stars will fall - byler

.11

els lips pressed lightly on top of mine as we sat at the edge of my bed with music quietly playing from my radio. she ran her fingers against the side of my face and attempted to deepen the kiss, but my mind was elsewhere.
i still am baffled that Will did that yesterday. that's completely not like him at all. he's usually sweet and forgiving, he never would've ignored me and ran off like that a few years ago. he's changed. it must be that stupid fucking douchebag troy he's been making out with every day. i still can't believe he's with him.
why? why him?

i didn't realize my eyes had been open until i saw el pull away and a look of worry appeared on her face.
-"what's wrong?" she asked.
-"nothing." i chuckled, leaning back in and kissing her again. the longer we kissed, the more my mind began to drift away again.

there has to be a logical explanation to why he would choose troy. troys still a bad person, no matter what will tries to convince anyone. maybe wills just lonely? but why him? why troy?
he could've picked anyone. literally anyone but him.
but the more i think about it, imagining him with anyone still angered me.
is this still jealousy? i don't know why i'm jealous.
i can't like will.. can i? he's my best friend, or was my best friend.

el pulled away and looked at her wristwatch, gasping and jumping up from my bed.
-"its 6! i'm late, hops gonna kill me! bye!" she swiftly kissed me before flying out of my bedroom door.
i sighed when she exited my room and i walked over to my desk, turning off the radio and taking the mixtape out. i sat down, organizing through my mixtapes in my drawer when i heard loud and muffled music coming from my sister, nancy's room.
i tried to ignore it but it kept on growing louder and louder. i decided to tune it out by putting my headphones on and listening to my own music, but the sound of madonnas voice overpowered my walkman.
i groaned and tossed my headphones off, marching out the door and towards nancy's room.
-"nancy, turn that shit down!" i yelled down the hallway, pushing her door opening and gasping at what i saw.
steve was making out with my sister.
they both jumped when they saw the door swing open.
-"steve?!" i gasped
-"mike, get out!!" nancy yelled from her bed.
i slammed the door shut and closed my eyes, wishing i hadn't seen that.
my sister was cheating on jonathan.
and steve was cheating on eddie.

i stepped back in my bedroom as the music from my sisters room faded down, still in utter shock. i could hear my phone ringing now that the music was quieter. i rushed over and picked it up, holding it up to my ear.
-"hello?"
-"mike, have you talked to will yet?"
-"i tried last night. i saw him at the gas station but he just flipped me off and left." i groaned.
-"listen, we've come up with a plan." she began..
-"no, im done. seriously, he's not going to budge. i don't even want to try anymore." i rolled my eyes.
-"so you're going to give up? just like that?"

i haven't been able to stop thinking about will. i've been thinking about him too much. even when i'm with el, which isn't normal. i don't know why he keeps coming to my mind but it pisses me off.
i get butterflies when i think about him, and i don't know why. he's my best friend, i can't possibly think of him in any other way. i cant.
but do i?

-"hello? mike?" she called out, snapping me out from my thoughts.
-"sorry, what?"
-"i don't care, you guys need to make up. you've been best friends for years. this can't go on any longer."
-"fine, what's your plan?"

- Wills POV -

i laid in my bed, shivering under the covers. i feel like complete shit. i think i'm starting to get the flu or something. i checked my alarm clock on my nightstand and saw it was a quarter past 6. i sat up and began walking to my bathroom, digging through my cabinets for some sort of medicine.

i took two capsules from a bottle of advil and tossed them in my mouth before i heard my phone ringing from my bedroom. i made my way back and held the phone up.
-"hello?"
-"will, it's lucas. you busy?"
-"not really, why?"
-"you should come to the arcade with us. it's just dustin, max and i."
-"lucas, i really don't feel well. i think i'm catching onto something." i groaned.
-"quit making up bullshit excuses and get your ass over here, byers!" i heard dustin's voice take over the phone.
-"but it's not an-"

the dial tone on the other side rang in my ears, indicating that he hung up on me.

-"excuse."

•••

i walked inside the building and saw all of my friends waiting by the benches. when they noticed me they practically sprung up with a smile on their face.
-"hey, will!" max hugged me, weirding me out a tad.
-"is everything okay..?"
-"yeah, why wouldn't it be?" dustin's high pitched voice came out. i suspiciously looked at all of them and i could tell they were hiding something.
-"should we play now?" max offered.
-"yup!" lucas patted my back and dragged me to the machines.

after a while of playing, i had forgotten about earlier from how much fun i was having. after dustin finished dig dug, we scanned around for more games
-"what next?" max asked.
-"how about pac-man?" i offered, going across the room and seeing an "Out of order" sign on the screen.
-"oh no, it's out of order!" lucas groaned.
-"there's another one in the back, let's go." dustin nudged me and they all started to walk me forward.
-"it's fine, we can just play another game." i chuckled nervously from how they were acting.
-"no way!" max uttered
-"we know it's your favorite game! let's go." lucas added as they forcefully walked me behind the counter. max opened the door to keith's office in the back and that's when i realized what they were doing. mike was sitting at one of the chairs, waiting for me in there. when i tried to turn around and leave, they all shoved me inside and shut the door behind me, locking it.
-"what the hell, guys!" i banged on the door angrily.
-"will?" i heard mikes voice call out from behind me. i sighed and turned around, accepting my fate.
-"what is this?" i grumbled
-"can you please just sit so we can talk?"
i took a double take between him and the chairs he was pointing at. i groaned and rolled my eyes, walking over and sitting across from him.
-"what do you want?" i crossed my arms as he sat down in the chair.
-"listen, i'm truly sorry about that night in michigan. i didn't mean to say that about you or your father and i didn't mean to out you in front of everyone. i think i was just.."
he hesitated to continue. it looked like he wanted to say something but had an unsure look on his face. i tilted my head while waiting for him to finish his sentence.
-"you're my best friend. i don't like feeling distant from you. i've missed you."
when he said this, i started to feel a little guilty for pushing him away. the angry expression on my face had dropped.
-"i guess i just got angry when i found you with troy.. i mean, you can understand that right?"
-"what?" i scoffed.
-"well, God knows troy isn't the best influence." he laughed, but i didn't find anything funny. even though i agreed with him, it still aggravated me that he was judging me.
-"he's trying to change." i defended.
-"will.."
-"and here you go again with this!" i stood up from my chair.
-"i'm just trying to look out for you, will." he stood up to face me, looking puzzled.
-"oh, are you now?" i scoffed, beginning to walk towards the door.
-"so you're just done? we're done? all because of him?" mike questioned, referring to troy.
it's getting hard to defend troy, but i need him. mike wouldn't understand. it's best to hate him if i want to stop feeling this way for him.
-"i guess so."
i picked at the lock and swung the door open, leaving mike in the room by himself.
i walked out from behind the desk and saw all of my friends by the benches again. they looked shocked but excited to see me, but when they saw my face their smiles immediately faded.
-"you know what, will.. if you want to be like this then i fucking hate you too!" i heard mikes voice follow behind me.
-"fine!" i threw my hands up.
-"fine!" he yelled back
-"woah, what happened?" max asked worriedly.

-"you're stupid little plan failed." i grumbled.