One more minute ~ byler

Chapter 12

Will's POV

Saturday 24th of November 1987

"Hey! I'm gonna need some pain meds from you he's waking up."
I was used to waking up to the sound of doctors in my room. I had been in the hospital for two days now and it fucking sucks. My mom and Jonathan came to see me yesterday but they left quickly to go back to their jobs, which is understandable. I have a broken arm and rib and I got an operation to speed up my arms recovery. Apart from that though, nothing major is really wrong with me. As bored as I am in here, I'm glad I don't have to sit through classes I could only imagine how annoyed Mike is to be in class. He rang yesterday and told me he would come see me today so that was something to look forward to. He also said that because of my circumstances, we only have to do one day of detention for sneaking out which was great.

"Will, you'll be able to go back to school this afternoon. We are going to take you back in the ambulance since your mother's away so we're now just waiting on the next one available." I instantly thanked the doctor and smiled. I was fed up of being in this hospital and this meant I could show Troy and his minions that they couldn't just beat me out of 'their school'.

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Thankfully, I was able to leave after a half hour and we shortly pulled up to the school. I made my own way up to the dorm and found Mike on the window sill, smoking a cigarette.

"Will! I was just getting ready to go visit, I didn't think you'd be back so soon." He said as he jumped up and ran to hug me. I winced in pain as he tightened his grip around me and he quickly pulled away, apologetically.
"It's fine, Mike. I'm gonna have a shower."
"Yeah okay." He replied as he smiled to me. I smiled back. I was glad to be back, I missed Mike. Even though it was two days. But I'm allowed to miss him, I just hope he missed me as much as I have.

My shower was as quick as it could be while dodging getting my cast wet and when I got out, Mike was still on the window sill, but had finished his cigarette. I started to get changed but quickly found myself in a dilemma. I had managed put my jeans on but I really couldn't get my t shirt on. I had gotten my head and one arm in, but I could get my cast through the hole and was awkwardly trying to squeeze it through. I could hear laughing and I turned to see Mike giggling at me.
"This isn't funny! This stupid fucking cast wont fit through the fucking hole." He got up and came over to me, putting his hands on my shoulders to stop me from squirming around.
"Let me help you."

He gently lifted my arm and pulled it through the sleeve, making sure he didn't hurt me in the process. We didn't realise it, but when I looked up to thank him, we were so close our noses were almost touching. He looked at me and we made eye contact, but I didn't look away, and he didn't back away. And suddenly all my feelings from that night came back to me. I wanted to kiss him again, and this time he wouldn't be able to forget.

I slowly leaned in, making sure to give him more than enough time to back away if he wanted to, but he didn't. He didn't back away. Our lips connected and he immediately deepened the kiss with passion, making it seem like he had been craving this just as much as I had. I let myself get lost in the kiss, get lost in his presence, and the way he wrapped his arms around my waist. Without breaking our lips apart, we slowly made our way to Mike's bed and sat ourselves onto it. He gently lowered me onto the pillow, making sure to not touch off one of my bruises and cause me harm. Despite the fact that most of my body was still in pain, the kiss was everything I hoped it would be. The happiness I felt in that moment muted and cancelled out any pain I was feeling and replaced it with pure bliss. Mike's lips left mine and began to trail to my neck, where he began to slowly suck on my skin, leaving his mark. I didn't care if people saw it, I wanted everyone to know I was his, or just someone's, I guess. I knew this had to be a secret if it was going to continue, the hatred from the rest of the world was just too harsh. It was better to love privately when you were like me. Like us.

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Sunday the 25th of November 1987

We were headed to our detention from the previous week, but we didn't mind. The classroom we had to do it in was small, and it was just us, the teacher and some other boy we didn't know. He looked younger than us, and scared, maybe this was his first detention. This was my first detention, but I didn't really care anymore. If it affected my scholarship, it's already done it's damage so I don't have to worry about it anymore. It was early, like really early, and I guess too early for the teacher as he was fast asleep. We signed ourselves in on the attendance sheet and just sat ourselves down in the back of the class quietly, not wanting to wake the teacher.

"Have you ever been in detention before?" Mike whispered to me.
"Nah, you?"
"Too many times." He laughed and I joined in quietly. This caught the attention of the boy across the room and he turned to look at us.
"Have you ever had detention?" Mike asked, trying to include him in the conversation because he actually looked like he was shitting himself.
"No." He mumbled.
"Come here so we don't wake the teacher." Mike instructed. He slowly picked up his things and moved over to now be sitting in front us.

Now that he was sitting closer to us I actually got a good look at him. He had curly blond hair, and brown eyes. He looked to be a freshman, but I wasn't too sure.
"What year are you in?" I asked. He confirmed my suspicions when told us he was a freshman, which made sense for him to be scared then I guess.
"What did you do to end up here?" Mike asked. It felt like we were just interrogating him, but we didn't have anything else to do.
"I was just defending myself, but the other guy ended up looking worse then me so I got blamed."
"That's a shit one, know what that feels like." Mike related. How many people has he beaten up?

I gave him a look and he seemed to pick up on it, returning it to me. When the other boy turned around, he leaned into my ear.
"It was only twice." He whispered and I smiled. I was honestly expecting more I don't know why.
"How do you always read my mind?" I answered, and he chuckled, just shrugging shoulders. He put his head on the desk on top of his arms to sleep and I just slouched back in my chair and put my head down to nap, the cast on my arm stopping me from doing the same. Hopefully when we wake up this detention will all just be over.

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A/N

Hope you liked this chapter! They're now official in their own way so yup for them
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