byler oneshots

41 - confused

*they aren't officially together*
*will pov*

After Lucas leaves, I am the only one left in Mike's basement. We sit on the couch as a random movie plays, but I'm not paying attention. All I can think about is how confusing my relationship with Mike is right now.

I wish I just knew how he felt about me. One second he's blowing me off to hang out with the popular kids from school, and the next second he is begging me to go get ice cream with him. Just him.

There have been a few moments, especially in the past few days where our hands have touched and we both blush, or our lips come a little too close together, but it can't mean anything.

I mean, Mike has dated plenty of girls, and he knows I'm gay, everyone does, but he can't be. It just doesn't make sense.

I freeze up at the feeling of our legs touching under the blanket and look over to see Mike casually staring at the TV. A few minutes later, the credits begin to roll, and I build up all the courage inside of me to talk to him about how I'm feeling. He turns the dim lamp on and sits back down next to me, smiling weakly.

"Can I talk to you?" I ask, trembling.

"Sure. Everything okay?" Mike asks, meeting my gaze.

"Uhm...well...I kind of need to talk about us" I stutter out.

"Us?" he questions.

"Yeah, us. Mike, I honestly don't know what's going on between us lately. I don't know if you've noticed, but lately we've been having these...moments. Our hands will touch or something and you'll look at me and smile, but I don't know how to take that. Are you laughing it off? Do you...like it? I guess I'm just a little confused." I say, shaking the whole time.

Mike stares down at his lap and I can practically see the gears turning in his head.

"Yeah, I've noticed. I'm a little confused too, Will. Do you...like me? More than a friend?" Mike says. His words don't sound mean though. They sound understanding. I take a deep breath and feel my words catch in my throat.

"Yeah." I say weakly. I feel intense sadness and regret when he doesn't respond for another minute, each second building anticipation.

"Will, I like you too. More than a friend. I've just been so scared and confused these past few days at these feelings for you, but I don't wanna be scared anymore. I can't keep making you feel bad because. I really, really like you." he says confidently, meeting my gaze.

It's like everything inside of me loses all of its tension and I release a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Y - you really like me?" I stutter out, tears of joy and relief being swallowed back.

"I really like you, Will. So much." he says. Our hands move towards each other on the couch until they finally meet, our fingers interlocking. A chill is sent down my spine just from his touch.

I scoot my body closer to his so that our sides are touching. Before I can process the moment, I feel his soft hand take my chin, tilting my head up and to the side so that our lips are only millimeters apart.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks softly.

"Definitely." I giggle.

He teases me and brushes his lips against mine before kissing me softly. One of my hands rests on his upper thigh and the other holds the back of his neck, pulling us together. His hand stays on my chin and the other finds my waist.

My whole body melts into his as we finally release, me collapsing onto his body.

"I've waited so long for that." I say, laying my head in his lap.

"So have I." Mike whispers, running his slim fingers through my hair. I look up at him and he looks back at me, kissing me softly before continuing to smooth out my hair.