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

Chapter 31 - Everything is blue-

Will woke up to a pounding headache and his face buried in someone's thick black hair. Fuck. It was Mike. Will was cuddling Mike in his bed. Michael Wheeler was sleeping with his face buried in Will's chest. Will thought back to the night before. He had asked Mike to say and Mike had said they were fighting. Why were they fighting? Will struggled to remember for a moment then..... shit. Mike had said he loved Will.

What had he meant by that? Maybe he just meant love like a friend and Will had read into it wrong.

What did he do if Mike meant it the other way? He had spent so long believing he couldn't have Mike. He wasn't sure what to do if he could have him.

Mike began to stir from his slumber and Will immediately shut his eyes feigning sleep. "Shit." Mike muttered.

Mike looked up at the boy he had just been sleeping with. Will's face was flushed, and his hair was tousled, and he looked perfect. To bad he didn't love him. Mike felt the twisted knife in his heart go deeper at the memory of Will locking himself in his brother's car and telling Mike that he was being mean. Mike figured he should go before the other boy woke up. Still... maybe just this once he could something.

He tilted his face upwards and pressed a firm kiss to the warm check of the other boy. "I'm sorry Will." He whispered as he untangled their bodies and left the Byer's home. As soon as the door closed Will shot up in bed. Had that seriously just happened.

He waited ten minutes to ensure Mike would be gone then left by the back door with his bike.

The bike ride to Max's house was long but he was in a crisis. He banged on her door and she opened it looking thoroughly unimpressed.

"Jesus Christ. Will you two idiots stop banging on my door when I'm hungover."

Will looked at her confused "Us two?"

She nodded clearly annoyed "Come in Will. Yeah Mike was here last time we drank. That was when the whole gay crisis happened."

Will nodded "Right. About that."

Max looked at him eagerly "Did something happen with you guys last night?"

Will was sure he was blushing now. He sat on the couch out of Max's eyeline hoping she wouldn't notice the change in face coloration. She did.

"Something happened?!?!"

Will covered his face. "He told me he loved me."

Max threw her hands up in the air triumphantly "YES!!!!"

"I told him he was being mean."

"Jesus Christ."

Will looked at her bashfully "I told him he was being mean because I was very drunk and thought it was some sick joke. Then he had to drive me home and I asked him to stay because again I was incredibly intoxicated." He raised an accusatory look to Max. She ignored him "Then this morning he kissed me on the check while I was pretending to be sleeping. Then he left."

He stared at Max, she waited as if she was expecting more. "Do you think he likes me?"

Max smacked her thighs in exasperation and stood up. "You two are both fuckin' idiots I hope you know that. Let's review the information, William."

"Mike tells you he loves you."

Will nods.

"Then drives your drunk ass home."