Once morning came, Will convinced Mike to let him take a day off to stay home and rest. Mike was still nauseous, his body shaking slightly as he sat on his living room couch, watching TV. He was bored, pouting as he stared blankly at the TV. Will was in his kitchen making soup. Mike got up lazily, a blanket wrapped around his lanky body. He hobbled into the kitchen, watching Will sway his hips slightly to a song he was humming. Mike leaned on the door frame, watching Will closely. Will suddenly turned towards him, his cheeks showing a tint of pink.
"Oh...you're up." He commented, looking down at the soup before looking back at Mike. Mike hummed in response, looking as if he was going to fall asleep while standing. Will giggled lightly, pouring the soup into a small bowl for him. Will placed it on the table in the living room in front of the couch, setting a few crackers beside it as well. Mike smiled and limped over to the couch, sitting down and looking down at the bowl a moment before eating some. He smiled at the warmth of it, it made his insides feel good and his whole body warm up. Will went to go clean up in the kitchen, continuing to hum and move his hips.
Mike sat in front of the TV, his eyes glued to it as he leaned down to take a spoonful of soup, eating the crackers separately. A blanket was wrapped around his shoulders while a pillow was sat in his lap. Mike worried about Max, or really, if Max would yell at him for being sick. He imagined a short scenario.
"Mike! Why weren't you here?"
"Because I was sick."
"Walk it off."
Mike smiled at the thought. He and Max fought a lot, but it was just friendly banter. Mike didn't have a lot of friends, but he had a few good ones...and that was all he needed. However, he thought of Will more than a friend. He imagines Will as his only best friend that'll be with him till the end. His best man at his wedding, his caretaker for when Mike gets drunk, his brother.
But part of him, wishes it were different. Will was the man he wanted to marry, he wanted to get drunk with Will. He wanted Will. More than Mike could ever think.
He watched the TV with a smile, Will soon coming into the living room to join him. Will sits beside him, curled up against the arm rest. Mike gives him a small smile, Will returning the gesture.
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Flower Boy
FanfictionHello! This is my first story, using my head-cannons and au. If you are unaware, this is a Byler (Will Byers+Mike Wheeler) fanfic so if you are homophobic, kindly leave. In this au, Will Byers works in a flower shop. His love for gardening pursued h...
