byler oneshots

51 - the sent letter pt 1 :)

*they aren't together*
*will moved to california - el and mike broke up*
*will pov*

I sit on my bed, crying and laying in the fetal position as i think about Hawkins and how much I miss my friends, especially Mike.

Being away from him has made me realize how in love with him I am, and the only way I can't think to get those feelings out is to write them down.

I rummage through my art desk and find a blank sheet of paper, a pen, an envelope, and a stamp as if I am gonna send it, even though I'm not. I just hope I get closure from it.

Dear Mike,
I hope you're doing well. It feels weird to write a letter to you, especially since it's our first one since I moved, but it's been months and I haven't gotten any from you. I hope you and the party are doing well. El and I are doing pretty well, but school has been hard without you guys. I don't have many friends.

I am writing this to tell you something, and it's kind of a big deal. My dad always told me how it's wrong to like boys as more than friend, but I can't help it. I think I'm in love with you. I think that I've been in love with you since the first time we met on the swing sets in kindergarten. I feel more comfortable around you than anyone else, and I know you don't feel the same, but I had to say something.

By the time I'm done writing, the paper is scattered with tears. I fold it up and slide it neatly into the envelope, sealing it and putting on the stamp.

I then write his name and address on the outside, setting it on my desk and grabbing my stuff to go to the grocery store with El and Jonathan.

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When I get home, I help unload the groceries before grabbing the mixtape Mike made me and heading to my room. I sit down at my desk, getting out my stuff to draw, but when I put down my sketch pad, the letter to Mike is gone.

I can feel my heart start to beat rapidly as I take everything off my desk, but no luck. I kneel down, looking under and behind the desk, but I still don't find it. I swallow back some tears before running out of my room to find my mom cooking dinner.

"Mom, were you in my room?" I ask.

"Mhmm. Why?" she asks, stirring rice in a pot and not looking up.

"Did you see a letter? A letter for Mike?" I ask, panic filling my voice.

"Yeah, I brought it to the post office with a note for Nancy from Jonathan." she says. I can feel myself start to shake uncontrollably.

"Everything okay?" she asks.

"Mhmm." I hum, my voice trembling. I spin around, running back to my room and slamming the door.

No, no, no, no, no.

This can't be happening.

Mike is gonna know how I feel now.

He probably won't even wanna be my friend.

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The next few days are an anxious blur, my mind not being able to focus on anything but the letter, but when I finally start to forget about it, I find a letter on my bed.

A letter from Mike.