byler oneshots

28 - i love you

*winter of freshman year*
*mike and will are together*
*will pov*

I sit at my desk and draw, just as I have been doing for the past few hours. I've been working on a piece of art for Mike to show him how much I love him without actually having to say it since I don't know if he feels that way about me yet.

I color in the final piece, the red heart on his shield, before rolling it up, hopping in the car next to Jonathan, and driving to his house.

When we pull up, I immediately become insanely nervous and my hands start to shake.

"Hey, buddy, you've got this. He's gonna love the painting." Jonathan says. I force a weak smile before getting out of the car and knocking on his door. I hear shuffling on the other side and a few seconds later, Mike appears in front of me.

"Will! I didn't know you were coming over!" Mike says, smiling from ear to ear.

"Is that okay? I needed to give you something." I say, gesturing towards the rolled up painting in my hand.

"Of course it's okay. I'm really happy that you're here. Do you - wanna go to my room?" Mike asks, his cheeks turning light pink.

"Sure." I say. He takes my hand in his and leads me upstairs and down the hallway into his room where he shuts the door.

"Soooo..." he says awkwardly.

"Right. I need to give you something. I made you a - I made you a painting that reminds me of you." I say, stuttering. My hands shake noticeably as I hand him the painting and watch him unroll it. When it's all flattened out on the bed, he leans over it to look.

"You're the heart, Mike. You're the heart of the party. You bring life to everyone and we are all so lucky to have you, especially me." I say. I see a few tears running down his cheeks.

"Will I - I don't know what to say. This is the most thoughtful, incredible, and beautiful thing that anybody has ever made me. I can't believe that you painted this. It's incredible." he says, turning his body towards me.

"You really like it?" I ask in disbelief.

"Will, I love it. I - I love you." he says, inching towards me. I can feel a chill travel down my spine at the sound of his words.

He loves me.

He loves me.

"What?" I ask, taking his hands in mine.

"I love you, Will. I always have." Mike says, placing one of his hands on my face.

"I love you too. I made the painting to show you how much I love you, because you're my heart." I say. Another tear escapes his eye and I wipe it away with my thumb.

I slowly move my face closer to him and press my lips against his, and immediately they begin to move in sync with each other. One of his hand takes my waist and the other moves to the back of my neck and pulls me into the kiss.

I kiss passionately as I back up into my dresser and he presses me against it as his lips move hungrily against mine.

"I love you so much, Will." he sighs into my neck, kissing me softly.

"I love you too." I groan.