byler oneshots

66 - romeo and juliet

•they are together•
•will pov•
•fall of sophomore year•

I scoop up all my dirty clothes and dump them in a basket in the corner of my room, but in the process, I find a sweatshirt that Mike must have left here a few days ago. It's one of his favorites, a cool "Vans" graphic logo printed on a soft black fabric.

I pick it up and it smells just like him, expensive cologne he steals from his dad and the ash of his fireplace on cozy nights cuddled up next to it.

Just as I fold it and put it on my newly set bed, I hear a knock on the door. I quickly run and open it to see him standing in front of me, smiling from ear to ear.

"Hey." I say, wrapping my arms around his thin upper body. He pulls me close to him, kissing the top of my head firmly.

When we finally lean away, he closes the door and I lead him to my room, shutting that door as well.

"You left your sweatshirt here the other day." I say, handing it to him.

"Oh. Keep it. I want you to have it." he says, refusing.

"But this is your favorite!" I say, secretly loving the idea of me having his clothes.

"It's okay. Plus, it'll look way cuter on you." he says. I feel myself blush as I pull it over my head, his cheeks a dark shade of pink when it's finally on.

"I was right." he says, sitting on my bed. He takes out a old, very beat up copy of Romeo and Juliet.

"This book is so boring." he groans.

"Boring?! It's beautiful!" I say, admiring the beautiful artwork on the cover.

"You've read it?!" he asks, shocked.

"Of course I've read it! It's one of the most famous piece of literature to ever exist!" I say.

"Read it to me then." he says, cuddling up into bed. I smile, snuggling under the blankets next to him and opening the torn up book.

I begin to read quietly, the words flowing freely, but as I try and continue, I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my head. Finally, I reach the end of the act and look over to him, our eyes meeting.

"Do you like it?" I ask eagerly.

"I like the way you read it. It sounds beautiful coming out of your mouth." he hums softly. I can feel my whole body heat up, and it takes me a moment to process his words. Nobody had ever talked to me like this before.

He moves his lips up to my cheek and kisses me slowly, then to my forehead, then finally to lips. I close the book and set it next to me, connecting our lips again. I smile and continue to read when our lips finally disconnect.