Why was he holding his hand (when he's supposed to be mine?)

Chapter 21 - I'm a wreck when I'm without you -

The drive to school the next morning was awkward. Will spent most of the drive staring out of the window. He couldn't bring himself to end it with David, but he knew it wasn't fair to be forcing him to be in a relationship with someone who didn't feel the same. Sighing as he was stuck in his inner turmoil, he didn't notice David staring in concern at him.

David liked Will, he really did, and he believed Will liked him too, or at least wanted too. But there was Mike. David had the sneaking suspicion that he liked David but loved Mike. Of course it hadn't escaped his notice that he looked like Mike. Same hair color, same haircut, same height, same freckled faces. The more he had gotten to know Will the more he had noticed how Will's mood depended on Mike. He'd noticed what everyone else who was apart of Will's life already knew. Will's life revolved around Mike.
The realization had come the other day and at first David had been a bit hurt. However, after having a couple days to think it over he had realized it was for the best. Of course he liked Will, how could he not? Will was sweet, calm, and gentle. Will was pretty and liked him back. Despite all of this David knew it wasn't right. He could tell it was hurting Will to try and force himself to be happy with someone he didn't want to be with and of course David knew it wasn't fair to himself.
So David knew he had to end it with Will, and he had a feeling from the pensive stare of the boy across from him Will new the same thing. David took a deep breath and stared at the pretty boy. One last stare at his boyfriend. "Will we have to talk."

Mike noticed Will walk into the school for the first time in weeks without David. What was going on he wondered. Were they okay? Had they fought? Had David not been able to handle Will's nightmares or something? He walked over to the brunette attempting a cheery smile. "You okay Will?" he said, tone upbeat. Will looked up absentmindedly. "Huh? Oh hey Mike. Nope not great." An arm slung around Will's shoulder as they walked to class. "Why? Is everything okay." Will looked up to him, worry in his eyes. He didn't know how Mike would react to this. "David just broke up with me."

That dick. Mike thought angrily. He allowed his anger to cover the scary spark of hope he felt at Will's statement, this was about his friend not him.
"Shit man, You okay." Will sighed and leaned his head into Mike's shoulder
"I think it was for the best. We're gonna take some space for a while but still be friends." Mike nodded earnestly holding onto every word Will said. He was trying to decipher whether or not the other boy was okay or just doing that annoying thing where he refused to ask for help.

"You may be Will the wise, but I'm the paladin." He said firmly. Will stared at him confused "What?" Mike continued awkwardly. He was not good at feelings. "I'm the paladin Will, it's my job to take care of the party, and that includes you. If you're not okay I'm here. I know I haven't been lately but I'm seriously trying, I hope you see that."

Will smiled at Mike. Sweet Caring Gentle Mike. This was the Mike he missed. This was the Mike – he accepted – he was in love with. No distractions would save him from this fact. No other boy would replace him. Will would just have to be okay with the little things. Cherish the occasional arm over his shoulder or hand brushing his when they opened a door at the same time. He could do that; store the little pieces of Mike Wheeler he did have in his heart. Maybe even, he thought hopefully, if he saved up enough tiny little things it would seem like he had the real thing.
So he smiled at Mike and patted his back as he walked into his class. "Thanks for being a good friend Mike, I'm okay." Then at the searching gaze of the black-haired boy another assurance. "Really, I'm okay. See you later."