Byclair Oneshots

Lay All Your Love On Me

A/N: remember like late 2017 when song fics were popular? well right now I'm writing this on an impulse because I was listening to the Mama Mia soundtrack and inspiration struck. Let's uh... see where this thing goes ;)
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I wasn't jealous before we met, now every man that I see is a potential threat

Lucas Sinclair liked to think of himself as a simple man. He gave what needed to be given, and when the situation allowed, he took as well. Simple.
Currently, that remained the only thing consuming his racing thoughts. To take what was his.

He sat in Mike's basement, his hands slowly coiling into tight fists at his side. Max and him had long broken up. They mutually decided that they missed being friends, without all the pressure that comes with actually being in a relationship. He had in fact loved her, in his own way, and he still does. He knows she does too. She'd said it to him mockingly before planting a quick kiss on his cheek that day. They still confided in one another, and he helped her get an edge on El, feeling he knew her quite well. Lucas was happy to watch them grow closer and believe he was a part of it.

But now there was a problem. Now his heart ached for another person. And that person was sitting next to Mike, giggling at his stupid jokes.

And I'm possessive, it isn't nice
You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice

Lucas didn't think to care why all of a sudden it angered him so much to see his two friends talking. They always talked. They're friends for God's sake. And he doesn't own Will. He shouldn't decide who he talks and doesn't talk to. But that doesn't stop his heart from clenching each time he'd lean closer to Mike, or rest his hand on his arm.

But now it isn't true
Now everything is new
And all I've learned, has overturned
I beg of you

It all seemed a bit wrong. He felt his hands slowly unravel. Was he jealous... of Mike? Of all people to be jealous of, he felt this pitiful rage towards Mike Wheeler, the biggest dork he knew. But the more he thought it over, he realized that he was.

Lucas was jealous of Mike.
Jealous that he was so close to Will.
Jealous that Will was so effortlessly comfortable around him.

Don't go wasting your emotion
Lay all your love on me

He wanted Will to do that to him. He couldn't help having a soft spot for the beautiful brown haired boy with the twinkly hazel eyes. He'd always felt somehow drawn to him, even when they were kids. But of course he didn't understand why at the time he'd feel butterflies in his stomach whenever Will would dedicate a drawing to him, or smile his adorable toothy smile at something he did.

Lucas sighed.
He was probably just overreacting.
Besides, it's not like he ever had a chance with Will anyway.

He got up to grab a Coke and get his mind off of it.
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It was like shooting a sitting duck
A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck

Mike cut their conversation short when El excitedly beckoned him over with the biggest grin Will had ever seen.
Mike apologized, but Will merely brushed it off, completely understanding how hard it was to resist whenever El was enthusiastic about something.

He looked back to where he remembered seeing Lucas last, and noticed his seat was now empty.
Strange.

He'd noticed how Lucas had been awfully quiet that Saturday afternoon. He didn't know him to be quiet. He wasn't nicknamed "Lucas-smooth-talking-Sinclair" for nothing. Will could listen to him talk his way out of anything all day. Even when he'd falter, he always found some way to pick up the pieces. Or effortlessly start up a new conversation with just about anybody and have them laughing in a matter of seconds. Will admired that about him.