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♡ 26 - fight ♡

FINALLY it is done -rampage-  :)) thank you for the request this one turned out long lol, hope u like it<3

cg!will
little!mike (2)

Mike could be a real hothead sometimes. He was short-tempered and quick to anger when things frustrated him. Whenever he felt strong emotions, he sometimes couldn't control them. Which is what was currently happening. Mike sat on the floor, having a full-blown meltdown because his drawings supposedly "didn't look right." Thankfully, it was only him and Will alone; and truthfully, the drawings were hardly the problem. On a rare occasion, Mike would have one of his bad days, meaning that he'd be extremely fussy in and out of littlespace, and they were not pleasant. He didn't know why it happened, but he just felt upset and angry. Angry at everyone and the world.

Mike growled and threw a crayon at the wall, tearing out the piece of paper he'd been coloring on and crumpling it up. He threw it aside, burying his head in his hands. Seeing this, Will walked over to him.
"Mike, maybe you can take a break and try something el-" he spoke.
"No!" Mike screamed pulling his hands away. "Do this!"
"But buddy, you're getting really upset over this." Will testified calmly.
"Shut up! I don' care!" hissed Mike. Will's brows furrowed.
"Mike, that's really rude. You know I'm just trying to help you, can you please say sorry?" Will asked.

"No!" Mike argued.
"Why not?" Will questioned.
"Because, I just- everything's stupid, saying sorry is stupid, and- and so are you!" Mike fought. Mike's voice had returned to normal, his vocabulary seemingly bigger. He had slipped out of littlespace and they both knew it. So, Will took this chance to talk to him more.. maturely.
"And what are you, perfect? I'm just trying to take care of you, and you just push me away! What more do you want from me?" Will burst out. His aggressive tone triggered Mike to be defensive.
"What exactly is your problem, dumbass?" Mike spat.

"Me? I'm not the one with a problem! If you hate me that much and if I'm so stupid then why the hell are you here?" Will exclaimed with confusion and anger. Mike's expression flickered for a moment. Just a fraction of a second, a look appeared on his eyes. Will couldn't tell if it was one of guilt, hurt, maybe rage?
"I- fine! I don't have to be here anyways!" he replied, stomping to the door. "And I don't even want to!" he added, before running out the doorway and slamming the door shut. Will sighed, staring at the crayons on the floor where Mike once sat. He was saddened. He didn't feel like nor did he expect getting into a fight with his best friend.

Meanwhile, Mike went into overdrive, absorbed in his thoughts as he absentmindedly rode his bike. He didn't realize, but his lip slightly quivered and turned into a frown. The fight replayed in his head once more. He deeply regretted what he said. He regretted it the moment he had spoken them, but it was too late. The damage had already been done. He hoped things would be better at school, but no such luck.

A couple days later, Mike sat at his desk, tapping his pencil as he glanced at the clock. Only a few more minutes before they'd be let out of school. He tried to pay attention to what his teacher was saying, but his eyes couldn't help but focus on Will, who sat just two desks over. Mike shifted in his seat, thinking about how abnormal the day felt. They were two friends practically joined at the hip, and now they hadn't spoken for days. Will didn't even show up at lunch. Mike gazed at him just as Will turned his head. Mike quickly blinked and turned his head forward again as if he hadn't been looking.

Will felt strange being in such close proximity to Mike after their fight. He missed him, but it felt like suffocating tension. What were they even fighting over anyways? Heck, he didn't even show up to lunch because he didn't want to drown in the awkwardness. The bell rings echoed throughout the school, signaling the end of school and another day apart. Will quickly gathered his things and rushed out, eyes locked on the floor. Mike watched this, eyes following the boy as he promptly left, almost as if he was trying to get away. Mike's expression turned to one of sadness.

That night, rain pattered against the window. Mike felt exhausted, but he could hardly sleep. A lingering feeling of worry formed in the pit of his stomach. What if he really offended Will? Or Will didn't care as much as he did, if at all. What if he never got him back, or-
Mike trembled at the sound of a harsh crack and a flash of light outside his window, following by an aggressive rumbling from overhead. Mike swallowed. "No, no.." he whimpered under his breath. One of his biggest fears. Thunderstorms. He wished that he had Will to be there for him, but he only remembered what had happened between them.

He tried to brave it out, curling up under his blanket as he listened to the storm from outside. But it was getting stuffy under there, and he began to cry softly. A sharp bang of lightning came down again, causing Mike to let out a small yelp.
"Nope," he decided, "I'm not doing this today." So, he jumped out of his bed, grabbing his raincoat. He opened his window, letting the sound of rain fill the room. He looked down, swallowing nervously. It was a bit of a jump. But impulsively, he climbed out, dragging the window shut from the outside. His back was glued to the side of the house when he looked down, examining the distance as the rain poured on him.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped off, falling onto the ground with a harsh "thud". He winced in pain as fell to his knees, contemplating going back inside. However, his determination got the best of him.
"No. I'm going to see Will." he muttered sternly, beginning to run. Normally he'd have to bike the distance, but it was no matter to Mike. He cut through trees and backyards, heading for Will's house, all through the night's rain. His eyes lit up as he spotted Will's house, his legs not slowing down. He only stopped when he reached the side of the house, where he knew Will's bedroom window would be.

He banged on the window with his palm, hoping someone would notice. From the inside, Will curiously pulled the curtain away to find a rain-soaked Mike with pleading eyes. Immediately, Will opened the window, grabbing Mike's hands and pulling him through. Mike landed on floor with a "thump", panting slightly. After closing the window, Will immediately kneeled down to the boy.
"Mike- Mike, what happened?" he asked, voice laced with concern.
"W-was scared." Mike's voice quavered, having slipped into littlespace. Will cooed.
"Aww, shh, it's okay now." he comforted him, pulling him into a hug. Mike latched onto him tightly, having missed his touch.

When Will pulled away, a quiet whine escaped Mike due to the lack of warmth. Will looked up at him, and Mike, realizing what he just did, immediately tightened his lips. Will chuckled as he rummaged through his drawers. He pulled out a set of clothes, setting them down for Mike. "Here, change into these so you won't be icky." Mike stared at the clothes in his hands. "Bud, do you need help..?" Will asked him warmly. Mike looked down with a sheepish nod. "It's alright, I can help you." Will replied casually, helping Mike undress from his wet clothes to clean ones.

When they were finished, Will turned off the lamp, letting them both lay on the bed. Mike instinctively snuggled into Will's side. He couldn't see it, but Will smiled to himself.
"I missed you." Mike said, breaking the silence.
"I.. missed you too." Will replied, his arm around the other.
"And, um, m' sowwy. Was a meanie." Mike pouted.
"It's okay." Will laughed quietly. "I could've handled things better too."
"Wanna be fwends. Best fwends, wight?" Mike asked hopefully.
"Of course, buddy. We're the best friends ever." replied Will. Mike couldn't hold back a smile, leaning into Will as they both drifted off to sleep.

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