𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 ✦ 𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫

douze

chapter twelve - the obstacle

a/n: there is a lot in this chapter and u guys are probs finna hate me sksk

jealousy plagued eleven. hate plagued her, as a disease. now she made it her uttermost duty to keep will away from her beloved meant to be. oh, how she was pulling off the "damsel in distress" act so very well. mike would want to save her, she knew that.

mike ascended from the stairs, took a shower, and lay on his bed, eyes wide open as he stared up at the ceiling. at times, he felt as if he were that ceiling. mindless, bland, completely blank.

but not now, no.

all he could think of was the words that tumbled out of eleven. the things she said of will. he couldn't even focus on school at that point. it was so surreal. mike felt as if he'd known will forever, with just a few quick glances and little talks and superficial sighs. no, by just looking at the boy. the prettiest boy he'd ever seen.

only, that boy wasn't as pretty inside, no, it was only surface level.

at least, that was what eleven was feeding him.

what if she was the one that was surface level?

no, el wouldn't lie either.

mike closed his eyes, squeezed them tight shut, massaged his temples vigorously. moonlight glittered in the dim room, and he drifted off to sleep.

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"i'm gonna go to bed," will said yawning. he glanced at his sleeping brother, and then looked over at the girl to the left of him. "what'd you say your name was again?"

"nancy," she replied. her big blue eyes smiled at him. "i should probably get home, anyways. jonathan looks pretty knocked out though, i don't wanna wake him. could you tell him i went home and i'll see him tomorrow?"

"yeah," said will, "hey, how are you guys together already, didn't you two just meet? i-if you don't mind me asking, that is," he said nervously, biting his nails. he didn't like minding other people's businesses, and he felt like a nuisance for asking.

she laughed and ruffled will's hair. "oh, quiet, you and mike are basically married." will blushed at her comment, and she stood up, lightly kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, and walked to the door.

"but, to answer your question," she said, before opening it, "we just had this... connection. similar to you and my asshole brother." nancy smiled, her dimples sparkled. then disappeared into the night.