byler oneshots

90 - high

•will+mike pov•
•season 4 but doesn't follow any of the plot and byers didn't move•
•mike and el aren't together•

My eyes slowly blink open as I stretch out my arms and legs, groaning slightly. Just like every other morning, the first person to pop into my head is Mike. It's been a few weeks since him and El broke up, and him and I have hung out almost every day. I still can't tell if he likes me or not, but I think when we hang out today I'm gonna tell him.

I slowly but surely get out of bed and take a shower, putting on my favorite pair of jorts and one of Jonathan's old worn out t-shirts, and of course my converse.

My hands begin to shake and my head starts to hurt every time I remember my plan to tell Mike that I really like him, and I stand, shaking in the mirror, Jonathan barges in.

"Can you knock?!" I exclaim, a few tears being smeared across my face with the back of my hand.

"Sorry! Wait...what's wrong?" he asks, coming into the bathroom and sitting down on the closed toilet seat.

"I-I think I'm gonna tell Mike I like him." I say, a smile forming on his face.

"That's a good thing, right?! Why are you so upset?" he asks.

"I'm just...scared that he doesn't feel the same." I say, running my fingers through my hair.

"Will, I see the way he looks at you. Of course he feels the same...but just in case you're still nervous...I have something that can help." he says. He opens the door and I follow him to his room where he pulls a bag of weed out of his sock drawer.

"Jonathan...I - I can't smoke weed!" I say, taking a step back in disbelief.

"Why not?! I do it all the time! It's not bad, it just helps you relax!" he says, trying to convince me. I think about telling Mike, and my stomach begins to churn.

"Fine. Just a little though!" I say. He smiles happily, and just a few minutes later, my thoughts are gone. My body is loose, and I'm barely feeling any emotions.

"Now go tell him!" Jonathan says. I don't even glance at myself in the mirror before grabbing my bike and pedaling to the Wheelers house.

I walks up the door, completely care free and almost unaware of what I'm about to do. I knock twice on the door and hear some shuffling inside before seeing Mike in the doorway wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, his hair slightly messy.

"Will! I didn't know you were coming over!" he says happily, running his hands through his hair.

"I just needed to see you, Mike. I love seeing you." I say, my mind wandering. It seems as if my words catch him by surprise because his face drops slightly before a small smirk forms on his face.

"I love seeing you too. Come in." he says, pulling me inside by my hand and shutting the door behind us.

When he turns around, he looks as if he is examining me, and then his eyes go wide.

"Will...why are your eyes so red?!" he asks, stepping closer to me.

"Mmmm I can't say." I tell him.

"You're high!" he says loudly, more in a telling way than an asking way.

"You're so lucky my parents aren't home. Come upstairs." he says, me following him up to his room as I become more and more nervous.

"How did you get into Jonathan's weed?!" Mike asks, sitting me down on his bed like I can't do it myself, but I don't mind because it means his hands are on me for a moment.

"He gave me some." I admit, trying to leave the 'why' part out of it.

"Oh. Is it...fun?" he asks. I'm slightly shocked at the question because I thought he's already tried it with the Hellfire kids.

"Mmm, it's making me more nervous around you." I tell him, trying to resist the urge to kiss him as he stares at me harder than he ever has.

"More nervous? You're usually nervous around me?" he questions, looking surprised and a bit cocky.

"Yeah." I admit, slightly embarrassed.

"Why?!" he asks, causing me to stand up, our faces only inches apart.

"He said it would make it easier to tell you something." I say, moving my fingers nervously by my side.

"What could be so hard to tell me? We've been friends for our whole lives!" he exclaims.

"Mike, I like you. I like you a lot more than just a friend." I blurt out, barely even processing what I'm doing before I say it. His face goes blank for a second before a smile forms on his lips.

"I've been waiting for you to say that for years. Who knew it just took a little bit of weed to make you say it." he says, resting his hands on each side of my neck and pulling my face to his. Our lips connect and move in sync, and it takes a second, but then my whole body melts into his.

My chest presses up against his and my arms wrap around his back so that we can't possibly be any closer.

Our lips slowly disconnect, but our hands stay on each others bodies and a smile forms once again on his lips.

"You should get high more often." he teases before placing his lips on mine again.