Will and Mike (Stranger Things) Byler Fanfic

Fessing Up (14)

Everyone had been slowly waking up. Mike woke up first, (aside from Max already being awake) already sweating what was to come. He rubbed his tired eyes and slowly opened them to see the bright rays of sunlight streaming through the open windows, illuminating every corner of the cabin.

"Oh hey, Mike." Max said. "You're awake."

"Yeah. It's been a long night."

"Sure has been. Good that you're awake now. I think Hopper and Joyce will come by soon."

"Oh, okay. Are you going to wake up the others?"

"I would, but I think I should let them sleep in. You can wake them up though, if you want."

Mike took a pause and looked around at all the peaceful, sleeping teens. "I think I'm good."

"Okay then. Since you're awake now, I'm gonna go take a walk outside, it's pretty cramped in here, plus I needa stretch my legs." Max said, getting up from sitting on the floor.

"Have fun." Mike said.

As Max creaked open the door and silently departed, shutting the door behind her, Mike continued to gaze around the room. It was quite a beautiful and tranquil scene, of everyone else being asleep except him. He looked down to his right, where Will was sleeping. He let the corners of his mouth turn up, as he listened to Will's gentle breathing, as that sound filled the room, and was the only one he could hear. Or let's rephrase that, the only one he wanted to hear. He wanted to kiss his sleeping lover right then, but he didn't want to risk waking him up. Instead, he very carefully ran his fingers through Will's soft hair.

Mike was wedged between El and Will in his sleeping bag, and it was a tight space. He cautiously got up from his sleeping bag, and quietly walked over to the blue backpack he brought with him. He took a seat at a wooden chair as he wrapped his fingers around the black zipper and zipped it open. Inside, there were quite a few things. He took out the sketchbook he bought for Will.

The sketchbook was dry, but it was pretty obvious that it got soaked from the storm last night. The pages were crinkled and warped, and the few drawings Will had made were smudged. Most of the drawings were of common things, such as chairs, trees, etc, but there was one drawing that caught Mike's eye. He ran his finger across the delicate page, observing the drawing. It was a faded sketch of Will with both hands on Mike's cheek, pulling him in and kissing him. The drawing was beautiful, and quite impressive, and Mike thought about how much he wanted to recreate that drawing until he was interrupted by someone waking up.

"Good morning." Said Dustin, followed by a biiiiiiggg yawn and stretching his arms up high, with messed up curly brown hair covering his face. "The others are still asleep? Guess I'll wake 'em up."

"Good morning, Dustin." Mike said, slipping the sketchbook back into the backpack. "Yeah, I think it'll be good for the others to wake up now. Max went out for a bit."

Dustin started to wake up the others. As he did this, Mike leaned far back into his chair, putting his arms behind his head. He stretched his back, trying to relax his body. He knew that this would be important, and he had to do this, no matter how hard it would be. He knew he didn't have the guts to do it now, and ruin El's whole day, so he was planning to wait a few hours.

As those few hours passed, Hopper finally came around. When Hopper stepped in the door, all the teens were awake and chatting away, when he noticed the two boys. He placed a brown bag on a table.

Will ran into Joyce's arms as she walked in, hugging her tightly.

"I missed you, mom."

"I missed you too." Joyce said, tears springing in her eyes as she stroked Will's soft hair, hugging him back.