My Will.

Troy and James

- Mikes pov-
Steve was dropping me off at home. As I got out of his car, still sniffling, he said:'Hey! Mike! It's going to be just fine between you two! Just... apologise. Properly!', steve said with a reasuring smile. I felt a little bit better.
I always went to Steve to cry my heart out, he's the only one that knew about my crush on Will.
'Micheal! I was worried! Where were you?', my mom asked me, and I heard a tone of acusation in her voice. I turned around on my heels and simply said 'I have homework', and I rushed upstairs.

Dear dairy, guess what? El! She's back! That stupid Son of a bitch hopper kept her from me this whole time!! I'm glad she's back, even though it means that Will... I think I just shouldn't feel this way about Will. I'm clearly meant to be with El. I guess this is it then- I have to go! Snowball :) i'm hoping that El can come, even though she probably won't be allowed... if she was there, it would absolutely make the dance for me!

I grabed the walkie talkie from my bedsidetable, and decided i'm in for another sleepless night. I set it on our private channel, and try to contact him.
'Will? It's me'

-Wills pov-
'Will, I don't think he meant that.'
I'm crying, again. My eyelids are feeling numb from all the crying.
'W-why would he say it, then?'
'Honey, why don't you read the letter? I'll make you a nice cup of tea.'

Dear Will, first off, i'm so sorry. I really am. Second of all, Will you please just pick up when I call you? I'm worried about you.
Seeing you at school breaks my heart, seeing how you ignore me.
Will, talk to me. Please.
Mike

'Will?' It was him. Trough the walkie- talkie: 'please...'
I couldn't. I couldn't hear him. Not anymore. I turned my walkie- talkie off. I couldn't hear his stupid voice anymore. I know that's the best thing for me. But I wanted to. I wanted him to talk to me and I wanted him to make it up. I just had to let him.

-Mikes pov-
The sound of Will turning off the Walkie could be heard in the whole room. 'shit', I muttered.
'Byers?'
'Will? Please?'
I tried multiple channels the whole night, and apologised on multiple channels. Nothing, not even a hint that he was there, or had read my letter. I think back to my letter...
'I'm so sorry' , jesus, couldn't I have thought of anything better than that?I started overthinking things, and ended up feeling my eyes prickle. It was 5 a.m., and I allowed myself to go to sleep. A sleep full of Will. Hating me, hugging me, slapping my face.

- will's pov -
'Max, I can't stand it anymore.' I started at Mike. Mike sitting there, all alone. Not touching his food he looks up, and locks his eyes into mine. I stare right in the big brown eyes I can't seem to forget. I love him even more after this- seeing how much he cares. I see the big brown eyes fill up with tears. He breaks the eyecontact, and runs off.
'Right, that's it. I'm going after him'
'Will!'
but I don't listen. I run of to the bathroom, ready to give him a hug...
He's not there.
I walk into the av-club, no Mike.
The bleachers? No Mike.
It feels like something's wrong.
The footballpitch? Could he?
I walk over there, my heart beating in my throat.
I saw a guy walking on the pitch.
'Mike?'
It was not Mike.