Dear Reader•Byeler (completed w/ sequel)

7

Mike came back, flashlight in hand. A shocked look was still plastered on his face.

"What's wrong Mike? Did you see a ghost?" Dustin teased, taking the flashlight. Mike sat by Will again, his gaze fixing upon the other. How was he supposed to confront him about this?

'Yeah, I read your diary and you like me? That's cool.'

He shook his head.

"I'm good, don't worry." He smiled. Will leaned back onto him and his nervousness got worse.

"I'm so tired." He whispered, burying his head in Mike's neck. "I am too. Wanna go back?" He asked.

"Yes please." Will sat back up and exchanged glances with Mike before starting to head back, saying their goodbyes.
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Will and Mike climbed into bed once they got there.

Will grabbed his diary from the floor, not having a clue that Mike had read it.

He grabs his pen and starts writing.

'Dear reader, Mike let me lean against him today. We all told scary stories. I don't have much to say about today though. I'm still brainstorming a way to confess. Maybe he'll like me back! I'm probably getting my hopes up though.

Sincerely yours,
Will Byers'

He closed it up and cuddled into his sleeping bag, falling asleep.