-takes place during season 4 and after-
I just didn't like the California group storyline, so I decided to rewrite it the way I'd like it. Plus add my take on season 5 (or at least a part of it), and give everyone the happy ending they deserve.
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"Every breath you take, and every move you make, every bond you break, svery step you take. I'll be watching you!"
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Will's pov:
I woke up to the sun shining through the window inside, Jonathan was right, this sofa is really the most uncomfortable thing I ever slept on, apart from the Upside Down, at least the sun shines here. Thinking of Jonathan, was last night just a really vivid dream? I looked around, but Mike was nowhere in sight, so I probably just dreamt about it.
I walked into the kitchen to see everyone already at the table, eating scrambled eggs, Holly turned to me and waved, Mike gave me a warm smile, Erica nodded and Murray wished me a good morning as he walked into the kitchen to get me a plate too. I sat down on the left side of Mike, wishing everyone a good morning as well. I felt someone grab my hand, Mike. I looked over at him, but he was just explaining something to Holly, I felt someone else's eyes on me though, Erica was looking at me with a knowing look, I looked down. Murray placed a plate in front of me and sat down at the head of the table, giving me a small smirk as well.
"So, how was the pullout?" Murray asked, Mike choked on his juice, Erica started laughing while Holly looked confused. Luckily Jonathan prepared me for this question.
"The sofa? Pullout wasn't so bad, but the mattress sucks," I said calmly and started eating. Murray looked shocked I didn't fall for his trick.
"Spare the innocent," Erica said with a laugh, me and Holly looked at her in confusion.
"How did the rest of you enjoy the night?" Murray continued, looking over the table, especially Mike.
"I want to go home," Holly said cluelessly, Erica gave her a sympatic look.
"It wasn't as bad as I thought," Erica shrugged, looking over at Mike.
"So, how was your night?" I asked, nudging his arm with a smile. Mike shot me a look of betray.
"Pretty good, at least most of it," Mike said with a shrug. The table went silent for a while.
"Wait, I'm confused. Did something happen between them or no?" Erica turned to Murray, I couldn't hold in a laugh, they both turned to me in confusion.
"Wouldn't you want to know," I said in a mysterious tone, they looked at each other then back at me.
"Oh my gosh, did you fuck or not?" Erica said in frustration, Mike was still staring at the floor.
"No, no we did not," I replied calmly and continued eating as if nothing happened.
"Then why is he looking like this?" Erica asked, gesturing towards Mike.
"I dunno, he's just weird," I shrugged, earning a look from Mike, but he was still holding my hand under the table.
"I swear I was so sure something happened," Murray let out in defeat. "You two did it, you managed to defeat my intuition," he sighed in surrender.
