WILL POV-
---- Friday 11:22 AM ----
Will's eyes fluttered open, waking up squinting his eyes averting his gaze to the clock on the wall, reading it as he growled; missing another day of university. He turned over feeling as though his head was ready to split in two. Will doesn't even remember how he got home or when he did. He couldn't even remember anything after the dinner, his memory blurry. Still in the clothes from last night.
RING RING
Placing the pillow over his ears desperately trying to block out the sound of his ringtone, feeling as if he was going to throw up. He grabbed the phone off his nightstand, steadily tapping the desk to find it. His hand reached the vibrating phone pressing the button assuming he answered; holding it to his ear.
"Hello?" Will mumbled
"Hi Will... umm its Mike" He chirped from the other side
"What?" the chestnut-haired boy squeaked
"Can you meet me?" Mike asked
"hmmm" Will remained quiet feeling sleepy, only humming
"Will?" Mike hummed back, giggling softly
"Yeah! Yeah sorry" Will rubbed his eyes
"Umm where do you want to meet?" He continued, yawing deeply
"I can meet you outside your house" Mike suggested
"Okay...When?" Will muttered staring up at the ceiling
"Well, I'm outside your house right now" The ravenette plainly stated
"WHAT?" Will blurted lifting from his bed, the blood rushed to his head feeling woozy as he placed a hand on his head wincing in pain
"Are you okay? Mike asked concerned
"I'm good! I'll see you in a few" Will choked, carefully standing up pacing around the room looking for his wig, spotting it on the chair he adorned it on his head, not even bothering to change his clothes he checked himself knowing he looked absolutely horrible right now, his clothes dishevelled and drool creating a stain on his face, slumping over to the bathroom he washed his face, taking a deep breath walking outside. He was sloppy but his hungover state really wasn't in working order to think logically
"Hi" Mike smiled looking at him raising his arm to wave, he stood away from his car standing straight, Will said nothing still remembering their argument on Wednesday, it played in his mind. Worried Mike had only come to insult him again. He meekly smiled, weakly raising his own arm to acknowledge the taller boy
"So, how are you?" The ravenette asked looking down at the ground
"I'm fine... You?" Will answered surprised that Mike asked
"I'm good two... I just came to say I don't want to do this anymore" Mike blurted
"Wh- what do you mean?" Will furrowed his brows
"I don't want to fake date or real date you" Mike replied
"Are you breaking up with me?" The chestnut-haired boy chuckled
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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞; Byler ✔️
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