My notebook (Byler)

7.

   Mike closed the door behind him and with his back turned to me, I tried my best to fix my hair without the help of a mirror. I let my arms drop when he turned around, a small smile on his lips.
   "You weren't at school and nobody was answering the phone so I got worried. You okay?" Mike asked. He placed his hand on my head. I gently put his hand back to his side with his eyes now watching me.
  "I just didn't sleep well is all. I'm okay, Mike. Really." I held his hand for a little, appreciating the softness of it but let go as soon as my sentence finished.
    "Really? You think you're good enough to go to the arcade with us?" His smile grew big and his eyes showed that gleam of hope. I was tired but I couldn't say no to him. I can promise you that if he asked me to jump off a bridge, I still wouldn't be able to say no.
   "Yeah, yeah. O-okay I just gotta get showered and dressed. You can wait in my room of you want." I said. He nodded and followed me to my room. I grabbed some clothes and my towel then went to the bathroom, saying a quiet
  "Be back in 20" before leaving him in my room. This was normal. He usually looked through my drawings or just went through my comics. He's the only one I trust that much.
 
    ****Mike's P.O.V****

   10 minuets passed and I had already gotten bored counting the drawings on his wall over and over again. I put my hand on his pillow and the other on his blanket, leaning back a little. His pillow felt odd. Soft yet hard. I sat up and lifted the corner of the pillow up.
  "He must have gotten a new drawing notebook."
  It felt wrong.
  "Why would he hide it? Maybe he had been up all night drawing and left it here. Why hadn't he told m- oh yeah.."
  I pulled the notebook out and placed it on my lap. It wasn't a big notebook. It took up half my thigh, that's was it. I flipped through a random page and there I was met with Will's hand writing.

                       -Next Page-

   "How idiotic can I get? Dustin shouldn't have been the one to hear those words. Max shouldn't have been the one to fight, I shouldn't have been so quiet. I always cause problems and leave it on other people to deal with. I should just shut up and leave everyone. No one would notice. Not even Mike. Hes so indulged with El, I'm not longer his friend anymore. 4 weeks without a him and I hangout. He never wants to see me anymore. I am nothing. I just want to be his rose but I am just some obnoxious , sensitive kid who he no longer wants to deal with.

  I closed the notebook and shoved it under his pillow as quickly as his footsteps approached the door. I stared at the drawing above his bed when the door opened. I looked at him. His hair now combed, long sleeved shirt tucked in his pants and his sneakers now on.
  "Ready to go?" I asked.
  "Yeah" I threw his pjs on his bed and the both of us walked out the door.
  Guilt filled my gut.
  "What did he say to Dustin? Why was Max so furious? How could I be such a stupid best friend. Was el all I thought of? Guess so since I've missed so much. I'm so sorry, Will" I thought as we rode are bikes together.

   (A/N: should I keep switching the point of views like this or just keep it on Will? Also thank you to those who are reading! So sorry for updating so late)