byler oneshots

30 - meant for you

*summer after sophomore year*
*mike and will are together*
*mike pov*

I pull up to Will's house and turn the engine off, checking my hair in the mirror before hopping out of the car and walking slowly up to his door, a bundle of daisies in hand. I knock casually on his door, but I immediately feel like I'm going to melt into the ground when he appears in front of me wearing jean shorts, black converse, and one of my shirts.

"Wow." I say, my voice trembling as I hand him the daisies.

"Daisies are my favorite." he says, putting them in a vase and returning back to the door where I am a still starstruck

"You ready?" I ask, taking his hand in mine. He nods eagerly and we walk to my car, him getting in the passenger seat. I drive the whole way to the record store with one hand on the wheel and one hand holding Will's in the center console between our seats.

"Can we play The Cure?" Will asks excitedly.

"We listen to them every time you're in the car!" I laugh.

"I know, but they're just so good." he gawks. I slip the record into the record player and despite what I said, I sing with Will all the way until the car shuts off in the parking lot.

When we get out, I immediately take his hand in mine and interlock our fingers, not afraid of what anyone in the store may think or say. Our fingers stay together when I open the door to the shop, Wills eyes lighting up at the sight of all the records in front of him. There are shelves and shelves of every band and song that you can possibly think of.

Will leads me down an aisle where he immediately finds an orange album labeled The Smiths.

"Mike! They have an original album from The Smiths!" he says, holding it up in front of his face for me to see.

"I'll buy it for you." I say, enjoying how amused he is. He hugs me tightly before his eyes shoot to an album a few rows away. He runs quickly over to it and picks it up, a wide smile spreading across his face as he examines the cover.

"Tears for Fears!!!" he says, holding it up again. I admire how happy he is as he walks quickly through the store, examining the albums and singing parts of songs if he recognizes the band. I can't help but let my heart flutter at the sight of his eyes sparkling.

When we get to the end of the last aisle, I make sure that there is nobody around, and I press my lips firmly on Will's. At first he is surprised, but then his lips start to move in sync with mine, one of his hands on my neck and the other holding the stack of records.

When we finally pull away, he looks happier than he ever has.

"This is my favorite date." he says quietly, continuing through the aisle and to the cashier stand.

"All of these?!" she laughs, looking down at the large stack of records in front of her.

"Yup." he says, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

"No, Will. I got it." I say, sliding the woman a few bills and her handing me some change a few seconds later.

"When we get to my car and HES sitting back in the passenger seat with the bag of records at his feet, he takes my face in his hand.

"Mike, thank you." he says, kissing my cheek softly as I feel myself blush.

"Of course. Will you looked so beautiful in there. It's like you were meant for music." I say, his cheeks turning red.

"No, Mike, I was meant for you." he says quietly.