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𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢.

.𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

.𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫

the doorbell of the wheeler's sung throughout the house as mike hastily walked (read: ran and almost tripped. twice.) down the stairs and towards their front door, where none other than william byers stood.

honestly, mike wheeler could've (and has before mind you) fainted when he seen his childhood best friend. he was almost as tall as mike while his jawline can cut fingers. (a/n — i love the comments i get on this sentence, they make my day haha)

will gave mike a blinding smile and a small wave while mike repeated the gesture, a small glow of red forming on his ears. "you gonna let me in? or are you going to continue checking me out?"

mike choked and gave will a glare, his ears flaunting an even brighter red. "as if." will chuckled, his whole dominant demeanor replaced with one of familiarity. mike moved out of the way soundlessly as will walked in, and like muscle memory, headed towards the basement of the wheeler residence, with mike following.

the basement is the same as ever, the dingy, worn down striped sofa never left it's place as it has rightfully claimed so; will's old D&D drawings strung up above the sofa proudly.

("you kept them?"

"well duh. you made them and i keep anything you make.")

with the old box shaped tv in the corner of the room as posters lined wooden walls. el's pillow and blanket fort never lost its form as mike didn't have the guts to actually take it down (read: too many memories, mostly painful, but finding el made up for that). 

then there was the table. its legs were a little bent and the flat surface that held so much importance to the original members of the party lost its color. the chairs were stacked on one another and placed in another corner along with said table.

"so... what's first?" will asked.

mike shrugged, "whatever's up to you, since you know, you're staying the night."

will smiled and went to pick up a couple of retro's (the ghostbusters, goonies, and ferris bueller's day off) "movie?"

"i don't see why not." will grinned and place the goonies into the VCR. "geez mike, it's honestly amazing that your parents still have this."

mike grabbed the blankets out from the small closet and shut it with his foot. "honestly, that old thing is older than nancy." will chortled at that last comment.

mike and will sat in front of the sofa as the goonies droned on, almost like an annoying buzz, since, neither of the boys are actually watching the movie. first, there's mike. the teen is currently freaking out on what to do.

i mean yeah, he's my best friend and sure we went on one date and now everything feels awkward. maybe i'm overthinking? no. i can't be... unless?

mike side eyes will and when will turns to look at mike, the black-haired teen looks away quickly, already feeling his face becoming a nice shade of soft pink.

he caught me staring at him oh my god, oh my fuck. might as well start digging my own grave right?

then there was will, who also was having inner turmoil.

how would he react if i held his hand? would he jerk away and kick me out? or would he just accept it? he's been awful quiet lately. usually he would just nitpick and criticize whatever's on but he's not. did that date make things awkward between us?

will clenched his fist, next time i see steve i swear to god-

"uhh will?"

will turned his head (almost gave himself whiplash, but no one needs to know that) and gave a small smile towards mike, "yes mike?"

"can i... uhh... okay i know this is going to sound weird and gross but can i... maybe... holdyourhand?"

will chuckled, "you didn't have to ask you dingus." mike smiled and could practically feel his blush come back just as it died down as he went to grab will's hand.

soft... will's hand is soft.

mike and will both had a small smile etched into their faces then turned their attention towards the movie once again. but mike didn't (or rather, couldn't). will's profile glowed in the brightness of the tv, making him look like an angel.

he is an angel.

beats of silenced followed that statement.

oh man... being in love with your bestfriend is so hard.