"Wanna talk about it?" Will Byers comfort oneshots

Late Night Talking (PART 1)

this oneshot is basically based on this song 💗

I lay in bed, tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep. Giving up after a few minutes, I sigh in frustration and grab my walkie talkie. I pull out the antenna, and press down on the cold button.
"Will, are you awake? Can you hear me?" I whisper.
I wait a few seconds, and I sigh again. He's probably asleep. Unlike me. I slowly start to push the antenna down, but I hear the radio sound of someone tuning in.
"Y/N?" A familiar soft voice says drearily.
"Hi!" I say quietly, excited that he's awake.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" I ask.
"Yeah, kinda.." he responds.
"Sorry.." I say.
"It's fine, y/n. Are you okay? Do you wanna talk about anything?" He asks, slightly concerned.
"Nah, I'm just bored and I can't fall asleep." I reply cooly.
"Oh, good." He says warmly. I can imagine the small smile on his face when he said that, and I blush. Will has been my friend for years now. We met when we were 7, and we've been inseparable ever since. Sure, he's best friends with a boy named Mike Wheeler, but he'll never be as close to him as we are. Over the past few years, I've developed a little crush on him, but I'm not gonna say anything, 'cause I don't wanna ruin our amazing friendship, and I like our relationship the way it is.
"So, what do you wanna talk about?" He asks.
"How about D&D?" I suggest, knowing he couldn't refuse.
"Ooh, okay!" He replies.
"So when is our next campaign, again?" I ask.
"I think it's...next month..?" He says, not completely sure.
"I'm excited!" I say.
"Same. I wonder if Mike is planning anything special. You know, since it's our party's 3 year anniversary. Out next campaign, it'll be exactly 3 years since we started this whole thing." He says happily.
"Wow, really? That long?? Time flies." I laugh.
" It really does." He says.
"Oh, my mom made the really good pasta that you really like. I saved some for you. Do you wanna come over tomorrow and take it before I eat it?" I say jokingly.
"Oh my god, I love your mom's pasta. I'll come over first thing after breakfast!" He says eagerly.
I laugh at his childish love for food. We spend the next few hours talking, and it feels like only a few minutes have passed.
"..yeah, I know right? They need to get a new boss." Will says.
"Totally!" I laugh. I glance at the alarm clock on the right of me sitting there on my nightstand, and my eyes wide in shock.
"Oh my god, it's literally 4am, Will!" I say in disbelief.
"I know." He says cooly.
"Wha- you KNEW?! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!?!" I whisper-yell at him.
"I didn't wanna interrupt you. You were so cute talking so passionately about the most random things." He says flirtatiously. My eyebrows raise in surprise, and I blush. We have this thing were we flirt with each other as a joke, but it was unexpected this time. Usually I'm the one who starts it, by calling him nicknames like handsome, and cutie, or something like that. It caught me off guard since he doesn't really do that first.
"Flustered?" He teases confidently.
"No! I just- I didn't process what you said.." I say, stumbling over my words.
"Sure..." He responds knowingly.
"Anyway, it's been a blast talking with you, but I gotta go now, I'm tired and I'm sure you are, too. See you tomorrow at school, beautiful. Good night." He says, and I hear him turn the walkie off, not giving me a chance to respond. I laugh at his flirtatious gesture, but then I feel butterflies. This crush is really starting to annoy me. We're just friends. I don't know why I'm not okay with that. It's not like I just wanna hug him sometimes and never let go, or just cuddle with him on a rainy afternoon. No, stop. We're just friends, like I said before. I think about calling Max as I glance at the phone on my wall, but I decide against it, not wanting to wake her up. I huff and turn my body so that I'm on my side, and shut my eyes to try and go to sleep. I hum the first song that comes to my head, "Hold me now" by the Thompson Twins. I close my eyes and focus on the melody of the song. It's like I can faintly hear the song like it's playing next door. I feel myself slowly drifting off the sleep, and I make sure the blankets are over my nose, but not covering my head. I'll deal with this whole crush thing tomorrow. For now, I'll just chill.