byler oneshots

04 - carnival date

*summer after freshman year - fourth of july*
Mike POV

I pick up the phone and dial Will's phone number by memory sand listening to it ring.

"Hi Mike!" I hear Will say on the other line.

"Hi! Happy fourth of july!" I say, smiling into the phone.

"Happy Fourth of July! Do you have any plans?" he asks.

"No, and that's kinda of why I was calling you. I was wondering if you maybe would want to go to the carnival later and watch the fireworks from the top of the Ferris wheel?" I ask nervously, cracking my knuckles to relive the stress of waiting for a response.

"Oh my god, yes. That would be so fun! Should I come over around eight and we can ride or bikes there?" Will asks.

"That sounds great! I'll see you then." I say, saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. It's already six, so I run into my room and slam the door, rummaging though my closet to find a good outfit. I finally decide on a pair of blue jeans, a red short sleeve shirt, and white converse. By the time I'm ready, I listen to a few songs before hearing a knock on the door and running to it, swinging it open.

"Hi." I say, looking him up and down. He's wearing blue jeans, a white shirt, and red converse and his hair is falling in his eyes. He looks great. I look back up and see him blushing and staring at his feet.

"Hi." I say, moving a little closer to him.

"You ready?" I ask, brushing a piece of hair out of his face.

"Absolutely." he says quietly, his face turning even redder as he turns around and grabs his bike.

The sun begins to set as we bike there, and when we finally arrive, there are huge crowds of people waiting to get in.

"The fireworks won't start for another half hour, so do you wanna go on that?" I say, pointing towards a ride where you are in a booth and it swings you around.

"That looks a little bit...scary." he says, obviously embarrassed.

"Come on. I won't let anything happen to you." I reassure him, dragging him towards the ride. When we get in, the worker puts the bar down to secure us, and when the ride starts to move, Will grabs my hand in fear.

"Are you okay?" I yell over the music and noise around us.

"Yeah." he says, squeezing my hand tighter. I interlock our fingers and they stay like that for the entire ride, big smiles on our faces when it's over.

We wait in line for the Ferris wheel, and just before getting into the booth, I ask the guy working if he can stop us at the top for a little while, and he says yes but I have to give him extra money, which I do.

Will climbs into the cart and I slide in next to him, our bodies pressed against one another's. The cart begins to move, and when we get to the top, it comes to a halt.

"Why did we stop?" Will says worriedly.

"I told him to stop us at the top so that is we could see the fireworks from up here." I say, looking at him.

"Thank you, Mike. This is so sweet." Will says, interlocking his fingers with mine.

"I'm so glad that we're doing this. I feel like we haven't hung out in a while and I missed us." I say, looking at Will.

"I've missed us too. A lot." he says. Just as he finishes speaking, red and blue fireworks shoot up into the sky and explode, shooting colors and sparks across the sky. Our eyes shoot you to the sky and we watch for a little while until I feel Will's eyes on me, so I look at him, suddenly becoming super nervous.

"What?" he giggles.

"Nothing." I laugh, feeling myself blush.

I slowly move my hand up to his face, cupping his cheek with my hand and looking down to his lips and back up to his eyes.

"God, you make me so nervous." Will says, trying to turn his head away to hide his blushing face, but I keep his chin tilted up towards me. I slowly move my lips to his, closing the space between us. I press them softly onto his, and at first he is surprised, but he slowly eases into it and runs his fingers slowly through my hair, literal fireworks going off above our heads.

When we finally lean away, the sky is dark and just the reflection of the carnival lights light up his face, just enough for me to see his bright pink cheeks.

"This is my favorite date." Will says quietly, almost inaudible.

"Me too." I whisper back.