𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 ✦ 𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫

neuf

chapter nine - pretty

important a/n at the bottom

will didn't know what to say.

he opened his mouth as if to speak, but he couldn't. there was nothing to be said.

mike was shocked at himself. hating himself.

"w-will, i—," he stammered, but soon was cut off by will waving his hands around in dismay and defeat.

"so, who's eleven?" he said with a closed-mouth smile, faking enthusiasm. mike was confused, he thought he had introduced her in class earlier— then he realized that she was introduced as eleanor. he told will her true name.

"oh, i had a feeling you had a thing for her," will told him.

eleven waltzed across the room, over by mike and will's isolated table. will's cue to leave.

mike mentally cursed himself as eleven sat next to him, as he hopelessly watch will pull out his chair and practically tip-toe away from him. "y-you l-l-like me, m-mike?"

No. "y-yeah, i've been meaning to tell you."

"o-oh, well i like you, too."

I hate myself so so much.

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el insisted that they held hands as they left school. mike sighed softly, and went with it. there was nothing he could do, and he missed his chance to tell will how much he loved him.

max watched in despair. poor girl shipped byeler more than anything. she was lost in thought, pondering about what she did, when dustin snapped her out of her thoughts by smacking her upside the head. "great plan, maxine," he snarled, "y'know this was such a good idea."

"i feel like such a fucking idiot..." she said, sitting outside the school on the concrete.

"It's okay, max." another voice was heard; the red-headed girl and the chesnut-haired boy looked up.

will byers.

"will? wh-what the hell are you doing?" said the curly-haired kid.

"i knew about your stupid plan."

"i'm sorry..." the girl mumbled.

"you don't need to, max, you were trying to help us... i guess? he's happy now. he's really happy— i don't wanna impose..."

lucas appeared on the scene, and said, "i don't believe him." he took a seat next to his girlfriend, max, and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"what?" max looked at him curiously.

"i don't fucking believe him. he called will pretty. he didn't talk about anything else but you, will. ever since he laid his eyes on you."

"h-he called me p-pretty?"

"he tried to cover it up but we knew what he was saying."

will's confused face dissolved into one with a shit-eating grin. he loved lucas. he loved dustin and max. he was so happy to have them as friends.

and he just couldn't get that word 'pretty' out of his head.

A/N: hey lads, I'm reallly sick, on the verge of dying sick. I really don't know what to do right now, but I know the best thing to do is go to the doctor and rest. I really feel so dead, and so terrible, I don't know what's going on. My entire body aches, and i cant move, at all. I'm like a little baby rn. I just wanted to let you guys know, and I will also post this to my message board. Sorry for lack of content. I won't be around for a while.