Breathing In Your Dust (I Wanna Be Yours) / Greatwise

Window

Notes: window by still woozy

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Chapter Five: Window

Will was never one to sneak out of the window. He'd never been grounded before either but he supposes there's a first time for everything. He locked his door and turned his music on low before climbing out onto the roof. He climbed down the lattice and hopped down onto the grass, jogging quickly over to where Gareth was parked. He climbed into the passenger seat and slid down a bit.

"Drive," he said. Gareth pulled away a bit clumsily. Will sat up when they reached the corner, sighing out heavily and pulling his seatbelt on.

"Did you just prison break?" Gareth asked with a little laugh.

"Maybe?" Will grinned.

"Will Byers, bad boy," Gareth teased.

"Shut up," he smiled.

"I dig it. It's kinda hot," he said. Wills cheeks warmed up, his stomach flipping. He settled in his seat, taking the cigarette burning between Gareth's fingers when he offered it.

"Smoking, drinking, sneaking out, we're gonna have to get you some ink to really solidify the bad boy act," Gareth said as he pulled into the lot of the cafe.

"What should I get?" Will asked as he pushed out of the car.

"Holy shit, you'd actually get some ink?" Gareth asked as they walked up to the doors. He held it open for Will as he shrugged.

"Maybe. It'd be kinda cool to get something of my own done. Is that weird? Drawing your own tattoo?" He asked as they stepped into line.

"No, I think that's sick. You should draw something for me. I've been meaning to fill in the spaces on my forearm. Get a proper half sleeve," he said, pulling up the sleeve of his flannel to show Will.

"Woah," Will reached out in instinct, taking Gareth's wrist in a gentle grip, turning his arm left and right to fully take in the artwork. An intricate dragon circling his forearm, the head ending under the inside of his elbow, the tail at the side of his thumb. He traced the body of it, admiring the small details. When he looked up, Gareth was staring at him. "You should let me take some markers to it," he said, daringly not letting go of Gareth's wrist.

"We'll go to my place after," Gareth nodded. Will returned the nod, slowly letting go of Gareth's wrist when the people in front of them finished. They placed their order, Gareth insisting on paying.

When their coffees and breakfast sandwiches were done, they took them to go. Gareth's house was only a few minutes from the cafe, and when he pulled into the driveway he noted that his mothers nor her boyfriends cars were there anymore. They carried their coffee and sandwiches inside, down the hall, and into Gareth's bedroom. It was exactly like Will would expect it to be. Dark curtains, a messy desk, band and movie posters plastering the walls, a stereo on the dresser surrounded by cassette tapes, clothes strewn around.

"Sorry for the mess," he said, kicking a few tee shirts out of the way.

"I've seen worse," Will assured. Gareth set his coffee on the nightstand then moved to the desk to grab a small black bag, then he jumped onto the bed, walking a few steps before jumping to sit down.

"Make yourself at home," he said with a sweep of his hands. Will set his coffee beside Gareth's, toeing his shoes off before putting his feet on the bed, even though Gareth had just walked all over it with his own shoes on. "All I have are sharpies," he said, gesturing to the little black bag.