2-Boys Don't Cry

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(Listen to the song^^)
TW:MENTION OF ABUSE,OVERTHINKING
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Will's POV:

I was still in the hospital beside Mike waiting to be let out. My mom visit and so did Jonathan. They brought me some cool things and I got to listen to Jonathans mixtape with Mike. There was one song in particular that made me calm down. It was 'Boys Don't Cry' by The Cure. I feel like I can relate to it so it made me calm down a bit knowing other people felt like that.

I was close to falling asleep when Mike asked. "Hey Will?" I turned my head and saw him sitting up facing the door of the room we were in. "Yeah?" He turned his head to me. "Why is this song on here? Do you feel like this?" I nodded my head, "I never wanted to tell you because I thought you would think i'm a 'pussy' or a 'gay freak'."

Mike sighed. "These past years have been hard. Lucas is really nice and he gets what being bullied is like but he's just some jock. He's not even my best friend." I smiled. "You are my best friend Will. Always have been and always will be." He put his hand out and I took it, holding it longer than expected.

"I don't understand." Mike said randomly. "Understand what?" He still kept my hand squeezing it. "Well, why do people bully you- because they think you're gay! But whats so wrong with being gay? You can't control who you love." I smiled. "You really think so?" He nodded, "Yeah, yeah I do."

We seperated and fell asleep listening to music. We woke up the next morning to the doctor coming in. "Mr.Byers and Mr.Wheeler, how you guys feeling?" I smiled. "Im doing really good! My body doesn't really hurt anymore except for my lower back." The doctor nodded then wrote stuff down.

"Mr.Wheeler?" Mike turned his head to the doctor still groggy and trying to wake up. I giggled at the mess of his hair. "What- why are you laughing?" I asked the doctor for a mirror and when I got it I handed it to Mike. "Holy- Sh-ishcabob. My hair is so messy!" The doctor chuckled.

"Would you like a brush?" Mike nodded and the doctor left for the brush. "I'm bored." Mike said. "Me too." I smiled at Mike as we started rummaging through the box. "Markers!" I yelled. He smiled. "Why are you so excited about- Markers?" I rolled my eyes. "Because I can do this!" I reached over my hospital bed to his and wrote on his hand.

"Byers! What the hell!" I giggled and I saw him smile at me. He grabbed a marker and soon enough we started having a marker fight. I won! "Byers. Once we get out of these beds. You are so. Dead." I giggle even more. The docotr came in and sighed at the sight. He gave a brush to Mike. "After you're done wash off."

He nods and brushes his hair which works quite well considering his hair is a curly mess.

His hair>

I mean I think he needs to cut it but who am I to complain

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I mean I think he needs to cut it but who am I to complain. I have had the same bowl cut since I was 12 years old. I looked back in the box and saw my diary. I quickly grabbed it and hid it in my blanket. "Byers- what's that?" I shook my head and laughed nervously. "Oh-nothing!" He shook it off.

I sighed and relaxed a bit. I opened it away from Mike and drew what I saw. Mike was reading a book and that's what I drew. I ripped out the page and put it on his bed. "Holy shitballs Will! This is amazing!" I smile. "This is- it's so cool!" I smile at his excitment over a picture. "Can I see a paper?"

I nodded and pulled out a page and gave it to him. He turned the page away from me and drew. He was taking forever but I guess if you want it to look good you have to take time.  He finished and put his pencil down. He pushed the page to me and looked away. I smiled at his work.

"This is so good Mike!!" He turned his head back at me and smiled, "Really?" I nodded quickly, "This is so amazing! I didn't even know you drew!" He smiled. "I've been working on it for a while." I nodded. "Seriously though! I love this!" I said as I put the picture in my diary. "Thanks, I didn't think you'd like it."

I shook my head, "Mike I love it! I can't say that enough! It looks so good!" He smiled and we just sat there for a minute. I coughed ruining the mood but I had to or else something might have happened that I would've regretted. I took another look at the picture in my diary then I started to read and listen to music.

Mikes drawing>

As I was reading the doctor came back in, "Mr

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As I was reading the doctor came back in, "Mr.Wheeler. I'm gonna need you to tell me what happened the day of the incident." Mike nodded his head. "I got a call from Will saying he needed help so I ran to his house. I slammed the door open and saw Lonnie trying to hit Will with a belt..."

The doctor wrote stuff down. "Okay, you guys will be discharged tommorow because you both are feeling good." I smiled and so did Mike. "Thats all from me, the nurse will come in to get you guys food." I nodded and once he left I did a little dance in my bed. "We're going homeee~" I said in a song voice.

Mike laughed. "Okay but we need to calm down because we need energy for tommorow." I nodded, "You're right." I giggled. The nurse came in blah blah blah. It was around 12 am when I was getting tired. I guess I fell asleep because I don't remember anything afterwards.
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Mikes POV:

I looked over and saw Will sleeping, I smiled at the small boy beside me. I saw his diary and contemplated reading it. It was a total invasion of his privacy but what if it had stuff that was important in it. I needed to read it. What I saw next shocked me to my core, so badly I started to tear up right there.


A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this out. I had to do family shit and I was procastinating. Get ready for the next chapter bc theres gonna be a lot of angst and being sad and shit. I hope you enjoyed this one<333 Bye!!

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