Mike drove to Will's house feeling a little crappy but thought nothing of it. He parked outside his house and waited for his beautiful boyfriend. He coughed a little then rested a hand on his forehead feeling heat. He chose to ignore it again and waited silently.
Will walked outside. He opened the door to Mike's car, and got inside. "Hi Mike." he said with a smile. "Ready to go to school?"
"Mhm" Mike simply said, starting to drive out. He cough a couple times on the way there and at school. He started having coughing fits every 5 seconds it felt like. Will was concerned. "Are you sure you're okay Mike, you don't look too good." Mike didn't feel like talking, he just nodded his head yes. The truth was he felt terrible and probably did look it too.
Will paused for a second. "Alright. But I'm gonna keep a close watch on you all day cuz you don't seem ok." They got out of the car and went into school.
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Will got home from school. He ran to his room to get to his phone. Then picked it up and dialed Mike's number. Will wanted to make sure he was okay.
Mike was basically dying right now. He heard his phone ring, probably Will. He picked it up and answered with an raspy voice, "Hello?"
Will rolled his eyes. "Miiiiike, you sound awful. What's wrong." "Nothing" he stubbornly said. "This is just my....sexy voice" he quickly made up. "Mike, can I come over. I wanna see if you're okay." Said will, concerned for his boyfriend. Mike didn't want to bother him, especially not right now. "You can't...my mom is uh here right now" he was terrible at excuses, he just didn't want to be a burden.
"Your mom is always there. I can just say it's a thing for AV." Will paused and sighed. "Please Mike. I wanna make sure you're okay, I love you too much to let you feel bad." Mike just knew he wouldn't give up, he sighed in defeat. "Okayyyy" he mumbled. Will smiled. "I'll be over in 10. Expect me to be fussing over you." He hung up the phone and ran out of his living room. "Going out, bye mom!" He yelled as he left. He ran to his bike, and rode it over to Mike's house. He went up to the door and rang the doorbell.
Mrs.Wheeler heard the door bell ring. She wasn't expecting any visitors, she opened the door and saw Will. She honestly forgot his name, "Hello" she said fake sweetly.
"Hi Mrs. Wheeler. If you don't remember me, I'm Will. I'm here to work on a project for AV with Mike." Will said, smiling. "Well he's sick." She answered then sighed, "How important is it?" "It's very important. Please, it'll only take an hour." Said Will, sighing.
She just nodded and opened the door wider. She moved out the way, "Michael's room is upstairs down the hall to the right" she told him not knowing he's been here before.
"Thank you." Said Will. He walked inside. Mike's house was nice. He walked up to Mike's room and sat on his bed. "Good day to you, Michael. I knew something was up," he said sarcastically.
Mike felt like absolutely shit, this wasn't worth missing school. "I feel like shit" he mumbled. "You're sick, Mike. Please, can I help you get better." "I can skip if you want." He said, staring into Mike's eyes.
Mike already felt terrible about bothering him and making him come over. He closed his eyes resting them, "You don't have to I'm fin-" he interrupted himself by coughing terribly. "Ok that's it. I'm skipping. I'm gonna get you healthy no matter what I do." Will kissed Mike's hand.
Mike wanted to kiss him really badly but didn't want to get him sick. "But-" he coughed again then just laid there, trying not to die. "Shh." Said Will. "Go get some soup. And go to sleep early. If you need me just call." He just nodded and sat up. He felt his head hurt, he couldn't breath normally through his nose. Mike Wheeler was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, unbelievable some would say.
And on that note, Mike fell asleep, Will on the other end of the bed, there to make sure Mike was okay. Will smiled. He loved Mike so much. More than anything in the whole world.
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