TW!
Will walked through the front door, closing it behind him and seeing his mom in the kitchen cooking. He glanced at his watch, 9:26 AM
"Oh hey honey! How was it at Mikes?" Joyce said, adding some salt and pepper to the eggs. "Oh. It was good." Will couldn't help but smile. He turned to see Hopper sitting on the couch, he put a hand up, "Hey kid." He said, his eyes glued to the TV. El walked out of her room from the hall, max following closely behind. "Oh hey Max. I didn't know you were here." Will said, slipping his shoes off.
"Yeah. I stayed the night." She said waving with a smile. Eleven smiled and sat down at the table, Max doing the same thing. Will began walking towards his room while his mom began distributing toast and eggs.
"Honey aren't you gonna eat?" She asked. "Oh yeah, I'm just gonna put my stuff up real quick and wash my hands." He explained, walking into his room and throwing his bag onto his bed. He stared down to see he was still wearing mikes clothes. His eyes widened and his heart quickened at the realization. His face turning a light pink. He shook his head, stupid. He thought, pulling the sweater off and immediately feeling frozen. He pulled the sweater back on, Mike scent was all over it. He decided to just keep the clothes on, they made him feel safe.
After washing his hands Will sat down at the table with max and eleven while his mother sat on the couch with Hopper. He grabbed a fork and began eating his eggs. "So hows Mike?" Max said, a smirk showing, "He utterly heartbroken?" She stifled a laugh. Will felt anger rise up inside him. El rose her eyebrows in curiosity. "Actually he seemed fine. We just played dnd and hung out. It was pretty normal." Will ate his piece of toast. Max bit her lip and Eleven looked disappointed. "Oh." She said, finishing her plate and putting in the sink. Will felt guilt wash over him. Shit. He sighed, eating the rest of his toast and putting his plate away.
"Hey isn't that Mikes shirt?" Max said, looking at him oddly. Wills eyes widened as he pulled at the sleeve in panic. Shit. Shit. Shit. "Oh yeah. It was raining yesterday and I got totally soaked." He said. It wasn't like he was lying. "Oh." Max said suspiciously, eleven glaring at him. Will frowned, a small tear in his eye. He quickly wiped it away and turned, speeding to his room and closing the door.
Fucking idiot. Idiot. Stupid. Stupid.
He insulted himself, smacking at his head and pulling at his hair.
So fucking pathetic..
He began to sob. Curling into his mattress and feeling like and idiot.
——————————
AN: Sorry this chapter is short. It's like 4 am.
