𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ; byler

7.cookies n fun

Will

as we got into my car, I checked my phone before starting the engine,

'11:03 am'

I sighed before starting the engine,

"mike were gonna go a little bit faster then the speed limit ok"

"wait what"

I started the car picking up speed, ok I went way over speed limit but it'll be faster and I doubt theres gonna be any speed trackers around.

"will is this safe"

"no"

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my phone buzzed in my pocket, keeping one hand on the steering wheel I picked up and phone and passed it to mike,

"hey can you read the message to me"

"YO BYERS YOU JUST RAN A YELLOW LIGHT"

"I proceeded with caution"

"ok byers max asked you if you're reaching her house and you're very late"

"almost there 2 more minutes"

mike handed me back my phone and I drove a little bit faster until I reached max's street, I slowed down parking rather quickly.

"my god byers you really are a good driver,not safe but good"

"I know, and what's with the byers thing"

"sounds cool"

I winked back teasingly, before getting out of the car. I walked over to the front door and rang the doorbell, I still hate the ring, max opened the door with her elbows and said hi to me with both her hands in the air.

"will you are late. I tried to start but failed, oh mike hi you're here I don't want to ask why so you two kitchen now "

she rushed back to wash her hands off with the I'm assuming failed cookie batter.

I walked towards the kitchen and saw the mess she had made, three peanut butter jars and a bunch of flour everywhere, I sighed scrunching up my sleeves and began cleaning up the counters from the disgusting splatter of flour everywhere, mike inching behind me attempting to pick up a dirty measuring cup. he ended up holding the cup by the rim and quickly dropping it in the sink, im surprised the cup didn't shatter.

"wow didn't now michael wheeler, the guy who tackled troy walsh onto the disgusting cold cement floor and beat him to a pulp was a massive germaphobe."

"why do you like to use that factor against me and shut up blood is less gross because it isnt covered in germs this is worse"

he said while rushing to turn on the sink and hesitantly grabbing a sponge and squirting a bunch of soap on it, i swear this man is gonna bankrupt max from dish soap.

"shit will come here"

"what is it?"

i walked over to him, keeping my eyes on the counter, then facing him. water raced towards my face, i closed my eyes as the cold water basically washed my face clean.