Haunting Vibes|| Miles Fairchild x Will Byers

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Update:

I added a couple of things, so, if you read this already. Please reread the last parts :) or not, it's completely your choice </3

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Will awoke as light shines his face, burning his skin with its rays. He yawns, stretching his limbs. He got up, slowly, still a bit tired as he didn't get enough sleep night prior. His eyes were half asleep, threatening to shut down to make him fall onto the floor and force him to get five minutes of rest. He was about to shower, his hands a centimeter away from the knob but a knock prevents him to do so. Flora was the one that came into the room. Her classic smile was plastered on her face.

"What are you doing here?" Asks Will, genuinely confused. The girl moved towards him, "I just wanted to tell you, lunch is ready" She smiled, showing the gap on her front teeth, and he merely nodded before comprehending what she just said.

Lunch!? Has he really slept that long? Why was he so tired if that was the case?

"You should join us" She offered, Will pretended to think, his pointer finger on his right cheek while he creates a humming sound, Flora threw 'pleases' at him practically pleading, her tiny hands grasping the maroon sheet as her legs hop in place. Will laughed and accepted.

He swapped his pajamas into more daylight apparel after a timely shower before making his way to the kitchen. The aroma of the identical soup the other day trickles through the air. He catches sight of Kate, Flora, and a guy he never met on the table, waiting for Mrs. Grose to pour some of the stew into their bowls with gigantic grins on their faces, the enthusiasm doesn't include Kate, of course. She doesn't find the stew as delicious as the others.

He catches Flora's eyes on him with an ear-to-ear smile "Miles, look! That's Will, he's the nicest" Flora yells to the black-haired male, pointing towards Will as he walks in.

Oh, so, this is the Miles they were talking about. Wasn't he supposed to be in boarding school though? Will speculated he would be home not until he took off, evidently he was wrong.

He takes notice of Miles clearing his throat, "So," He began, at this moment Will was squatting down to settle on his chair, the females waited for Miles to continue with confused expressions, "I'm sorry for last night" He resumed. Will instantly felt awkward after recalling the events from the previous evening. He only hums, as a way of accepting the apology, assuming Miles only wanted to prove he felt truly sorry but... he was mistaken, "You look good half-naked though" He nonchalantly says, the remark made the group drop their utensils, eyeing Miles with weird looks on their faces.

"That's gross, Miles" Flora commented, sticking her tongue out, disgusted by her brother's statement. This caused Will to heat up in humiliation, Can this get any more embarrassing? He asks himself, an irked sigh escaping his lips, fortunately, for him, Mrs. Grose decided to break off the uneasy tension that was intensifying, "Enough." She demands, her tone, bold, like it constantly was but more forceful "Let us enjoy this meal in peace" The table nodded, agreeing not to speak about this again. Not in front of the girls at least...

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He sat on a wooden stool in front of a canvas standing on an easel. A pallet with a variety of colors in his left hand and a paintbrush in his right. His mind fails him as he cannot seem to find something to draw. He lacks inspiration. Then he remembers...

Miles

He doesn't know why but something about the boy made him feel odd. You're in love, his mother would say. He's aware of his homosexuality, yes but he just met the fellow for god's sake! He couldn't just have a crush on him. He refuses to believe that, besides, the male was bothering him.

"What are you painting?" A voice suddenly inquires, that he could only recognize as Miles', he was walking towards Will, hands in his pockets as appears behind Will "As you can see nothing, yet" He answers, the dry paint brush still rests on his hand, the bristle part pointing at the blank canvas. Is this boy blind? "No need to be so aggressive," He says with a smirk, both his hands up in the air. What people usually do to show they come in peace.

"Is there something you want?" Will says, trying not to come off as rude to the boy behind him. Miles just shrugged, "I'm bored," he says before plopping down on Will's bed, observing the 'artist' thinking? Without hesitation, the curly-haired boy raises a question "Do you have plans tomorrow?"

"I do, why?" Replied Will, his head turning towards the boy who lay on his mattress, the boy's curls dangle off the edge of the bed, he could tell he was comfortable but then again who wouldn't be with such soft cushions like these? The other shrugs, "I don't know. I thought maybe we could do something" This perks up the bowl cut boy's interest, he raises his brow in attention, "Oh? And what would those plans be?"

"Do you ride horses?"

Oh.

"Once" Will answered, trying not to laugh at the memory where he almost died when he was seven because he fell on a large horses, head first. That hurt but it was funny. In his eyes at least.

"And how did that go?" Miles asks, a smirk appearing on his face, "Amazing" Will responds with a smile. He could tell Miles knew he was lying but does he know? Will wasn't a mind reader.

Miles stood up from the bed, his feet touching the cold wooden floor, he walks towards Will with a mischievous grin, "Tell you what? We could ride horses tomorrow after you're done teaching Flora her lesson" Will was hesitant. He didn't want to.

He nodded.

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-This is where the story begins-

-This is short but I've been busy, I hope you understand-

-More Miles and Will scenes soon!-

-If you can, please lend me some feedback but only if you wish-

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