My Will.

Not a gay person

'you don't love me, Mike. I know you don't.', El says, and I feel kind of bad.

*please don't say it, please don't let him know*

'You love him', and she points her finger at Will.

I can see that he just took a bite out of his sandwich, he blushes and swallows the rest of his bite. I can see that he's about to say something, and I must prevent it, he simply can NOT know.

'what? Noho'

wow, really convincing.

'I-I'm not a dirty faggot! I'm completely normal and I love girls! I'm not a fag!', i hear a voice say. It takes me a second to realize that it's mine. I just said that.

Oh no. Will gets up, and for a split second he locks his eyes into mine, and I see how much i've hurt him.I see all the joy drain from his beautiful eyes, and I realize I fucked up.He never came out to us, but we all knew. He starts running away, the love of my life is running away, with tears in his eyes and a broken heart because of something I told him.

I'm too numb to say anything, I feel my eyes prickling, and all i wanted to do was hug Will.

I turn around to look at the others. Luckily, I see that el dropped the journal, and she's walking off with Max, who gives me a very dirty look as she passes me. Lucas quickly follows.

'Why did you do that, Mike? I didn't know you were such an asshole. leave him alone, do you hear me?'

And without waiting for my response, Dustin takes of too.That's when I realise I have to find him. find him, tell him that i didn't mean it like that.

'Will!'

I start running towards the woods, where he always goes when he's upset. I feel my eyes prickling and I realise what I just did was disgusting. My legs have to go faster. i need to make things right.

'Will, Please! I need to talk to you!'

Now I'm sobbing, and I hear someone else sob, too. I try to find out where the sound's coming from, because I'm convinced that it's Will crying.

-Will P.O.V-

he can't find me. I bite my sleeve to prevent any sounds from coming out of my mouth. My eyes keep streaming. I slowly but surely walk away from Mike. I can't see him again. Ever.

This just can't be true. He didn't say that.

As i keep walking away from Mike, i feel that I just want to run up to him and hug him. That I want to be hugged by him, and I want him to give me little kisses on my forehead, just like he does with El.

But I can't. I don't know what that argument was, but it was something bad.I don't know what was in that notebook, but I should just forget about Mike. I realise that that's the right thing, never talk to him again. Whatever it is that I felt, it's gone.

'It's gone', I tell myself as I walk home.

'It's gone', I tell myself as I take a shower.

'It's absolutely gone', I tell myself as I eat dinner.

'It's not gone and it'll never be gone', I realise when I go to bed, and flip through the pages of my own journal, filled with sketches of his beautiful face, bad poems about the way he makes me feel. I don't know why he said that. And, god, I hope he didn't mean any of it.

____pheww. I feel so bad for Mike, I sometimes say random stuff when I have no clue what to say. Anyways, if you like my story, comment something! It would be a huge motivation for me to keep going!