dull - Byler

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mike POV

I woke up in wills bed, our hands slightly intertwined. I don't remember falling asleep last night, but nonetheless the clock read 9:46, and light was shining through the window. like most morning, my body ached.

I felt bad waking will up, but I really wanted to get home, so naturally I had to.

he's a light sleeper, so I only had to call his name a few times before he woke up, his eyes opening fast.

"...morning mike.."

"I'm gonna go home, s-sorry." I said, and watched as disappointment paint his face. but still, because he just woke up he took a while to respond.

"be-be safe.." replied will, already drifting back to sleep, too tired to care or register.

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I think will forgot I didn't have my bike, or he didn't care enough to bike me home. but either way, I find myself walking home from the byers residence in the cold wind.

the sky has cleared up from yesterday, revealing the sun which gives partial relief. but despite that, I still end up shivering. even though I know I won't, I feel like I could get frostbite at any moment.

it's only October, so WHY is it so damn cold??

I used to be a fast walker, but for whatever reason I've slowed down recently, so I'm very slowly making my way home, which is not helping me growing increasingly cold.

long after I left will's house, I finally have mad way to mine.

even though I have been away from home for less than a day, it was relieving to finally see my room. instantly after I made it up the stairs and into my room, I collapsed onto my bed. I didn't intend to stay in this position for so long, but as I spaced out many thoughts plagued my mind.

        why was he holding my hand... friends do that, right?? unless he saw-

        my mind wandered a lot, but now I find it only focused on one thing, will.

         his rosy lips, and how they formed a smile. his cheeks and how they tinted pink when I looked at his a second too long- for why? I don't know. I've always been clueless, and a bit dumb, but even I know I shouldn't feel how I do, that it's not normal.

 will POV

          I was maybe a bit delirious the first time I woke up this morning, but I still remember me and mikes conversation, and as much as I wish he didn't, he ended up leaving.

         but I don't have time to think about mike right now, because max and el are outside my bedroom door.

      "WILL!! I'M COMING IN IN 3- 2- 1!" as she yelled 1, she barged in, el laughing behind her.

       "max- I was coming!" I yelled, standing right next to my bed, a smile creeping up my face, even though I tried to hide it.

       "you NEVER sleep this late, what were you and lover boy doing last night??"

       "max!!" I exclaimed, now blushing a bright pink out of embarrassment.

        "she's right, what did you guys do?" el said, chiming into the conversation

        "NOTHING- WAIT, WHY ARE YOU GUYS HERE??"

         "well, why not go out for ice cream? its Saturday, gotta do something!" max stated, a sly grin on her face.

          since star-court closed, we found an ice cream parlor near max's house on a walk, and we go there quite frequently now. sometimes I wish Steve and Robin worked there, ice cream just isn't the same without them. but nonetheless, we go there very often.

          so, like most weekends we are walking to the parlor. usually we talk about our teachers, or some new song, but I find our conversation topic become mike.

          "SOOO he couldn't keep his eyes off you but that's 'normal', right?"

          "that's was I JUST said!"

          "okay but he also held on 'extra extra tight' when you were taking him to your house, AND he blushes MULTIPLE times?!"  said max, clearly mocking me.

         "I'm done with the conversation." I said, faking being upset.

         "ya you better be, because we're here!" said el. she's always loved ice cream, it reminds her of the first time max took her to star-court.

          el is still bad at social interactions, and I hate them, so max ordered for them.

           "okay so will you want vanilla and el you want strawberry." she said before walking off to order.

           the rest of the time we spent at the parlor we spent sulking about the fact that summer was over and that we couldn't swim in the lake right next to us.

           "okay but maybe on a warm day.." said el. I don't think she quite grasps the concept of seasons, but I do believe that some warmer days with be coming up soon anyways.

            "yeah!" exclaimed max, probably thinking the same think as me.

            after we accepting the fact that we couldn't swim, we made our way to max's house, since it was the closest, naturally we headed there.

            when we got into max's house, we found ourselves alone. which meant the house was free reign!! 

             almost instantly el turned on the tv, but eventually she shifted her attention from whatever was playing to the wonder woman comics max was reading.

              but soon I got the best idea, and suddenly we found ourselves in the kitchen baking cookies, flour all over the counter.

          "will, this was your idea, you're cleaning it up!" max said, laughing at the immense mess we made.

           "I'm the guest-" I was interrupted by el.

            "will, its 3!! Joyce wants us home for dinner!" el yelled, panicked. 

            so pretty soon, we were running home, laughing to ourselves. it's warmer than this morning, so at least we aren't too cold. the sun peeked out from over the clouds, shining light on everything.

            lucky for us, we made it before my mom got concerned, so we were greeted with a smile.

            "how was max's?" mom asked. she usually got the same response every time she asked, but she still does.

            "good!" we said at the same time, before picking up our forks to eat.

              the rest of the afternoon went normal, thanking mom for dinner before going to my room to do whatever.

             soon, rain started pouring outside my window, lightning lighting up my room once in a while. rain always "sings me to sleep" but I'm still awake, thinking. mike has been on my mind more than usual, and it's apparent why. but nonetheless, I can't help but wonder what he's up to, how he's feeling right now.

mike POV

      listening to the rain, I cry silently.

      I can't be in love with my best friend. I'm disgusting, what is wrong with me?

      being in love is the only logical explanation as to why I feel like this. why I'm constantly blushing around him, why I can't look away when our eyes meet, why he makes me happy.

      but still, it feels so wrong. 

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