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Mike wasn’t sure he was going to make it.
He stared at the sheet of equations in front of him and sighed heavily. Math tests were going to kill him.
That is, if he hadn’t already died sometime in the past week, when Will had his hands in his hair, or when Will had gasped into his mouth, or when Will had looked at him any number of times with his adorable green eyes.
Anyway. Mike was for sure going to fail this test.
When the bell rang he was only about two thirds of the way through the exam and he only knew like, two of the questions for sure. Whatever, he had more pressing issues on his mind.
Namely, Will Byers and his very faint presence as of the past few days.
They hadn’t really talked since Monday, and it was now Thursday. Three days without talking to Will felt like agony, especially knowing what he knows now (how his lips taste, how his skin feels against his palms, the noises he makes when they kiss–). He had tried to catch him on his own at some point, just to clear the air, at least, but Will had skillfully avoided being alone with Mike since the beginning of the week.
He’s not really sure which part of what happened was causing Will to steer clear of him – maybe Mike had taken it too far, maybe his true feelings were obvious, or maybe Will was just freaked out about almost getting caught kissing his boy best friend. Whatever the reason, Will had been high-tailing it as soon as lunches and classes ended so Mike didn’t get a chance to talk to him.
Mike sat down to lunch after his math test that day with an obviously grumpy expression, because Lucas and El both raised an eyebrow at him. “Did Pet Shop Boys break up or something?” Lucas questioned, tossing an almond in his mouth.
Mike glared. “No,” he spat. After a few seconds he sighed and grumbled. “I had a math test.”
The others shot him looks of sympathy, except for Dustin who was unfairly good at math. Mike just rolled his eyes and picked at his food, eyes straying towards Will from under his bangs, who was inspecting his carrot sticks.
“Anyone wanna do movie night or something tomorrow?” Max piped up, ripping a chunk off her bread.
“That would be nice!” El agreed, lacing her fingers together excitedly. “We haven’t done one of those in a while.”
The others agreed as well, and Mike knew automatically this would be taking place in his basement – which meant he had a lot of cleaning up to do when he got home.
When lunch was wrapping up, Mike tried to catch Will’s eyes so he could initiate some form of communication. Will glanced up only briefly, saw that Mike was looking at him, and dropped his gaze again just as quickly.
Mike’s heart dropped a little along with his shoulders, and he turned to go to his next class.
By the time he had sat through his agonizingly long classes and school was over, Mike could feel his eyes drooping. He hadn’t exactly gotten a ton of sleep the night before. It took all of his willpower not to fall asleep in class, but he knew he would definitely be in trouble academically if that happened.
When he pulled into his driveway and stepped out of the car, he remembered he needed to organize the basement and groaned. Dumping his bag in his room and glancing longingly at his bed, he trudged down the staircases to get to the basement and stared at the clothes and trash strewn about with half-lidded eyes.
It took him about an hour to make the place look halfway presentable, but he knew that most of his friends didn’t care that much about the weird sofa stains. Thank god, because Mike was tired of cleaning.
He collapsed onto the couch and closed his eyes, feeling his consciousness start to slip as his face was squashed into the pillows.
Mike wasn’t sure if he had actually fallen asleep or not when there was a knock on the basement door. Mike groaned in response, figuring it was one of his parents. “What?”
It was silent for a few seconds and Mike nearly drifted off again before he finally heard a voice.”Mike?”
That was certainly not Karen or Ted Wheeler. Mike sat up quickly.”Will?”
“Can I come in?”
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