - talkie.. we thought you were in danger. I looked and you were okay. But.. you kissed Mike's neck?"

Will looks at her with a confused look, before realising what she meant. He had done that after all, trying to get Mike's attention..

"Uh - huh?" He says with a still confused look on his face.

"Well.. Mike said only girlfriend and boyfriend kiss.. so.. how did you kiss with him?"

She stares at him with an intent look on her face as she waits for the answer.

"Oh. Uhm. Is that.. why you're here?"

She nods. "Yes."

"Oh. Well.. me and Mike are best friends.. so.. best friends can also do that stuff sometimes.."

"We're best friends?" Eleven says, looking at Will with a look that tells him she's not quite convinced.

"Yeah, yeah we are but.."

"So if I gave you a kiss on the neck it would be okay?"

"No! Well.. okay yeah but no that's different!" Will was getting flustered.

"How is it different?"

"Because I like Mike! Okay?"

"But how?"

"What do you mean?"

"How do you like Mike? You're a boy?" She looks genuinely concerned, and she is asking in the nicest way she seemingly can.

Will acknowledges this and takes in a deep breath before trying his best to explain it.

"Well.. sometimes boys can like boys. It's rare and people don't really appreciate it.. but, you know, it happens. Like with me and Mike. But you absolutely can not tell anyone!"

"Oh." She says with a smile. "Like how I liked Mike?"

"Yes." He says quietly.

"Oh!" She grins. "So does he like you too! That's why you're making him a painting?"

"Well no.. I don't know if he likes me actually. That's why I'm making it.. so I can give it to him as a present and ask?"

"A present?"

"Yep."

"Oh. Okay. That sounds cool. Your painting is pretty. I think he'll like it."

Will feels his face turn a bit red. "You think so?"