❛ HOW TO STOP LIKING BOYS! ❜
STEP ONE: Don't think about his smile or the way he looks you in the eyes when he talks to you or his laugh
FAILED STEP ONE.
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MULTIPLE CHAR/MULTIPLE OCS
WINNER OF BEST MIKE WHEELER FIC
IN @EZRAMIIIERS...
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IT WAS EARLY WHEN LUCAS AND DUSTIN SHOWED UP AT DANIEL'S DOOR. Heather answered, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she saw the two boys.
She sighed, "It's too early for this, what's up?"
Lucas looked just as annoyed, "We need Daniel. Mike wants us all at his place, says it's urgent."
"Give me two seconds." She closed the door, leaving them on the stoop as she quietly went back up the stairs and into her brother's room. She sat on his bed and shook his shoulder lightly. Her brother was always startled when someone woke him up, so she made sure to be gentle.
Daniel sat up in seconds, almost knocking heads with Heather. When he realized what was going on, he yawned before speaking, "What's going on?"
"Your friends are here. They need you at Mike's place." Normally, Heather would have slammed the door and told the boys at the front door to screw off at this early hour, but the boys must be fragile having heard the news of their dead friend. She didn't even know they watched his body get pulled out of the quarry, which made things feel infinitely worse.
"Do I have to go?" Daniel asked, his soft voice rough from sleep. He only got three or four hours. His eyes were glued to the stars on his ceiling as the image of his best friend being dragged from the water played in his head over and over and over.
"Mama already gave you the day off, you might as well spend it with your friends. They're grieving too, you know," Heather sighed. "Listen, I gotta get ready for school, but your friends are waiting at the front door when you're ready. I can go tell them to fuck off if you really want me to."
The girl pat him on the shoulder one last time before she left the boy sitting up in his bed, still groggy from sleep, but knowing what he had to do. Begrudgingly, Daniel pulled the sheets off of himself and stood up, cracking the bones in his back as he did every morning and walking over to his closet. He shrugged on jeans and a shirt, reaching for the hook on his closet door before remembering he had thrown his jacket over the back of the couch when he came in last night. Sighing, he ran one hand through his untameable curls (he wasn't even going to attempt to sort them out, he wasn't in the mood) and running downstairs. Shoving boots on his feet and his arms through his coat, he opened the front door. Just like Heather said, Lucas and Dustin were waiting on the stoop.
"Took you long enough," Lucas sighed, rubbing his hands together as his friend closed the door behind him.
Daniel looked unimpressed as he glared at the boy, "Screw off, I just woke up."
