What the actual fuck. I thought things were going better tonight, but then Mike exploded and lashed out on me. After the encounter we had, I stormed off and sat down in the room where my friends were dancing but they didn't seem to notice. I left the party early, about an hour after I saw Mike walk out the door. I get onto my bike and start peddling my bike. About half way back to me and El's house it starts pouring, but I don't care,I just want to get home.
I stomp through the door and slam my bedroom door and start crying my eyes out as I slide down the back of my door if my dark room. I thought it was over, I thought after months of this the hot and cold would stop, but of course not Mikes just a bad friend I guess. My crying quotes down a bit, and now it's just a meer snuffle into my pillow. I stay like this, spacing out for about an hour until the pillow gets to my head and I fall asleep.
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I jolt awake hearing a blaring knock at the door. My clock reads 8:43 am, so I quickly get some pants on and rush to the door, not stopping to fix my morning bed hair. I expect a delivery guy, or someone looking for Jonathan, but someone else showed up. "Mike," I say under my breath. He's in a blue zip up hoodie soaked from the rain. Why is he here? "Uh, Will I really need to say I'm sorry. How I treated you last night really wasn't ok and I'm a jerk," he can't even look me in the eyes. I consider forgiveness yet again, but I've been doing this for too long now, I'm tired. "Yeah, you really were," I say with no emotion in my voice as I slam the door in his face. I look through the window a minute later and I see him wheeling his bike up the driveway.
My breathing increases and my palms tune to fits. How dare he show up at my house like that, with some half ass apology, I've always put up with the way he's been towards me since him and El got together, but now that they're not a thing anymore I thought that would come to an end as well, but I was an idiot for thinking he could change. It wasn't his relationship with El that made him act this way, it was just him and the asshole that he is. I'm not gonna put up with his behavior towards me anymore, it put me in a bad place and I don't want to feel like that over a boy. Up until last night, I genuinely liked him, loved him maybe, but I now when I look at him all I see is pain.
What happened to the kid who stayed in the hospital over night with me, or stayed over at my house when I was getting my now memories? What happened to the little boy who came up to me in the swings in kindergarten asking to be my friend, or the boy who took me home on Halloween night swearing that we'd go crazy together, but he went crazy with her.
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In the past week, he's tried to talk to me, but instead of awkwardly avoiding him like he did to me, I just pretended he wasn't there. I'm not gonna let him stop me from going on with my life anymore. I miss him though, I still have hope that the sweet boy is still in there. I've been pretty lonely for the week, but I don't mind. It's been a week since the party and I've only hung out with my friends once, but I think it's nice to have a break and have some time to myself for once.
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Hopeless (byler)
FanfictionMikes been pushing Will away, and Will can tell. Mike suddenly starts feeling weird about Will but he can't out his finger on why. Meanwhile, Will is struggling with this painful neglect while being in love with Mike.
