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❛ i ' l l n e v e r b e t h a t m e a g a i n ❜ - b . m .
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W I L L L O V E S M I K E ,
And there was no denying it.
He felt it when he came back from the upside down. Mike was just always there for him and it screwed with his head, making him feel butterflies erupt from his stomach.
It was a weird feeling, but it was nice. He smiled whenever they played Dungeons and Dragons and Mike would always do his weird screeches when the dragons he was narrating died.
Then the possession happened and his PTSD became more worse by the second. Mike stayed the night for him.
Mike stayed the night for his sake and it was enough for him to fall.
He felt how gentle Mike was when he was with him.
Although, he knew he had no chance. Now, there was an Eleven who he knew nothing about, included in the picture.
"Will?" Will opened his eyes, blinking cautiously from the blinding light that seeped through the blinds.
Once he got his eyesight adjusted to the room's lighting, he looked to where the voice came from.
There beside him stood Jonathan, half of a smile on his face.
"I got your meds and I also brought breakfast." Jonathan spoke, holding the tray of scrambled eggs and toast with a glass of water, the pills piled beside it.
