I thought I lost you (byler)

Fixing us.

Mike POV

i arrive at Will's house and barge through the doors. On the couch is Jonathon and El who look at me in shock.

"Mike you're back." El says surprised as her and Jonathon stand up.

"What are you doing here?" Jonathon's voice lingers into annoyance.

"Where is he?" I say panting still recovering from the bike journey.

"Where do you think? " glaring at me, Jonathon delivers sarcasm.

He has every right to be annoyed with me.

I glance towards Will's room then instantly walk towards it.

Jonathon stands up and blocks my way.

"I don't think that's a good idea." He eases his voice but still stands tall.

"I have to talk to him." I plead. "Please. I know I've been a douche to him. I know I've been an idiot but he is my best friend."

"Jonathon, him and Will must talk or they will both be sad." El turns from the couch and says.

Jonathon pauses them removes himself from the doorway.

I walk past him.

"Mike." He calls after me

"Yeah?" I turn round.

"Please don't hurt him." His eyes fall into despair.

I won't.

I turn round to open Will's door.

He looks up at me in shock but doesn't say anything.

I can tell he has been crying.

Before I enter his room a I notice a few things... Will is kneeling and is no longer wearing my shirt which now lays in front of him. I notice that he has a painting in his hand. I notice a few paintings are scattered messily on the floor. These paintings used to be on his wall.

Will acts like he doesn't acknowledge me and continues picking up each painting on the floor.

The room is still burdened with the melancholy music silence plays.

I don't say anything. I kneel in front of him and help him pick up the paintings.

Beautiful paintings.

I could never forget how talented Will is. I even have quite a bit of his paintings in my room... but, he doesn't know that.

I continue to pick the paintings from the floor when I noticed one of them is ripped. I pick it up trying to figure out what it is.

"Oh umm Hand me that one Mike." Angst overtakes Will's tone as he signals his hand for me to pass it to him.

I look down at the torn pieces of paper putting them together.

My world shatters.

Two young boys sitting down on the swings. One with brown hair the other with black.

Me and Will.

"Shit Mike im sorry Just forget about that painting it was a stupid one anyways." Will takes it from my hands and scrunches it up.

I feel my heart tear.

"Will-" I try to explain myself.

"You don't have to Mike... I just.. I want you back. As friends... we can stay friends... It was stupid of me to try and force you to become more. To force you to make that stupid confession and to feel the need to kiss me." He continues his eyes glancing back up and down "Just please have me back. We don't have to talk about it. We can forget the past few days ever happened. Just please have me back. I need you back." He says weakly as the mere cracks in his voice break up his words.

"Will." I raise my voice but still maintain composure.

He pauses and stares.

"I don't want to forget about the past few days and you didn't force me to make that stupid confession or to well you know.... To kiss you." I take a hold of his hand.

"what? " Doubt drips from Will's eyes .

"I was being a douche but these past few days have been the most scariest and the most amazing days of my life... these past few days being with you. .. and I care for you Will I do. I can't stop, even if I tried, I couldn't, because... because I love you. I kissed you because I wanted to." My heart takes hold of the conversation.

I watch Will cling onto my every word as I continue to speak.

"It's just scary. I mean things changing so quickly. People knowing. I'm not I'm not ready for what comes next. But something I do know is that whatever life tries to throw at us I want you to be my side . Me and you together. Crazy together." I smile.

He smiles back.

"Crazy together." He chuckles.

I glance down at his lips.

Oh crap.

I want to kiss him again.

Is that wrong?

What even are we to each other right now?

"Friends?" Will asks in anticipation.

"Best friends." I smile back at him my eyes hovering over to his lips.

Will catches on and blushes and exchanges his gaze to the paintings in the floor and doesn't say anything. I quickly look away flushed.

This is a bad idea. Isn't it?

"Will?" I say his name in nervousness.

"Yes, Mike?" He looks up at me his eyes like hazel honeycombs. For a few seconds I am lost in his gaze.

I glance at his lips again this time moving closer. The tension between us could be sliced. with a knife. Silence harmonises as we are nose to nose.

I move in closer and closer.
Now, our noses are full on touching. My heart pounds as my brain body is overflown with heat. A warm comforting fire emerges within me.

I press my lips against his.

I kiss him.

He kisses back.

Fireworks explode within me.

This kiss was even better than the last one. During the kiss I feel warmth transcend between the two of us. His lips were soft like the ridges of dunes in the desert.

Eventually, we both pull away.

"Crazy together ." We say in sync as both our cheeks go red like the petals of roses.

We are best friends. Best friends who love each other. People show love in different ways.... Some people hand shake.... Some people hug.... What's the matter with a few kisses here and there?