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Birthday

I feel so wrong making a birthday oneshot for Michael and not for William. I swear I didn't forget, I was busy 😢

(Uploading this 2 minutes before midnight 💀)

Go read "step on me"

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Mike sighed as he felt the wind on his back and the rush of adrenaline course through his body as his curls flew back into his face. He felt light splashes on his cheek, and his legs were beginning to ache but he continued to push himself.

In the Wheeler household it was just another day, but to Mike it was his birthday. He never got parties, unless Nancy helped him scheme a sleepover that happened to fall on April 7th, and he decided that counted.

No one really knew when Mike's birthday was. None of his friends did, his parents didn't. It was just Nancy, Him and Will. 

He liked it this way, it felt more sentimental in a sense. He spent his birthday every year with Will. Whether they were at Will's house hanging out, going to the mall, or having a sleepover that definitely wasn't a party in Mike's basement, he never failed to be with Will.

That's why he continued to push his tired legs as he biked halfway across town to Will's house. The light drizzle had picked up significantly, and the saying 'April showers bring May flowers' stayed true to itself. 

He began to cough slightly, but Will's house was just a block away and he knew it would be worth it in the end. Despite how lame others might see it, this day was the highlight of Mike's year even if he didn't get what others did on their birthdays.

He continued pedaling as fast as he could once he saw Will's house in his peripheral. He felt relief wash over him knowing he'd be out of the pouring rain soon and would be able to rest. 

He came to a screeching stop before pushing the kickstand down with his foot and made a run for shelter under the awning of the roof. He let out an airy chuckle as he ran his hand through his hair trying to catch his breath.

He knocked on the door twice and waited for Will to answer. The regret of wearing shorts and a t-shirt sunk in as he realized how wet and cold he really was. 

It will be worth it in the end

The door quickly flung open and Mike was met with the beaming face of Will Byers. A warm light from the inside reflected on the boy and it made Mike all the more excited that he came.

"Hi Mike- oh my goodness!" 

Mike shuffled around trying to see what was wrong in panic, "What! What's wrong, Will?"

Will mentally face palmed as he playfully rolled his eyes at the distressed boy before him. He placed his hands on Mike's shoulders to steady him. 

Will deadpanned, "Mike, nothings wrong, per se, I was just concerned, you're literally soaked."

Mike's mouth formed an "o" shape as a light blush coated his face, "Oh right.."

Will giggled at Mike, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. Mike truly believed that if he could bottle the sweet sound and hear it as he pleased, that would've been the best present he'd ever received.

Unfortunately his moment of admiration was cut short as a chill ran down his spine from a gust of wind. Only then was he was reminded why he was there.

"As much as I love the sound of your laugh, I'm really really cold," Mike said with a crooked smile at an attempt to flirt.

Now it was the Byers' turn to blush, pinkness spreading to his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

"Right, come inside, I'll get you some clothes-"

Mike cut him off mid sentence, "Will, I can't fit your clothes, they're too small." 

Will felt his face become hotter as he stared at Mike. "I have some of your old hoodies and stuff," he mumbled in embarrassment.

Mike couldn't help but smile wider as he felt butterflies burst in his stomach, "Oh..cool." 

Will motioned him inside, "You can just sit on the couch if you want?" His voice cracked as he said this and he became even more flustered.

"Sure Will," Mike said with a laugh.

He decided not to sit yet because he didn't want to get the couch wet. He found that Will had set up lots of blankets and gotten snacks. He had basically prepared a whole movie night for the both of them.

An involuntary smile tugged off the corners of his lips as he realized just how much he adored Will. 

"I'm back!"

Will shouts were muffled by the stack of clothes piled slightly above his eye-line, "I wasn't sure whether you wanted a bigger sweatshirt or just a normal one, and if you wanted sweatpants or pajama pants or-"

Mike cut off Will's rambling again by patting his head with a quick thanks. He took the whole stack from him and headed towards the Byers' bathroom leaving Will a blushing mess.

He changed into a black sweatshirt one size to big and grey sweatpants. He laid the rest of his stolen clothes neatly on the bathroom counter knowing Will would collect them later.

He made his way back to the makeshift movie theater to be met by Will wrapped up in some blankets and pillows with the remote on his lap.

"Without me?" Mike laughed as he got under some extra blankets extremely close to Will. 

They both giggled as Will started the movie. They were watching one of Mike's favorite movies (and Will's) The Goonies. At this point, they were both sick of it, but it brought them comfort.

They sat through the movie that was growing to be tedious with fond smiles on their faces. They popped popcorn into their mouths, fingers occasionally brushing as they went in for M&M's and the other assortments of junk food that littered the floor.

As movie after movie passed and boredom consumed Mike (the good kind) his head was inevitably rested in Will's lap. Sleep tempted his eyes and his birthday seemed to end faster than he'd liked. After all, when he was with Will time seemed to fly by.

"Will I'm tired.." Mike slurred.

"I know, Mike. I know." Will mumbles softly, running his hands through Mike's hair as Suddenly Seymour is belted in the background.

"But I can't go to sleep yettt.." Mike whines.

"Yesss you can." Will laughs quietly.

"But I wanna stay up with youuu."

"I don't mind, Mike." 

"Okay but only because you're sooooo pretty.." Mike smiled up at Will struggling to keep his eyes open.

Will ignored the blush on his face and continued to massage Mike's hair. He heard soft snores of the now sixteen year old and a smile was brought to his face. He leaned down and left a chaste kiss on the boy's forehead.

"Happy Birthday, Mike."