byler oneshots

59 - bad haircut

•they are together•
•will pov•

I wake up smiling, immediately remembering that it's my first day of winter break. I push the pile of blankets off of me and brush the long hair out of my face, stumbling from my room to the kitchen where I find my mom sitting at the table with a pot of coffee.

"Hey hun!" she says, me wiping me eyes.

"Hey." I say sleepily, sitting down across from her. She gives me a weird look and scrunches up her nose.

"What?" I groan, too tired to deal with her nonsense.

"You need a haircut." she says.

"No! I told you I'm growing it out so I can get it cut like Mikes!" I say sternly, brushing my hair out of my face.

"Mmm...no. It's way to long. Lemme get the scissors." she says. The more I protest, the more she resists, so I sit back in my chair as she begins to snip pieces off.

"Done." she says contently a few minutes later.

"Whatever." I groan, standing up and going to the bathroom mirror, but when I see myself, I begin to cry.

"So?" she calls out.

"You ruined it! It's way too short! It took me forever to grow out!" I cry, running to my room and staring at myself in the mirror. Everyone always tells me that I acted like a kid for a long time, but I most definitely look like a kid now.

I crawl back into bed, falling back asleep until I wake up to a light knock on the door.

"Will?" I hear Mike's voice call. I quickly jump up and open the door, falling into Mike's arms. He hugs me around my waist tightly as I bury my head in his shoulder, his cheek cold from biking here.

"Come in." I say, letting go and pulling him inside my messy room. I close and lock the door, sitting down with him on my bed.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Why?" I ask curiously.

"Well...your mom told me that you were kind of upset because of your hair." he says, me looking at my lap in embarrassment.

"Yeah. I was uh - trying to grow mine to look like yours." I say shyly.

"I love your hair. I think it looks amazing just like that." he says, kissing the top of my head. I feel my cheeks flush red at his words, and my whole body heats up as he places his hand under my chin, kissing my lips softly. I rest one of my hands on his leg and the other behind his neck, pulling myself closer.

"You really like it?" I ask between kisses.

"I really like it." he says, smirking slightly. He kisses me more firmly this time, smoothing my hair out with his hand as I almost become too flustered to keep going.

"You look so cute, just like you always do. I want us to spend everyday of break together, okay?" he hums.

"Absolutely." I say, laying down as he lays next to me, my head now on his chest.