byler oneshots

45 - drawings

*they are together*
*mike pov*

I hear a knock on the door and the sound of shuffling downstairs.

"Mike! Will's here!" I hear my mom yell. I jump off my bed, running down the stairs to see Holly running up to Will. He scoops her up in his thin arms, hugging her tightly and then setting her on the ground.

"Holly! I've missed you!" Will says, causing Holly to blush and giggle.

"I missed you too!" Holly says, smiling from ear to ear. Will meets my gaze as my heart melts from how much my sister loves him and how well he treats her.

"Mike!" Will exclaims, hugging me tightly. Holly runs off into the living room, leaving just Will and i in the living room with our arms wrapped around each other.

"I've missed you too." I tease, leaning away and admiring his cute outfit. He's wearing jeans and my sweater, and he's carrying a small bag, most likely holding his favorite sketch pad which he brings everywhere in case he finds inspiration while he's out.

He blushes when he sees me staring, so I take his hand in mine and lead him upstairs, shutting my door behind us.

"I still have some homework I need to do." I groan, pulling my notebook and pen out of my backpack.

"Oh okay, I'll just draw." Will says contently, laying down on my bed with his pencil and paper. I sit criss cross and begin to take notes, listening to the sound of Will's pencil against the paper. Every-time I try and glance at his work, he hides it.

"Why aren't you showing me?" I complain.

"Just keep doing your notes!" he teases, moving a pillow so that I can't see it. I can feel his eyes on me every few seconds which makes me insanely nervous, but I try to ignore it so that I don't blush too much.

We sit in silence for about another hour, peaceful and happy with each other's company. When I finally finish my notes, I put it in my bag.

"Please show me the drawing!" I beg, Will meeting my gaze and turning red.

"No, it's embarrassing." Will says, staring down at the paper.

"Come on, Will." I plead. He slowly hands me the sketch book, and my words catch in my throat when I see it. It's a sketch of me doing my notes, and it looks professional. I know that he's been working a lot lately on his drawing skills, but this is better than I could ever have imagined.

"Will I - I can't believe you made this. This is incredible." I stutter, not taking my eyes off the drawing. He stands up, staring at his feet.

"You like it?" Will says in awe.

"I love it. So much." I say, bringing it over to my desk. I can feel his eyes on me as I grab the binder of drawings that Will had given me over the years since we were kids. Almost the whole thing is filled.

"What's that?" Will questions, walking over to me.

"It's a binder of all the artwork you've made me." I say, slipping the new drawing into the front pocket.

"You kept all of these?" Will asks, his voice becoming shaky.

"Of course I did. I would never get rid of them." I say, closing the binder and putting it back into the drawer.

I turn around and spin Will so that his back is against the desk, tilting his head up to meet mine.

"The drawing is beautiful, thank you." I say, pressing my lips onto his. My hand finds his waist and his arms drape over my neck, pulling my closer. Our lips move in sync, his hands roaming my body.

"I love you, Will." I say between kisses.

"I love you too, Mike. More than anyone. It's always been you." Will says, making me melt.