prom dress

oo9 | 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

I woke up in a flannel shirt, on a couch that definitely was not my couch and a blanket thrown over me that smelled like cigarettes. I looked around the room and recognized it as Will's living room, which didn't help comprehend anything at all. why was i here, and not at home in my bed?Will walked down the hall into the living room and noticed I was awake. "good morning, sleepyhead. do you feel hungover yet?"That explained why I felt so tired and currently felt like my head was exploding. "What happened?" What I meant was, why am i here, sleeping on your couch, in what's probably one of your shirts??"Well, you were pretty drunk last night, someone had to take care of you." then i remember it All Why is the music so loud? i think to myself as i walk in the door of Jame's house, barely being able to push through all the people. drunk people, i should say.i notice Will grabbing my hand, which was usual but unusual at the same time...he's always scared, of everything, ever since all the upside down stuff, but i don't recall him ever grabbing my hand. i guess he just needs someone to guide him sometimes, and i guess i can be that person. i don't really mind holding his hand, anyways.we (Lucas, Dustin, Will, and me) make it to the kitchen, where all the alcohol is. i've already decided i won't drink tonight, and Will needing me just makes it more important that i don't.the party goes on for hours, and somehow i don't recall it, but soon i've had four of those damn red solo cups that are full of god knows what, some kind of alcohol. way too much, but i guess i'm too drunk to comprehend it.Lucas and Dustin are nowhere to be seen, but Will sticks by my side, 'cause he's Will, and I'm Mike. i'm stumbling around, i realize. god, poor Will. i'm too drunk to guide anyone, even myself. sometime I find myself sitting on a ledge jame's roof, and Will is sitting next to me. we must of needed some fresh air, i guess. for a while we sit in silence, until will says something odd.

"Mike, can I tell you something?"

I mumble a "sure."

"You're probably to drunk to remember, so yeah, i'll tell you." he pauses. "i think i don't like girls."i have no idea what he's talking about, so i just nod along."i think...i think, i like boys." something snaps in me when he says this, and i'm aware. my mind is moving slow, but somehow i'm keeping up. and before i can even consider it, i say,"me too!" and it's so ironic, because i said it in a way as if we were agreeing on our favorite dungeons & dragons character, not our sexuality.Will looks at me, and i can tell he's wondering if i'm too drunk to be saying true things, to even know what i'm saying. "Mike, i like you."i don't say anything. i just reach for his hand, and there it is, 'cause he's Will, and i'm Mike, and we're Will and Mike. he knows by now that i know what's going on, and he's wondering whether what i'm saying is truth or lies. i think he decides that i'm just drunk babbling. i feel like i'm locked in a cage now. i really like him too, how do i tell him, how do i tell him! how do i convince him i'm not just drunk?i don't say anything. i just reach for his hand, and there it is, 'cause he's Will, and i'm Mike, and we're Will and Mike. he knows by now that i know what's going on, and he's wondering whether what i'm saying is truth or lies. i think he decides that i'm just drunk babbling. i feel like i'm locked in a cage now. i really like him too, how do i tell him, how do i tell him! how do i convince him i'm not just drunk?he smiles at me, but it's a sad smile. he knows by tomorrow i'll forget this all, and he'll have to keep teaching himself not to love me, because he thinks i don't love him. but i do! how...do i tell him.before i can even think, he's leaning in, and before i can even decide what i want, so am i, and our lips meet just like they always did in those dreams i woke up smiling from. he kisses me like it's goodbye though, and i really really wish it was a hello instead.when we part, it's time for us to leave. stumbling but with the help of Will's stability, i go inside. i still don't know where dustin and lucas are. they'll find their way home though, because i'm too exhausted to care.we took my car here, but WIll has to take my keys from my pocket and drive, because the minute i sit in the passenger seat, the world is spinning and i'm falling, or maybe being caught. darkness is filling my eyesight by dots and eventually i drift away to the sound of Africa by Toto playing on the radio, the line "it's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you"."Mike?" Will's voice makes the memories fade from my thoughts. He's standing in the doorway of his kitchen.

My head jerks up towards him.

"I said, do you want some breakfast?"I ignore the question completely. "I remember Will, I remember, all of it."He freezes, and is staring at me, somehow waiting for my reaction even though i'm the one who just confirmed that i know he's gay for me.I look up at him. I can see in his eyes the doubt and fear of not wanting to be rejected. He's anxious. he thinks he already knows he's going to be rejected.But he's not. I wasn't just drunk babbling that night... "I like you too."He smiles at me, and in my head, Africa is playing, and i hear the line, "gonna take some time to do the things we never had..."

How did I come up with this?