I pick up my phone to text Will.
"hey will are you still coming over?" I type quickly and send. I stare at my screen, the light glowing against my face in the dark bedroom. Will was supposed to get here hours ago.. I'm worried.
A couple minutes pass by and still no reply. I cant stop myself from thinking the worst. To ease my mind I go to his contact in my phone, it reads "will :)" with his picture set as us together during quarantine. I quickly press the call button and wait for him to pick up.
"Hello?" I hear a hoarse, half whisper voice say on the other line. "Will? Why haven't you been answering my texts?" I ask, confused.
"Mike, I've been sleeping." He says, followed by a light chuckle. Ohhhh... That makes sense. Why do I always get so scared when he doesn't answer?
"Oh. Did I wake you up? I'm sorry man, I didn't know. I wouldn't have cal-" I try to say but get interrupted by a quiet laugh. "Mike, It's really okay. I've just been kind of sick so i've been trying to sleep it off, you know?" He tells me.
"Oh, that's why you didn't come over." I reply, not being able to hide the sadness in my voice. I hear him gasp on the other line. "OH MY GOD MIKE IM SO SORR-" He tries to yell but it turns into a long, loud coughing fit.
When he finishes coughing he continues. "Mike, I completely forgot. I realized I was sick and my mom had to go to the store for me and she was babying me the whole day and it completely slipped my mind." I listen to what he says and it makes sense, Joyce is pretty paranoid when it comes to Will. I guess it just sucks to hear that he forgot about me. I know it sounds selfish, honestly even I wish I didn't think like this.
"Mike? Are you there?" I hear Will ask. "Yeah, sorry.. It's okay thought, don't worry about it." I tell him. He sighs. "Thank you, I still feel really bad but we will hang out right when I get better." He says, cheerfully.
"Will." I don't know what i'm going to say but I want to see him. "Yea, Mike?" He replies.
"Can I come over... right now instead?"
I didn't even know I was going to say that. "Mike, I just told you i'm sic-" He tries to say but I interrupt him. "I don't care, Will. Please?"
"Yeah, Yeah of course." I feel myself smile at the phone without realizing. "Okay i'll be there soon." I say as I hang up. I jump up from my bed and grab my shoes and my jacket while trying to get outside as quick as possible.
I reach his house, throwing my bike down and speed walk to the door. After knocking for a bit, Will opens it. His hair is all ruffled up from laying down all day. He's in a t shirt and sweatpants and when I look up to meet his eyes he's rubbing them while yawning.
"Hi Mike." He says, smiling. "Hey, how are you feeling?" I ask him, walking into the house. We pass a mirror on the way to his room and he stops to fix his hair. "Mikeee, why didn't you tell me I looked like a mess!" He says in a whiny voice.
I walk over and grab his hands to stop him from fixing his hair. "You can pull off the messy hair." I say smiling. I feel the air between us get thick as we stare at each other. I quickly let go of his hands and continue to his room.
"To answer your question.. I've felt better but not too bad right now." He tells me. He comes into the room behind me, closing the door. He goes straight to his bed and gets under the covers.
"I'm sorry you had to come over so late... and i'm sorry I didn't come over sooner." He says, apologies filling his voice. "It's okay, you're sick... I think I can let it slide. Just this once though." I say to him teasingly. He smiles.
As I sit on the edge of the bed I realize how lonely he must feel sometimes. He lives the farthest from the rest of the party and doesn't get to hang out much since Joyce is very overprotective. I sigh and place my hand on his, squeezing lightly. He looks up at me through his long lashes.
"Will, how are you really doing?" I say, my voice coming off serious. He looks away and stares at our hands together. "I'm not sure. Some days I feel good and... really happy but other days-" He stops to take a breath. "- just aren't as good. I feel alone and sometimes I can't even get out of bed." He uses his free hand to fidget with my fingers on top of his other hand.
"Can I-" I start to ask him a question as I feel a lump in my throat. I swallow. "Can I lay with you?" He finally meets my eyes and doesn't answer, verbally at least. He just softly nods. I lift up the covers and he quickly grabs my wrist.
"WAIT. Mike, i'm sick. I don't want you to get this too." He says to me. I laugh. "I don't care." I say quickly while getting under the blanket. He sighs, knowing he won't be able to convince me. His body is so cold. His bed isn't very big and his arm and leg push against mine. He turns on his side to face me and I copy.
He starts to talk. "Thank you for comi-"
I push my lips again his. His lips were cold and I thought they were frozen for a second since he wasn't kissing me back. I grab the back of his neck to bring him closer. He starts to slowly move his lips against mine as he grips onto the front of my shirt. His free hand goes straight to my hair, slightly pulling on it. I gasp softly into his mouth.
We both pull away, breathing quickly as we look at each other with red cheeks.
"You're definitely sick now." Will finally says. He starts laughing at his own comment and I start laughing too. Our heads fall onto each other's as we break into loud laughter.
He makes me so happy.
