When blue meets yellow in the west

003: "Is this ok?"

Mike Pov

It's been a while since I've felt nothing. Nothing. I feel like a bad person, because for the rest of the day, Will avoids me. I don't know what I could've done wrong. But it doesn't matter, because I get to see El now. Right? 

"Ok, Bros, are we ready to get out?" Says Argyle.

"Yeah, let's just grab our stuff quickly." I say. 

"Ok, we're going to be right back." Jonathan says. 

I watch them walk away. 

I start packing my bag, watching Will,  examining every inch of his face. He's gotten quite, handsome. What? What the hell was I thinking? That's your best friend for Christ's sake!  Handsome. Okay, I said it, jeez. I tried not to get lost in his eyes when he turned to me. I for some reason I didn't care, that he knew I was looking. 

"Mike? Are you ok? Why are you looking at me like that?' Will questioned. 

"Mike!" He says.

"Huh?" I didn't hear a word he said. 

"I said, why are you looking at me like that?" He repeats.

"Because you're- you're, um, just forget it." I say, instead of the truth.

Will doesn't look away, he stops everything he's doing. 

"Is something wrong?" I ask.

"Mike, I've been meaning to tell you something for a while." Will starts. 

"Well?" I say, waiting for him to go on. 

"I get this feeling, when I'm around you and, I-i guess, ugh I don't know. I don't really know how to say this except to just say it. I-i like you, Mike."

My heart flutters. But I'm probably taking this wrong, right? He probably means as friends. Once I come to this realization, my heart sinks. 

"Yeah, me too. We're best friends." I say.

"No, romantically. Like, ever since you asked me to be your friend." I get butterflies, but I know I shouldn't. Why do I feel this way? 

"Mike, El never commissioned that painting. It was all me. And Mike, I meant every word of what I said. Except I left one little part out. I need you Mike. So much, it hurts. And the fact I know you'll never love me hurts. More than anything." He says. His whole heart pours out. I feel his leg shaking against mine, I didn't even notice how close we had gotten. 

I just stare in shock. I don't know what to say because, honestly, I love him too. But, El? I don't know anymore. I loved her, but I never really loved her as much as much as I love Will. And all this time, I've loved will, just never accepted it I guess, or wanted to. But I always have. 

I soon realize I want to kiss him. The way the sunlight glints off his hazel green eyes. His sharp jawline. 

"And Mike, I-" I cut him off. 

"Will. I love you too." I admit, and it's true. I lean closer to him, fully aware of what I am about to do. I slowly reach out for his hand, and take it in my own."Is this ok?" I ask. 

"Ye-yes." He stutters. 

I look at him one more time before our lips touch, feeling my cheeks burn. His lips taste sweet. (BAHAHA) Our lips have only just touched before Jonathan and Argyle open the van's doors. 

We immediately pull away, hoping they didn't see. 

"Okay lovebirds, we gotta go. Gave you a LOT of time." Says Argyle.

"What were you guys doing anyways?" Jonathan asks. 

"We-uh, we were just talking." I lie.

"Dude, we saw you two. You're in love. Don't deny the feels." Argyle says.

"Whatever. I don't even know what you're talking about." I say. Another lie.

"Let's just go." Will says, clearly annoyed. 

I chuckle, knowing exactly why he's annoyed. Then it registers. I just kissed Will Byers. I just kissed Will Byers. Oh my God, I just kissed fucking Will Byers!

"We gonna go, or what Wheeler?" Says Jonathan. 

I realized I was the last one to get out of the car. 

"Yeah, I'm coming." I say.

I shoot Will one last look before getting out of the van. He blushes, and I smirk. 

You've done it again, Wheeler. I think to myself.