Secret Admirer {Byler}

Chapter 6 {Certainly Love}

Wow it has been a hot minute lol. Not really it's only been two weeks but here it is. It's over. There might be an epilogue if you would want that..? But I don't really know. This ending is kind of rushed and I didn't know how to finish it, but I did. I hope you like it. If not let me know, let me know if you want to see an epilogue or anything else. I'm open to suggestions. I might even make a new story, because I really miss this. It might not be byler, it most likely won't be byler or Foah, but it'll be something. If you have suggestions let me know, but here it is. The final chapter of Secret Admirer.

Mike's P.O.V.

It's been about 5 minutes since I went back to playing and Will still isn't playing. I glance over to see what he's doing and he's on his side, on the couch, fast asleep. I tiptoe over his bookbag to my room and fetch the third note. I slip it into the bottom of his bag and hope that he doesn't find it until after school on Monday. If he does I hope he doesn't suspect me right away.

I walk into the kitchen and dial Joyce's phone number.
"Hello? Will?"
"Hi Ms. Byers it's me Mike. I was just calling to tell you that Will fell asleep. Do you want me to wake him up or is it okay if he stays over?"
"He can stay over as long as it's fine with your mom Mike."
"Okay. I already asked my mom and she said it was fine if he stayed. So I'll have him call you in the morning okay? Goodnight Ms. Byers."
"Thank you. Goodnight."
I hang up and tiptoe back into the living room. I put all of Will's things back into his bookbag and zip it up. I go into my room and grab two pillows and blankets. I throw my pillow and blanket onto dad's La-Z-boy. I then walk over to Will and carefully place a blanked overtop of him. I then lift up his head, trying not to wake him and place a pillow underneath it. I look at him sleeping peacefully, as if nothing bad has ever happened, or will ever happen. I suddenly think about kissing him goodnight. I can't resist from doing it, so I lean down and place a soft peck on his forehead. "Goodnight Will" I say before curling up in the la-z-boy, and falling fast asleep.

Will's P.O.V.

I wake up and glance over at the clock. It's 6:03 am (true story). I look down and notice that I now have a blanket and pillow, that I did not have before I went to sleep. I also notice that Mike has the same blanket and pillow over on the la-z-boy, that he is currently sleeping on. These are the pillows and blankets from his room. I sigh happily. Mike got me a blanket and pillow, and tried not to wake me. He is the best. I curl up into the blanket and inhale deeply. It smells just like Mike. I just want to take that smell and carry it with me forever. It is the best smell in the world, and it makes me feel so at peace because it just reminds me of him. I turn over looking at Mike for a few minutes before I fall asleep again.

I wake up again at 8:22 am and Mike still isn't awake. I decide against waking him up, since he didn't wake me up yesterday. Leaning over on my side, I pick up my bookbag and hoist it over towards me. Unzipping it, I dump out all of the contents looking for something to do in the meantime. Everything is completely normal, except there's a third sheet of paper when there should've only been two. I grab the sheet of paper and unfold it.

Dear Will Byers,
I don't know how many more of these I'm going to have to make. I have a feeling you're quite close to figuring out who I am. Anyways I just wanted to tell you a few things under one topic. I want to tell you why I like you. I guess I could give you your hint right now so,
Hint #3 : I know you don't like yourself
But, I love you. I wasn't certain at first, it was uncertainly love. But now, it's certainly love. You are just incredible. I don't know how else to describe you. You have the kindest of souls and the purest of spirits. You are so forgiving and you pretty much love everyone around you, except yourself. You are the most gorgeous person I have ever had the pleasure of seeing, and I can't even imagine anyone more good looking than you. I also can't imagine how you don't see that. You're probably the smartest person I know and you can't even see how great you are? You're just so perfect and I can't even describe how perfect you are. I really do love you.

It's Mike. Who else could it have been. Mike Wheeler is my secret admirer. The perfect, ray of gorgeousness, Micheal Wheeler, loves me. I run over to his sleeping body, lying peacefully on the La-Z-Boy. I hug him as hard as I can, not even caring that I woke him up. He doesn't seem to mind either as he wraps his arms around me. "It's you. It's always been you" I say happily and I feel his head nod against my shoulder. "It's me." I pull away from the hug, and lean my face down pecking him on the cheek, still blushing even though I know he likes me. "I love you Micheal Wheeler" I say pure bliss behind my long-awaited smile. His lips curl up revealing his teeth, before he says "I love you too. Will Byers,will you be my boyfriend" I nod excitedly and he hugs me again. "Yay." He whispers, big, goofy smile still on his face. "Yay." I whisper back. He loves me, I love him, and I don't think that'll ever stop. It is most certainly love.