byler oneshots

76 - break up and make up

•both are still in hawkins•
•will pov•
•winter of sophomore year•

It's been a little over two weeks since Mike and I broke up, and I've barely gotten out of bed.

Flashback to break up

"Mike, why do you look so upset?" I ask as we walk laps around the neighborhood, our fingers interlaced between us.

"I-I think we need to talk, Will." he says, dropping my hand.

"Okay?" I say, forcing out a little fake laugh, but when I look over and see that his face is completely blank, my heart sinks to my feet.

"W - What's wrong?" I ask, moving and standing in front of him so that we are facing each other.

"I - I can't keep doing this to you, Will. I know you're tired of having to keep us a secret." he says, his eyes becoming glossy.

"I - N - No! I mean...yeah sometimes it bothers me, but it's fine! Really!" I say, taking his hand, but he drops mine again.

"No! It-It's not fine!" Mike says, rubbing his fingers through his hair and pacing back and forth.

"You deserve someone you is gonna treat you better than I can. I'm sorry, Will. God, I'm so, so sorry." he says, sobbing softly.

"Don't do this, Mike. Please." I cry.

"I have to, Will. You deserve so much better than what I can give you." he cries, wiping his eyes and walking towards his house.

Back To Normal Time

My eyes feel heavy and puffy as I grab a box from my closet and set it on my bed. I grab all of Mikes sweatshirts and that he has given to me and place them in the box, crying as I smell his scent on them.

I remember when he gave me each one of these, and I cry at the thought of never getting another one. I find a few other shirts and random gadgets that he has given to me and place them all in the box, folding it tightly and bringing it out to the car.

I get in the drivers seat and drive as slowly as possible to his house, painful silence filling my thoughts. Whenever we would hang out he would talk a million words a minute next to me in the passenger seat as I drove.

My eyes water slowly as I finally pull up to his house for the first time in weeks, and I look at the box next to me, regretting everything.

My legs tread slowly up to the door and I knock softly, the sound of footsteps coming from inside. My heart beats quickly as the door handle rattles and Mike suddenly appears in front of me.

His eyes are red and puffy and his hair looks like it hasn't been washed in days, but he tries to make himself look presentable when he sees me.

"Will." he says quietly, looking down at the box in my hands.

"I thought I should bring your stuff over. Sorry I kept it for so long." I say, handing him the box.

"Oh. Thanks." he says, silence building up between us.

"Yeah. I - I should go." I say, but his eyes say otherwise.

"Don't go. Can we just talk?" he asks, gesturing inside. I nod and follow him inside and up to his room where he shuts the door.

"Will I - I'm so sorry." he says, a few tears already streaming from his beautiful hazel eyes.

"I'm sorry that I had to break your heart because I'm a shitty boyfriend. Of course I wanna be with you, but you deserve someone that'll be able to tell their family and friends about you, but right now I just can't be that guy." he says, looking right at me.

"I don't care that you can't be that guy who tells his family, Mike. I wanna be with you no matter what." I cry.

"I love you so much, but you have to promise me that I'm not hurting you." he cries.

"Mike. I promise." I say, falling into his arms. He wraps his arms around my waist tightly and I put mine over his shoulders, burying my head into his chest.

"Im so sorry." he cries.

"It's okay. I love you more than anything, no matter what." I say, leaning away slowly.

He takes both sides of my head in his hands, leaning forward and kissing my forehead and then my cheeks and nose and finally my lips.

I feel like everything in my life that has been wrong the past few weeks is automatically pieced back together by his touch.

I melt into the kiss, pulling him closer letting our bodies press up against each other. I lean away for a second and giggle as he brushes a piece of my hair off my face and leans back in.

We kiss, our lips moving in sync for a few moments more before both leaning away, his cheeks bright red.

"You have no idea how much I've missed that." he says, grinning.

"Trust me, I do." I giggle, his hands running up and down my sides, sending goosebumps down my spine.

He pulls me into his bed and we kick our shoes off, him laying on his back and me resting my head on his chest.

"I love you." I say softly. I hear his breath catch in his throat at my words. I'm not sure we've ever said that out loud.

"I love you too, Will." he whispers, smoothing my hair with his hands.