Dustin pulled his shoe on and tied the laces together. He grabbed his walkie, "Hey Lucas, you still going? Over." He said, waiting for a response. After a few seconds the walkie made a crackling sound. "Yeah. I'm coming, leaving right now." Lucas said, his breath crackling against the walkie. "Over." He finished, remembering Dustin's number one rule. "I'll meet you there, over." Dustin said grabbing his walkie and shoving it in his bag.
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Lucas biked to the wheelers and just a few seconds after he pulled into the driveway dustin was there. "You ready for this?" Dustin said, "I don't know man, yesterday was rough. Let's hope Will helped him out." Lucas replied, a grim expression upon his face. "He's gonna be okay." Dustin whispered, honestly trying to make himself believe it.
"Of course he is."
When they walked inside the house was quiet. It almost seemed empty. Like a house for sale. It was clean, very clean. Which was not out of the ordinary but now was suddenly creepy. They reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped to listen. Complete silence. They glanced at each for a moment, fear plastered on their faces.
They began walking up the stairs, each one creaking loudly. They reached mikes room, the door was closed. Lucas put his ear up to the door. Still silent. He looked at Dustin. "Do we go in?" He whispered. Dustin shrugged his shoulders not knowing. Suddenly they heard a floorboard creak beside them. Causing them both to gasp and turn.
It was Will.
He was wearing one of his plaid button up's loosely, the sleeves had fallen down, covering his hands. He wore no pants and was in his boxers. He stared at them for a moment, his eyes wide. "Hey will..." Dustin said. "Oh hey guys. I uh didn't know you were coming this early." He said awkwardly. "Where are your pants?" Lucas asked bluntly causing Dustin to laugh.
Will was flustered.
"I didn't want to sleep in my jeans." He said simply. "Oh yeah, and where'd you sleep?" Dustin asked, raising a brow. "You guys are so weird." Will said, not answering the question, he was fighting a smile. "How's Mike?" Lucas asked. "He's asleep right now but otherwise he's better. He's talking." Will replied. "I was just about to wake him up." Will said. "Yeah okay, we'll wait in the basement?" Dustin said pointing down the stairs. "Yeah that's fine." Will smiled. Lucas just nodded and they went downstairs.
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Will opened the door swiftly trying to avoid the creak that always made him cringe. He walked towards the bed where Mike was laid out flat on his stomach. Will put a hand to his back rubbing it. "Mike...Lucas and Dustin are here if you want to see them? They're in the basement waiting. We can make some food and hang out?" He whispered into his ear, his lips just inches away.
Mike groaned and stretched letting out an even louder groan. "Sounds fun, now dress me."
"What?" Will was startled by the thought. "I'm to sick will. You have to help me." Mike smirked. Will rolled his eyes and smacked Mike across the face. "Ow!" He yelled. "What! I didn't even hit you that hard!" Will said, instantly feeling bad. He pulled Mike up by the wrists. Will walked over to the dresser and grabbed and blue and red striped sweater from the drawer. The wheelers house was freezing.
He walked over to the bed and pulled Mikes shirt off.
Wills eyes seemingly shattered. His brain stopped working. His heart stopped pumping blood. This lungs stopped breathing.
Mikes skin was pale and bright, almost sparkling in the morning light. It was insane. He was so fucking beautiful Will thought he would die.
"Holy shit.." he gasped out.
Mike started laughing and stood up, "What?" He towered over him. The way he was looking at him, his eyes. His fucking lips. It was to much. He wanted to kiss him more than anything. He knew this moment would never leave his mind.
"Nothing." Will started breathing for the first time in minutes. "It's nothing." He grabbed mikes shoulders and pushed him back down on the bed. His skin was so damn soft. Mike put his arms up and Will pulled the sweater over his head, putting his arms in the sleeves.
Mike had this look on his face. Will couldn't particularly place it but he swore he could see he was disappointed. "You can keep those pants on, let's go." Will said. Mike sighed and stood up quickly. He immediately grabbed onto Will for balance. Mike closed his eyes for a moment. "Shit. I got lightheaded." Mike muttered. Will steadied him quickly. "You okay?" Will asked, worried. "Yeah I'm fine." He replied quickly.
They went to the basement.
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STILL SHORT BUT I LOVE IT SO ITS FINE
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