byler oneshots

65 - apple picking

•they are together•
•will pov•

I lay in bed with the october breeze blowing through my open window when the phone rings, and my mom yells for me to get it.

I stumble out of bed and into the hallway, picking up the phone and immediately knowing who it is by the sound of Nancy yelling at him in the background.

"Mike!" I say excitedly, a smile immediately forming on my face.

"Will! Hi! How are you?" he asks, my face burning red.

"I'm good." I say through a smile.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go apple picking with me? My mom said I could take the car!" he says happily.

"That sounds perfect. What time should I be ready?" I question.

"Eleven?" he asks.

"Sounds perfect. See you soon." I say. We say our goodbyes and hang up, immediately running to my room to find an outfit. I pick out jeans and a brown sweatshirt, one of Mikes of course, and then I lace my converse and brush through my hair.

By the time I'm done with breakfast, I hear a knock on the door.

Mike has never honked. He always knocks.

"Wow." Mike says, looking me up and down when I open the door. I can feel my cheeks turn pink as I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. I think it catches him by surprise, but he eases into it and pulls me close.

I hear a cough behind me and turn to see Jonathan standing there awkwardly.

"Oh, hey Jonathan!" Mike says awkwardly, taking his hands off my waist quickly. I blush and laugh under my breath as I say goodbye and close the door, following Mike to the car. He opens the door for me just like always, but I still feel butterflies erupt in my stomach.

We blast David Bowie the entire way there, singing at the top of our lungs with the windows wide open.

We finally pull up to a little red farm surrounded by wide fields covered in trees and people.

We get ourselves a basket to share and walk into the closest row of trees, each covered in bright pink apples.

"This is so pretty!" I say, taking off apples from the first tree.

"Not as pretty as you." Mike says. I can feel my cheeks turn red despite how cheesy his comment was.

"Oh, shut up." I say jokingly, kissing his cheek. We pick apples until our basket is overflowing and we have to sneak a few into our sweatshirt pockets.

When we finally get tired, we pay for the apples and he buys me apple cider before we get back into the car and sit there for a second.

"This is one of my favorite dates yet." he says, looking at me.

"Me too." I say, trying not to show my nervousness.

"Ready to go make some apple pie?" he asks, his nose rosy from the cold air.

"Absolutely." I say, holding his hand in the center console. Our fingers stay interlocked they whole way home, him only driving with one hand, which probably isn't a good idea since he just got his license last month.

When we get back to his house, we carry all the apples inside and set them on the counter along with the all of the other  ingredients.

"I can cut the apples if you wanna make the crust." Mike says.

"Sounds perfect." I say. I've started baking more, so this has become easy to me and I don't really need a recipe, but I use it anyway. As Mike dumps the bowl of apples into the crust, I see Holly stumble into the kitchen.

"Will!" she squeals, running up to me. I wipe my hands clean and scoop her up into my arms, hugging her tightly and then setting her back down.

"Holly! I've missed you!" I say.

"I missed you too! You better save some pie for me!" she says, giggling and running out of the room. I smile and turn around to see Mike, a smile plastered on his bright red face.

"What?" I ask nervously.

"I love how close you and Holly are." he says, placing his hands on my waist. He kisses me cheek lightly, and then my forehead, and then finally my lips, the taste of apples on his tongue.

"Ew Mike, no kissing in the kitchen." Nancy teases, us pulling away.

"Yeah right! You and Jonathan make out in every room of the house all day." Mike says, her rolling her eyes in return. I giggle as we return back to the pie, placing it into the oven.

"Will?" Mike asks as I skip the oven mitts off my hands.

"Yeah?" I ask, facing him.

"I'm so in love with you." he says, my whole body swarming with butterflies.

"I - I'm so in love with you too." I say, struggling to even talk.

He kisses me softly, our bodies pressed against each other as the heat of the oven fills the room, only the sound of music coming from the stereo in the living room.