byler oneshots

11 - coming out and confessions pt 1

*sometime during freshman year*
*will pov*

I've known for basically my whole life that I like boys, and I want to tell someone, but I'm too nervous to tell my mom, and I think Jonathan already knows, so the only other person I can think to tell is Mike.

A part of me thinks that there is chance that he won't support me, but the other part of me remembers that Mike and I have been best friends for basically our entire lives, and he supports me in everything I do. The only thing is, Mike is the one who made me realize that I like boys. I guess I've always been in love with him, but when I was younger, I thought that it was wrong to feel that way about another boy because of what my dad used to say, but now I realize that it isn't that big of a deal to most people.

As I ride my bike to Mike's house, rain begins to fall heavily, soaking my clothes and making my hair drip down my cold back as I walk up the path to his house. Lucky for me, Mike is the one that answers the door. He stands in front of me in cargo pants and a black band tee, his raven locks falling in his eyes.

"Will! Are you okay?" Mike asks, looking at me pathetically standing in the rain and shaking violently.

"Yeah. I need to talk to you." I say. He lets me in and I walk past him, stopping on the carpet.

"Oh, Will, let me get you some clothes. Come upstairs." he says, taking my hand and leading me to his room. When we get there, he rummages through his drawer and pulls out his favorite green and yellow Hawkins High sweatshirt and grey sweatpants and hands then to me.

"I'll turn around while you change." he says, facing his window. I weakly smile and take off my wet clothes, replacing them with Mike's. The sweatshirt smells like him; cheap cologne and fresh laundry and I wrap my arms around my torso as I tell him that he can turn around. When he does, he looks me up and down and I can feel myself blush, despite how much of a nervous wreck I am on the inside.

"So, what did you need to talk about?" Mike asks, sitting on his bed next to me. Our legs are just barely touching, and I can feel the heat of his body on mine.

"Mike it's - it's a really big deal. You have to promise not to tell anyone. Please." I say, tears running down my face. Mike looks insanely worried, but I try to force a smile to ease his nerves, and mine.

"I won't, Will. I promise." he says, nodding his head.

"Okay - remember that day of our biggest fight when you said something about me not liking girls?" I sob.

"Yeah but I didn't..." he says, but I interrupt.

"You were right, Mike. I don't like girls. I like boys. And I understand if you never want to see me again, and if you don't wanna be my friend, but I had to tell you." I say, burning my face in my hands and sobbing as quietly as I can. My heart stings when I hear him sigh loudly.

"I'm so sorry, Mike. God, I'm so sorry. It's just that - that my dad used to make me feel like a mistake for it, so I thought it was wrong. I guess I really am a mistake." I cry. Just then, I feel his warm hand move my hands off my face. He uses his hand to angle is face towards mine, my heart beating a thousand miles per hour.

"Will, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. Nothing, and I mean nothing will every change our friendship. Of course I support you." he says, moving his hand down and putting it on top of mine.

"You do?" I cry.

"Of course I do. Thank you for telling me. And I..." he begins to say, but just puts his head down and faces it towards the bed.

"What's wrong?" I say, his eyes floating back to me.

"I think I like you, Will."