!!! - byler [DISCONTINUED]

the walk home!

"alrighty then, lead the way." the dark haired boy said, fidgeting with the wallet chains that hung loosely from the hens of his jeans. will simply nodded, walking ahead of him. the same thought came running through his mind, he seems so familiar. apart from that, he was genuinely grateful to have someone walk him home, he would've probably had a mental breakdown alone if he were left alone to walk home in the dark. there was a long pause of silence until will decided to speak up. "so.. i'm.. will," he said, fidgeting with the sleeves of his blue sweatshirt.

"cool beans. i'm mike." that's when something clicked in will's mind. mike! he was the boy who sat in the back of his math class.

will decided not to mention what he just figured out. he just continued to walk, too awkward to continue the conversation. although, mike wasn't as awkward and wanted to keep the conversation going. "so, what music are you into?" the question stunned will, surprised that someone actually seemed to be interested in his interests. "well.. i mostly listen to queen.. and i really like this singer- cavetown.." he said shyly.

mike, who was usually awfully rude, smiled at the smaller boy's words.
-"i guess queen's good. though, i've never heard of cavetown."
-"then what do you listen to?"
-"the 1975. matthew healy is sooo"
will cut him off.
-"that's edgy."

mike let out a small laugh, shaking his head. will smiled, "they're not too bad i guess, robbers is a pretty good song... and sincerity is scary is also good.." he said. the curly haired boy rolled his eyes, "obviously."
at this point, they were now walking side by side. michael secretly adored the height difference. will was like the size of a toddler compared to him. "what's your favorite song by queen?" will asked, looking up at mike curiously. he thought for a moment before responding, "radio ga ga." the shorter of the two's face lit up. "that's my favorite too!" he practically squealed. "good to know we have some things in common," mike replied, with a smile tugging at the ends of his lips.

will began to take a turn down another street, still followed by the lanky boy. "you live down this street?" mike questioned. "yeah.. the house over.. here." he pointed at a two story house, painted a pretty shade of yellow. right outside of it, there was a beautiful flower garden along with a painted white bench next to the garden.

they both approached the house. "..thanks for accompanying me.." will said softly and sincerity. mike clicked his tongue, "do you have a pen?" he asked, completely out of the blue. "yeah..," the smaller boy whispered as he took of his bag and dug through it, grabbing a black ballpoint pen and handing it to mike. he put his bag back on his shoulders as he watched the other boy click the pen. "lemme see you hand," he said, a smile pulling at his lips. will laced his eyebrows together, confused. "w-why?"

"just let me see your hand," mike smirked. will nervously bit his inner bottom lip and extended his hand out. to his surprise, the boy gently grabbed a hold of his wrist and scribbled out a ten digit number onto it, along with the initials "m. w." and a "call me? :)" written underneath it. will felt the grip loosen and completely let go. stunned, he looked at his hand. "wh.." he glanced upwards and the other was gone. he was already on his skateboard and halfway down the street, smoothly riding past the other rows of houses.

will couldn't help but to smile, before turning back to his house and walking inside. he was greeted by his parents- then he explained why he was late. the understood- it wasn't the first time he came home past curfew because he was reading at the library.

he went upstairs and into his bedroom, potted plants on his dresser and lights hanging from the ceiling. along with a bunch of pictures of him and his best friend, max mayfield, hung up neatly on the walls. but, none of these were wills favorite part of his cozy bedroom. it was his reading corner. the corner of his room with a beanbag chair and a large bookshelf filled with wills favorite selection of books.

he sighed and threw his bag onto his bed, practically dancing over to his beanbag chair. he plopped down on it and stared at the number on his hand. what was he going to do?

[A/N: Hi! it's lexi uwu
this chapter was not proofread, feel free to point out any mistakes heh.. does anyone like the story so far? i'd love to hear feedback <3]