Lunch rolled around and still there was no sign of Mike. Lucas and Dustin had given up a while ago but my little hope still sparkled somewhere inside me and I hated myself for it.
"Do you really think Mike skipped for El?" I whispered to Lucas who sat next to me. He nodded.
"Oh yeah. That boy is dangerously in love." He answered, looking so sure.
"Who, Mike?" Dustin joined in. He pushed a spoon full of pudding with curious eyes that looked at Lucas to me.
"Who else? Your mom?" Lucas said sarcastically.
"Ooh someones got an attitude" Max sat by Dustin with her tray in hand. A smirk placed on her lips.
"It's not attitude. It's just Lucas" Dustin corrected.
"Alright, alright. Anyways, who's up for the arcade after school?" Max took a bite of whatever she was eating. I began to stare at the doorway, wondering when Mike was going to walk in with a whole crazy story that didn't involve El.
I just wanted him to stop talking about her a I knew it sounded selfish but just for once could he stop-
"Will!"
"Huh? Y-yes?" I stared straight into Dustin's eyes. He looked worried.
"Come on. We're going to talk." Dustin collected his last puddings and brought me in the halls.
"You okay?" I nodded quickly at the question.
"Really? You've obviously been looking for Mike all day." Dustin said. My tummy flipped and I looked at the ground.
"I have not! I'm just...you know" Dustin began to form that knowing smile that caught my eyes in an immediate.
"Dustin no-!"
"You miss him, don't you? No no. You like him!" Dustin jumped up a little.
"Shh! No Dustin. I do not I can't like him. He's- he's in love with El"
"But you could like him if he wasn't in love with El?" He raised an eyebrow with a smirk.
"Not what I meant!" I groaned and put my hand on my face.
"Dude, it's really okay. I won't tell them or anyone infact. We're friends, remember?" Dustin placed his hand on my shoulder and smiled at me.
"So tell me the truth."
The truth was that I didn't just like Mike. I...I..
"I love him."

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Ficción GeneralDrawing has always helped me and so did writing but why doesn't it help me when I write about you or even draw you?