We decided to get seats in the back so we could see the whole screen. We couldn't get any snacks before the film started, which Mike was very upset about. "Why can't they just sell the snacks IN the theater? Like in the same room as the film." Mike kept going on and on about the snacks in a hushed voice. Sometimes it is hard having to listen to him. "Mike, having no snacks is fine. Let's just watch the movie, okay?" I whisper to him.
He sighs. "Ugh, you're right, whatever, screw the snacks." That's more like it. The film is actually pretty good and seems interesting but the whole time... I could only focus on Mike. When focusing on something he looks so serious, it's so cute. I keep looking at him while he looks at the movie then he suddenly whips his head to me. I slightly gasp and turn away. I hear him laugh under his breath as he returns to the movie.
I cover my face out of embarrassment... and of course he notices. "Will? You okay?" He asks quietly. I look at him through my fingers and see him slightly smiling. I feel my heart flutter and my face get red. God, why does he do this to me. I keep my face covered to hide my blush but answer his question. "Yeah, yeah, all good." I whisper back to him.
He chuckles and takes my hands into his to uncover my face. He gets close so I am able to hear him whisper to me. "You are so weird, Byers." He keeps ahold of my hands while looking at me. It seems as if he's studying my face, trying to read my expression. I slightly laugh and turn away before he can see how red i really am. When turning, my hands get ripped away from his and I notice the loss immediately.
We finish the rest of the movie in silence until the credits roll. "Oh my god, I think that's my new favorite movie." Mike turns and says to me. I laugh and agree. "Definitely, I loved it." We start to walk back down the hallway to the shortcut we came from and as we are walking, Mike starts talking.
"Hey, wanna let me sleep over tonight?" He smiles at me. "I already asked my mom and she said she doesn't care as long as your mom doesn't!" I smile back and reply. "Yeah, totally!" Today has been a really good day despite last night. Maybe he just feels bad for me... I don't know.
We ride to my house and it's already kind of late. We go inside and my mom is on the couch reading something. "Hey boys, how was your day?" She puts down her book to get our answer. "Yeah mom, it was fun!" I answer and she turns to Mike. He replies. "Yea, it was super fun!" She smiles and tells us there's dinner in the fridge if we get hungry.
We go to my room and sit on my bed. Mike is right next to me, so close our knees are touching. Today with Mike made me feel so carefree and I actually had fun with him. He makes me feel so good about myself. He never babies me or makes me feel like a freak. The rest of the party doesn't understand me like he does. He makes me feel special. I turn to him, knowing what I need to do before it's too late.
