Flower Boy

Chapter Four

Will's eyes fluttered open, squinting immediately as the sun shined through the green curtains. Cars honking and people yelling could be heard, making him toss and turn. But something was caught on his hand. He looked over, his eyes widening. Mike was laid beside him on the floor, drool hanging out of his mouth while his head was smushed into the pillow. His hand held tight onto his. Will flushed, covering his mouth with his other hand to hid it. His heart raced, butterflies pounding in his stomach. 

"Why the hell does he have to be so cute?" he asked himself, blushing harder. Then Mike grunted, rolling over so he laid flat on his back. His eyes scrunched before opening slightly. 

"Will?" He mumbled out, stumbling to sit up. 

"I'm right here, Mike," he whispered. Mike looked at him, smiling slightly. "Sleep good?" 

He nodded, taking his hand away as if nothing happened. He rubbed his eyes, ruffling his hair in the process. His hair was a mess, strands sticking up everywhere, curlier than normal. His eyes peeked off tiredness, yawning and stretching with his hands up in the air. 

"Fuck, my back hurts." He whined, rubbing his back. 

"Can I help?" Will asked. Mike nodded and watched Will stand up. Will let out a hand, giving Mike a look that said "Wake up already". He stood up slowly, whining and stumbling. 

"Okay, make a fist." Mike made a fist. "Then put it behind your back and wrap your other hand around it." Mike gave him a weird look, doing as Will told him too.

"Now push up and in." Mike did, a loud crack coming from it. Mike's eyes widened, inhaling quickly. Will smiled, knowing it worked. 

"Holy shit. That felt really fucking good." Will cringed at his rude language. 

"Watch your profanity, Michael. I'm glad it worked though." Mike smirked at him.

"Sorry, I'll try to be a good boy, William." Will blushed, biting the inside of his cheek as Michael stared down at him. Will stepped closer, pressing his hand against Mike's chest. Mike leaned closer, slightly grazing Will's lips with his own. Will's breath hitched, feeling his cheeks warm as he pulled Mike closer by his shirt collar. The tension between them could be cut with a knife as the world around them started slowing down. Mike gazed into Will's eyes, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at the curly-headed boy. 

"Mike, please," he whined, his knuckles turning white as he gripped Mike's shirt tighter.

"Please what?" Mike asked, laying his hands on Will's hips.

"Please," Will said again, "Please make me food." 

Mike's eyebrows furrowed, his lips forming into a straight line. Will choked on his laughter, bursting out laughing as Mike pushed him away while blushing. Mike ran his hands through his hair, sighing. 

"Fucking knew it. He's not gay. Why would he like a homosexual freak like me?" He thought. Will wrapped his arms around Mike, pulling him down into his chest while laughing still.

"I'm sorry! It's just a joke! Please don't be mad at me!" He laughed, tears lining his eyes. Mike all but melted into him, wrapping his arms around Will's torso as he sighed to himself. He felt only half relieved, blushing as he admitted defeat to the smaller boy. Will continued to laugh, twirling MIke's curly hair around his fingers to make tighter coils. Will sighed, giggling as he held him tighter. The two stood there, holding onto each other. Will's fingers messed with Mike's hair, massaging and fixing his hair all at once. Mike sighed into Will's shoulder, wrapping his arms tighter around Will's torso. Then it hit him.

"Shit! I have work today!" Mike jumped from Will, his hands furiously groping to find his backpack, which contained his uniform which was really just an apron and cap. Will nodded, heading down the hall towards his room. Mike slipped Will's shirt off, throwing his one from yesterday one. He messed with the belt of his jeans, holding a hair-tie in between his teeth. Will rushed down the hall, struggling to slip on a tight, yellow sweater. As the two ran around the apartment to change and get ready at the same time, Mike's phone rang. 

"Hello?"

"Michael! Where the hell are you? You're late!" Max's voice sounded. He rolled his eyes mentally. 

"I know, I know. I'll be there in a few minutes!" He said, pressing the phone against his shoulder as he tied his messy and curly hair up in a ponytail. His hair was rather easy to tie up, seeing how it was a mullet. Will watched him patiently, standing at the doorway all ready and perfect. Mike finally grabbed his backpack, heading out the door with Will. 

"My work is like, a 30 minute walk away. Can we take the bus?" Will nodded. Mike raised his hand to scratch his neck, bringing it down and slightly grazing it against Mike's. Will didn't flinch, nor move away, instead, grazed his hand with his pinky, looking straight ahead all the while. Mike's breath hitched when Will hooked his pinky with his own. He didn't want to seem rude so he just stood there, giving into Will's cute intentions. A loud screech was heard, making the two look to their left. The bus halted to a stop. Will and Mike got on first, choosing to sit in the first few seats. 

"Where too, boys?" The driver asked, looking at them through the rearview mirror. Will looked at Mike. 

"Uh-Deja Brew. It's down the street by the market." Mike responded. The driver nodded. 

"That's a cool name for a coffee shop." Will giggled. Mike smiled.

"It was my friend Max's idea." He rolled his eyes, giving Will a goofy smile. He smiled back, his dimples showing slightly. He looked down at Mike's leg.

"How's your leg? I know she can scratch pretty hard." He referred to the cat Mike thought looked like a real demon. He lifted his jean leg up, revealing a slightly blood stained bandaid.

"It still stings but it feels better." Will nodded, smiling. 

He looked at Mike, getting lost in his dark eyes. "Good."

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