Crazy Together

12

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Will nervously turns the rolled canvas over and over in his hands. He's scared.

If he does this, he's going to have to come to terms with what exactly he had been hiding from everybody all of these years. He wouldn't be able to take this back no matter what he did.

He's afraid.

Afraid of what Mike will think of him, of the painting, of them.. he's afraid of everything.

He lets out a shaky breath as he reaches a trembling hand forward to knock on the door.

"Coming!" He hears Mrs. Wheeler shout from inside, before she rushes over to the door and opens it.

She must have just washed her hair, for the blonde curly locks were wet and currently partly wrapped up in a towel.

"Oh hi, Will!" She says with a smile.

"Hi Mrs. Wheeler. Is Mike here?" He says softly, and she nods.

"Mm - hm. He's right upstairs! He just got back home, actually."

"Oh, where was he?" Will says with interest. Though it was really no business of Will's where Mike was, he liked knowing every little thing about him. Even if it was simply where he went that day.

"He was just looking for a caterpillar in the woods. I could never do it. Yuck." She says with a laugh. "You boys are something else."

"Oh.. yeah." Will says with a small laugh. He sure is something else. "Well, I'm gonna get going upstairs Mrs. Wheeler! Thank you."

She nods.

"Mike?" He calls out as he walks up the stairs, clasping tightly onto the rolled canvas. He could feel his heart in his throat and he was sweating and shaking like crazy.

He opens Mike's bedroom door to find Mike ogling over a caterpillar in a jar.

Will smiles at the sight in front of him.

"Oh hi Will." Mike says softly, standing up and holding the jar out to his friend. "Look, I caught you a caterpillar." He laughs quietly as he hands it to Will.

Will stretches his hand out and takes it, looking at the small green worm wriggling around inside. "Huh." He says giggling a bit at it. "Thanks." He responds quietly to Mike's gift, looking up at him.

He did really like caterpillars, he thought they were adorable, and looking at this tiny bug calmed his nerves quite a bit for what he was about to do.

"What's that?" Mike says, pointing behind him at the rolled - canvas he was holding behind his back.

"Oh.. this.." Will says, setting the jar with the caterpillar in it on the desk and holding the canvas out to him. "I uh.. meant to come talk to you about that.."

Mike's mood seems to shift and he looks up at Will. "Oh, you did?" He says softly, and though neither of them brought it up he almost knew exactly what Will meant. He wanted to talk about that night..

"Yeah." Will says softly, looking down at the ground. He decides it'll only be awkward if he makes it awkward.. right?

"So.. about the other night, Mike," He starts, looking up to meet his eyes with Mike's. He feels his stomach flip undeniably as he starts trembling again and suddenly his nerves are back to where they started.

He feels his throat go dry and his face flush. "I uhm.. I painted this for you.. because uhmm.. because uh.." He hands it over to Mike.

Mike giggles at the stuttering. "Because i'm your totally super awesome best friend?" He interjects, and Will's face turns awfully red.