Still pretty??? Mileven ??

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Mikes POV
"She..! She just said my name!" I yelled.
"W-what..?" Richie asked. "Are... are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes! Yes I'm sure! El! El I'm right here!" I shouted as loud as I could, no matter how much it hurt my throat.
"Mike..? Mike, she isn't here! She didn't say anything!" He said.
"No, no I heard her! I swear I heard her! El! Eleven! El please I'm here! Can't you hear me? Can't you see me? El! El I'm... I'm here..." I yelled, crying again.
Richie was staring at me with a pained and extremely sympathetic look on his face.
"El! El, please!" I yelled again, trying to keep my voice from cracking again and going all stuttery from the crying.
"I have to have heard her, Rich! I have to have! She's gotta be ok... she's... I heard her! El! Where are you?! Please answer me! Please el!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face at the thought that it was just my imagination.
She has to be ok...
Richie's POV
It was so heartbreaking to watch mike yell out into the empty woods, crying his heart out. It was too much for me to bear. I was crying too but the difference was, mike never cried. I didn't cry often but mike... he never cries. And here he was, screaming and crying and all a mess when he is usually cool as ice.
"Come on, el... come on... please, for me... say something, anything... just... just please you gotta let me know you're ok, ok..?" he pleaded quietly. I could only stare. I couldn't possibly know what he was going through and I didn't know what to say.
"Come on el!" He said, getting louder. "Please! Answer me!" He yelled to the empty abyss of green, closing his eyes as he curled up slightly at the foot of the tree, clutching the hair grip he had found.
"You gotta let me know you're ok!" He pleaded. "El! El, answer me!" He yelled, opening his eyes.
"It's ok..." I whispered as he curled in a ball, pouring his heart out. "It's ok," I told him again as I put my arm around him.
"El! Please! Please..." He yelled out, his voice cracking. Oh my god this was awful. I didn't know what to do, he looked as if his heart was ripping itself to pieces. I tried to comfort him and for his sake, tried to stop crying. He was curled up between my legs, gripping my shirt as he cried into my chest. I felt so fucking awful I could have cried for hours if I let myself. But I tried to stay tear-ridden for mikes sake. The last thing he needs is a crying doppelgänger. I circled my arms around his shaking form and pulled him closer so he was almost in a sitting position. He sniffed a bit and snaked his arms around my neck, dragging himself up so he was resting on my shoulder. He nuzzled into my neck and I think he closed his eyes. We were quiet for a long time. Mike was acting very different. He is usually cool and unaffectionate to anyone who isn't el, but now, he's being all adorable and cuddling into me. I liked it. I wish he was like this more often, just under better circumstances.
"Richie did you hear that?" He yelled suddenly, making me jump and standing up.
"What? Hear what?" I asked, getting up.
"She..! She just said my name!" He yelled.
"W-what..?" I asked. "Are... are you sure?"
"Yes! Yes I'm sure! El! El I'm right here!" He shouted.
"Mike..? Mike, she isn't here! She didn't say anything!" I said.
"No, no I heard her! I swear I heard her! El! Eleven! El please I'm here! Can't you hear me? Can't you see me? El! El I'm... I'm here..." He screamed, and the tears started again. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him but I wanted more than anything to look away. He looked so damn broken.
"El! El, please!" He shouted, his voice slightly higher than usual and all scratchy.
"I have to have heard her, Rich! I have to have! She's gotta be ok... she's... I heard her! El! Where are you?! Please answer me! Please el!" He screamed. I just wanted to scoop him up and wrap him in a blanket and feed him mint ice cream (his fave) and watch the shining (also his fave) with him. I wanted to comfort him and make him better. I hated that he hated that his icy, emotionless exterior cracked. I hated most aspects of what this was doing to him. (Minus the cute cuddles,) I just wished I could do anything to make this better for him. Unfortunately, I couldn't use either of my strong points for making people feel better: sarcasm and humour. I had a feeling neither would make mike any better.
"Mike?" I asked quietly. He slumped back between my legs. I curled them up around him.
"Hm?"
"I love you."
"I love you too rich,"
"Everyone does."
If I weren't entirely mistaken, I might have just made him laugh.
"Els gonna be ok. We're gonna find her." I said into his hair as he cuddled into me again, his head in the crook of my neck. I rested my cheek on the top of his head and he sighed, finally relaxing. I can tell he's still excruciatingly sad, but at least he's not hot and bothered.
"Rich?"
"Yeah?"
"Thankyou."
"For?"
"... Just being here with me. Thankyou."
"Yeah, well. What's the point of having a fabulous doppelgänger if they don't sit on a forest floor with you and cry?"
He laughed again. We stayed quiet for a bit, a hopeless tangle of arms and legs as I messed with mikes hair as he sat, curled in my chest.
"Rich?"
"Mhm?"
"I needed you today. I don't know what I... what I might have done if you weren't here," he said, choking up a bit.
"It's okay," I whispered, kissing the top of his head lightly.
"Rich?"
"Yeah?"
"That was so gay."
"I know."
"I loved it,"
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"That was so gay," I said and we both laughed.

A\N #MICHIE #LETS MAKE IT HAPPEN
#SORT OF JOKING BUT NOT REALLY 😂
NO BUT SERIOUSLY IF MILEVEN AND REDDIE WERENT A THING, BITCH MICHIE ALL THE WAY!!! ANYWHO, ILY ALL BYEEEEEE! XXX