byler oneshots

17 - winter break date

*winter break of freshman year*
*will pov*

I pace back and forth and try to figure out a date idea for Mike and I. He has planned every single one of our dates, and if I were him, I would finally want me to plan one.

I storm into Jonathan's room and see him and Nancy kissing on the bed, immediately turning their heads in complete humiliation when they see me.

"Every heard of knocking?!" Jonathan yells.

"Sorry! I need to ask you guys something though. What has been one of your favorite winter dates?" I ask, Jonathan's eyes furrowing in confusion.

"Why?" he asks.

"We'll I'm kinda trying to plan a date for Mike and I but I can't come up with any ideas." I groan in frustration.

"Awww that's so sweet! I would say probably when Jonathan and I went ice skating on that pond near Maple and then came back and had hot chocolate." Nancy says, Jonathan nodding and smiling in agreement.

"Oh my god, that's perfect. Thank you!" I say, stumbling out of the room and to the phone. I quickly dial Mike's number by memory and it only rings once before I hear his voice on the other line.

"Will!" he says happily. I let out a sigh of relief at the sound of his voice. 

"Hey, Mike. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go and ice skate and then come back to my house and have hot chocolate?" I say, crossing my fingers that he is available today.

"Of course! When should I come over?" he asks.

"You can come over now if that works." I say hopefully.

"Okay, let me just get dressed and find my old ice skates and I'll head over. Bye, Will." he says. I say goodbye and hang up, running to my room. I find my favorite pair of baggy blue jeans, a brown sweater, and boots and get my pair of ice skates out of closet before brushing my hair and hearing a knock on the door.

"It's Mike!" I yell, walking quickly to the door.

I open it to see him, his cheeks rosy and his hair messy, as per usual. He's wearing black jeans and a green sweater and he's carrying a pair of beat up ice skates in his hand, but sets them down when he sees me. I set mine down as well as he scoops me up in his arms, kissing me all over my face as I just laugh.

"This is gonna be so fun. You ready?" I say, picking my ice skates back up.

"Absolutely." he says, taking my hand and leading me down the steps. We walk hand in hand and talk about our winter breaks the entire way, both of us becoming insanely excited when we see the completely frozen over pond. It's small, but there is nobody else here because of how cold it is. We sit on a snowy bench and slip on our ice skates, Mike bending down to the mine for me.

"I've only been ice skating like once, so I'm gonna need some help." I laugh.

"That's okay with me. I'm basically a pro because my mom forced Nancy and I to take lessons when were little." he says, causing me to laugh at the thought of him trying to ice skate as a little kid.

He steps onto the ice and faces me, reaching his warm hand out as I take it and step onto the pond. He begins to skate forward, me shuffling awkwardly behind him.

"See, you got it!" he says, causing me to become more comfortable. I begin to step and slide after him, our hands still together.

He stops and spins me around, but I lose my balance and before I know it, I feel myself fall backwards right onto the ice, laughing hysterically in embarrassment.

"Will, are you okay?" Mike says worriedly, kneeling down next to me. All I can do is laugh and try to get up, but I'm too out breath to get back on my feet.

"We'll you've only fallen once, so your improving!" Mike says, leaning over me. He presses his cold lips onto mine as I shiver at the feeling of his hand on my cheek. Our cold lips move in sync for a few more seconds before he slowly pulls away, kissing my cheek softly and reaching out his hand to help me get up.

I take it and he pulls me onto my feet carefully, pulling me behind him as we continue to skate.

We skate for the next hour until our lips are blue and we are shiver uncontrollably, and then we head back to my house, his arm around me the whole way home in hopes to keep me warm. It wasn't really working, but it was nice having his arm around me.

When we walk into my house, I call for Jonathan and my mom, but neither are home.

"Oooo home alone." he says, wiggling his eyebrows as I punch him playfully.

I take out two packets of hot chocolate powder from the cabinet and start boiling a pot of milk, mixing in the powder when it's warm. When it's finally done, Mike finds a pack of marshmallows and pours a few into each of our cups along with some holiday sprinkles.

We sit down on my couch as I cover us with a heavy blanket, cuddling into Mike's side.

"This is perfect." Mike says, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Yeah, it really is." I say, drinking some of mine. When we both finish our drinks, we set the mugs down on the table beside the couch and I lay my head in Mike's lap.

"I love you, Mike." I say, realizing that this is the first time I've ever said that. I regret my words when I don't hear him respond.

"I love you too, Will. More than anything." he whispers back, running his fingers through my hair.