Random things

Byler type shi

"It's not my fault you don't like girls!!" Mike said, and I just stood there, letting the raindrops fall down my face, through my hair, from under my eyelids?
I breathed and stared at his face, it was unmoving, just the same tense expression before he continued. "I'm sorry, but I mean, did you really think we were gonna spend all our lives in the basement playing games?" He lets out.

My breath hitches, and that's when it really really hits me , because it's not just obvious, but it's coming from him.
My face scrunches up and my vision starts to go blurry against my own will.
"I guess I did."
I can't do this anymore, I grab the front of my bike and start to drag it out, I know he's moving, and he starts to yell something, but as I swing my leg over I'm determined, and then out into the pouring, drowning rain. It drowns everything out, I find myself in the forest, and then in my dry hideout. Like it's always been, covered in dreams and drawings

I can barely hear the rain anymore. I'm remembering everything, all the good times we shared.. and then... well, would we even share any more? Playing DnD, Halloween... and now all they talk about is girls, who they can't just get over so we could all- no. They wouldn't care anyways. They don't care anymore. My hand feels tighter around the paper memory. They would never care about something so important to me, so stupid.
"It's stupid.. stupid... stupid!" I grab the paper memories, and I'm starting to rip them apart. It hurts as I think of it all, but even if I left them, that's all they would ever be, memories. I heave a sob. Then there's anger. It's not enough.

I grab the bat. It's a good thing the rain is like it is, because it numbs and muffled my scream as I bat at the castle, I could have stopped, but I didn't, and my own rage was breaking the stupid wood. "Will!" Shit, did he follow me? I don't freeze at his voice though, not anymore; I keep going. "Will!" He yells again.

"What are you-" my hand starts to shake as I go down, the noise changing as I can't help but sob again. This time, I raise it higher, for what could hopefully be the final blow-
"Oh-gimme that!" I'm instead pushed back, by his hands on the bat, on me.
"Let me go, let me go!" I scream, trying to pull it back, but my grip is tired and weak, and he slaps it out of my hands. With a squelching thud it lands in the leafs beside the wreckage.
"Will.."

"You're right, alright..?" I say, and descend into a sob as my words become unhearable over the rain and my own weakness. "Stupid.." I slur.
"No, it's not, okay... I didn't mean that.." Liar. I turn away. "just look at me, would you? Come on.."
He grabs my shoulder and brings me to face him. His face is also wet, but just from the rain. His pretty hair wasn't so puffy anymore, and somehow darker, wet. His eyes were.. looking into mine. With that same concerned expression he's always had.

It makes me cry even more, my face scrunching up like a stupid baby. His hand on my shoulder is joined by another, and I know what he's trying for, a hug. Right? I try to shake his hands off, but it doesn't really work, he just looks confused and keeps pulling till I reach out my hands, gripping the warm fabric of his shirt to push him away, but he won't let go till I give up and he pulls me close. Then his hand moves, and it meets my cold, wet face.

I look up at him and his face is adorned with a frown. He looks so pretty even when he's concerned, doesn't he? Wait.

His lips are on mine before I can process anything. It's very wet. (A/N::idfk I've never kissed nobody 💔 ,, but like it's raining- actually how tf would it not be wet has anyone had a dry kiss like genuinely I'm curious li-) He pulls away suddenly, and I do too, suddenly hot and gasping. I look at him and he's pretty red. His hands are out at his sides in an exaggerated fashion.

"M-Mike? What exactly was that?" I ask, choked up, my own hand subconsciously reaching for my lips.
"I'm, uh- I'm confused." I really was. My sadness and grief had truly been drowned out with a new emotion.

He just stood and stared, eyebrows high up in his jet black, dripping hair.
"Me too." He breathed. "I just saw you so sad and y- but then I- I felt like I had to-"
I rarely saw Mike at a loss to words like he was now.
"You didn't have to." I say, and he stops, properly looking at me rather than pacing any longer.

"L-look, I know it seems like I've been caught up with.. oh, shit, look... I will make time for our party." He says, reaching out and then stepping back again, but I can tell he's trying to reassure me with his tone.
"And..."

"Yeah, is there something you wanna tell me?" I ask, unable to contain it any longer.

"No!" He says, and it's a little too loud, so he repeats it more quietly. "No. There's nothing else I need to say."

"Okay..." I mumble, and then let my head lean over to look back at the unfinished wreckage. Mike enters my vision again and picks up the bat before walking past me, his shoes crunching on the wet leaves. The rain had stopped.
"You'll be okay?" He asks.
"Just go."

And he's gone. I look back at the remains of Castle Byers. I don't even know if I should fix it. I barely have the energy to walk back home, but somehow I do.

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