Unexpected

"Because I Love You." "No You Dont."

They ended their 'quick' makeout session when Ruby told him they found car keys. They walked outside, messy, hair ruffled, probably smelling like shit, looking like shit, and slightly flustered.

Mike saw them.

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Some people, say things, and other people just say shit like, "don't let it get to you!" "They're just mean, ignore them," and just keep going throughout life.

Fuck them.

He was now standing here watching as Boris and Mike fought again over dumb shit. Over what? He doesn't know. He forgot what they were fighting over a while ago. He just sat there and waited for them to just start fighting with their fists and end up on the ground again.

No one else is around. Right?

He glanced around and checked. Nope no one else but the two yelling, he learned to drown it out. He walked over to a light pole and sat next to it, close enough so he could break them up if he needed to.He grabbed the cigarette packet that Boris handed him a while ago, before the fight, and grabbed one out, and lit it, simple as that. He took a long drag, the smoke burning his airways as it went down.

Mike was staring for a bit before turning back to his boris, and yelling something about his influence. He chuckled. Then took another drag. Who said this was all boris' fault? Sure maybe he suggested it, but he never shoved it down Will's throat. Will did it and he liked it. None of that is boris' fault.

Is it?

I don't think so.

This all caused him to chuckle more, how stupid they were, how stupid mike is, how he is just stupidly starting to spiral. This all is stupid. All a stupid shit that will haunt him for the rest of his fucking life, just like his nightmares that will never fucking go away, just like how he's afraid to go out at night, and how he cant even see a shadow with out flinching. He hates it all.

This would be around the time he would make an excuse to go home and hide in his closet with a sharp object. But he's no longer home, at least where he can hide in his closet. Plus, he made a promise. A promise to someone he didn't want to break it to.

He felt a familiar hand on his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts. "Hey," was all Boris said. And all he needed to say. "Hey," he replied, smiling, though he knew that Boris could tell it was forced. He's seen his true smile, this was not it. "You okay?" He asked. And will just, shook his head, not diving further into the mess that is his brain. He knew if he did, tears would fall. He didn't feel like crying right about now. Not in the upside down, not in front of his ex-best friend, and not right now, when vulnerability can get you and your friends killed.

He loved all his friends and his boyfriend, were anything to happen to them he'd kill the person who'd done it. Pretty red colors flashed his mind as he thought about that.

He took another drag from his cigarette before deeming it just the cigarette butt and flicked on the ground before stepping on it. He then grabbed another and brought it to his lips and then lit it again, maybe this was the start of something bad, he was no longer smoking for the fun of it, no its 'cause he's stressed. He lit it anyway and smoked it anyways. Problem for future him. He then heard mike pick another fight about his Borya's "influence"

"Can you shut up?" He blurted out. Mike did not like that. "No, because he is obviously a bad influence on you, look at you! You're..." he paused. "You're not the Will I fell in love with!" He cried.

He ended up laughing. Not in a mean way. No, he just couldn't believe what the fuck he was saying right now, he fell in love with? "Shut up." Was all he said.

All he thought was needed to say.

"But I did and- and I just now noticed..." He stared into his eyes. "It was never El, it was you. And I'm a liar. For years I lied to you, El, myself. It's selfish I know, but I need to tell you now, now that we might die, for real now, and one of us is hurt," Tears welled up in Mike's eyes, slowly visibly coming in, "I'd rather die than keep this to myself any longer. "

"Mike, I know where you're coming from, for years I wanted to be the one to make this speech, crying to you. You were my first love," He grabbed Mike's hand, "But I got over you already, when I thought you were unreachable I found someone new, not better.. " he paused, "Hey!" He heard, as he started to continue, "but not worse either, he's different, he may look like you, but he's nothing like you. I can't rekindle a fire that's gone out, poured with a bucket of wet sand and stomped on. I started a new fire, maybe started off with old twigs, but I made a new one. You were my first love, but I already have a second. Sure, I cried a lot when I first learned that you were unreachable, but I got over those tears, so should you, and that starts with breaking up with my sister because I'm not letting her be brokenhearted worse than it should be." He smiled, he knew El was in love with this scrawny, now founded gay, child. She needed to be told that he doesn't find her that way unless he just lied right now, which seems unlikely right now.

"Maybe you'll find someone new, maybe you'll find someone better but that ends up to you." He smiles, he then drops the hand he was holding by Mike's side. "But in that journey it takes, or at least took me, good luck." He wiped a tear that fell from Mike's eye.