𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ; byler

18. slightly falling

Mike

I was walking around third street trying to find wills house, one thing he never told me was where he lived.

"MIKE OVER HERE"

the shrieking  him, definitely with a concerned look on my face.

"you sound like a mad man"

"well I've been following you around this whole street yelling at you for 5 minutes so I think that's clear"

"damn im sorry"

"shut up"

he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along the street like a toddler dragging their parent to the toy aisle.

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"wow so this is the byers house"

"yeah in all its glory"

I watched as will opened the front door, dragging me inside.

I mean by now he was basically pulling me towards the couch where he released me.

"so do you have anything planned in your sweet home"

"how about lazy baking"

"byers what the fuck is that"

"it's like you,you can't bake so you call for help"

"boo don't slander mike"

"did you just refer to yourself in first person?"

"yes i did"

i shooted the dorky grin again at him, he hit me with his elbow in response.

"so how are we going to do your so called lazy baking invention?"

"we are going to the grocery store"

"couldn't have told me earlier?"

"nope, now let's go"

he walked passed me heading towards the front door, i tagged along like a lost puppy.

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we eventually ended up at the grocery store, which was 1 kilometer away.

im holding this grudge against him forever.

"why did you make me walk here"

"better then taking the car"

"no will, not better then taking the car"

"inflation mike."

"point to will"

he smiled at me as we walked through the doors.

but he rushed off into the vegetable aisle, but why?

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