byers house|| 8:07 am
will byers (self harm warning!!)
i saw the guilt in mikes eyes when he left. i felt bad. should i feel bad? he was upset because he hurt me, not because i didn't let him do that with me. i sat there on my bed for a little bit, then i got up and went to go check on mike. and he was sitting on my couch with his hair covering his face and his hands over his eyes. he looked up at the ceiling and it seemed like he was struggling to breathe. i ran over to him.
"mike! mike it's okay i'm right here." but he shook his head. he stood up and walked outside and i followed him. he was sobbing. he stopped outside and fell, hitting his head on the porch. "MIKE!" i quickly pulled him to me and he touched my face. he stood back up.
"i'm sorry will, everything just went blurry. i'm so sorry. i'm right here." i started to cry. even when he's upset he's the sweetest boy ever. "come o-on let's go inside." mike stood up and helped me up. he took my hand and squeezed it, and we went inside.
"hey will, you should go get some rest." mike said softly. he took my hands and kissed my cheek. i really wish he would've kissed my lips. so i did it myself, i pulled him close to me and kissed him. i put my arms around his neck. and he smiled softly, and we went into my room. i laid down and he started to leave.
"you're not gonna lay with me?.." i said softly. and he walked over to me.
"i'll be right back, will. i promise. just give me a couple minutes." he kissed my forehead and caressed my face. i drifted off to sleep.
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mike wheelers pov.
i closed the door and went into the kitchen. i needed something to distract myself. i searched the kitchen and found a knife. i guess this will would. i walked into the bathroom and questioned if i would really do this. i sat down on the floor and pulled up my sleeves. i placed one cut on my arm. then another. then another. there had to be at least 5 cuts on my wrist. then the blood came. the pain hurt, but i liked it. then i heard knocking on the door.
"mike? are you alright?" will. shit shit shit.
"yes will! i'm okay i'll be out in a few more minutes! i'm just washing off my face!" i turned on the sink and started rinsing off my arm and put bandages on it, then pulled my sleeves down. fuck where do i put the knife? i put it under the sink, just for now. i walked out and will was at the door waiting for me. the blood didn't stop bleeding completely and it started leaking through the bandages. it was fine. it was completely fine. i had long sleeves and a black shirt on. will looked at me and grabbed my hands.
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will byers pov
i grabbed mikes hands and kissed him softly, then became more passionate. i pushed him up against the wall. mike blushed. i pulled away for a moment to catch my breathe and then kissed mike again. i started to take his shirt off but he grabbed my hands.
"no! i- never mind." he softly pushed me away. something was wrong and i know it was. so i just smiled, and i grabbed his hand and pulled him to bed. he sat down on the bed.
"mike, come on let's go to sleep." "but will it's so early-" i pulled him on the bed with me. i snuggled close to him, and wrapped my arm around him. he kissed me and we stared into each other's eyes, smiling.
"i have the best boyfriend and best friend anyone could ever ask for." mike whispered to me. and i knew, me and mike were perfect for each other. soulmates. i was never giving that up. he was too perfect. i put my hand on his face. everything was amazing. i had an amazing boyfriend. if anything bad happened, we would get through it. together.
