Why us? || Byler ||

Lemon and Chocolate

Mike's POV

'And I can't fight this feeling anymore', the lyrics of the song can be heard all around the house, that is now just filled with Will and I in my room. We're both lain in the bed. He's staring at the ceiling, while I focus on the radio playing one of my favorite hits this year, holding his hand. Yup. This is official now people. And we've been like this for five days now. Almost a week. El is okay, completely okay. She's not bad around us, and I don't think she's jealous at all. She really seems happy without me and that makes me even happier. But there's one more thing that makes me the happiest. And it's next to me, in my left. I look at him and smile, then I turn my sight back to the radio.

"What is it?"

"Hm?"

"Why did you look at me? Do I have something on my face?"

"No! Of course not Will. I like staring at you, that's all"

"Oh... o-okay" he blushes, and I giggle and turn my back to his side which makes Will to look at me

"You're cute when you blush"

"No I'm not. Stop it" a shy smile shapes on his face

"You know I'm right, don't avoid it. Is not bad to admit it"

"I know, but you're wrong"

"Do we have to ask the others about this? Really?"

"Oh no, that's not necessary, thanks"

"Then believe me when I say this: you are cute Will Byers"

"And you're the greatest Mike dumb Wheeler"

"Awe..." -then I realize.-  "HEY! Don't call me dumb!"

"Okaaay, sorry. I really like this song"

" 'Can't fight this feeling'. It's on my top 5"

"Is it?"
"Sure. I like the lyrics and it fits well on us, don't you think so?"

"M-maybe..."

"Definately yes. You have to listen to more music beyond the tapes your brother makes you"

"His music is awesome! Have you heard-"

"Should I stay or should I go? A classic that was forgotten two days after it was released. I mean it's good, but it was not that good"

"Oh really? Is my favorite song since Jonathan showed it to me. Not just because of the meaning itself. It's something more than that"

"I know the meaning. Jonathan told me"

"Did he?"

"Well... I was just there when he was talking about it"

"Okay..."

"Have you seen him again?... Your father?"

"Hell no. And I don't want to see him"

"Understandable. I wouldn't like to see my own father calling me bad things... I'm sorry you had to go over that"

"It's not your fault, actually, you were my solution to all of that" my cheeks feel warmer now

"W-was I?"

"Yes" -he now turns to his side, facing me too, establishing eye contact with me.- "When my parents had an argument, I would always go to your place and you'd invite me to sleep over. And those nights were amazing, and for a while I forgot about what was now the fact that made my mom and my father angry... Thank you"

"I would have done something else if I could"

"You couldn't. We were younger, and we didn't know how to defend ourselves..."