Bruised Boy Byers - Byler

9

"Are you sure?" Ted urged doubtfully. Will nodded and looked back at his shoes. Ted took a deep breath.

"Ok kid. Just tell me if you need or want anything, ok?" Ted said, getting up from his knee. He wasn't convinced that Will was ok, but there was nothing he could do to make Cas talk.

"Ready?" Mike asked suddenly, his head peeking into the house from the front door. Will nodded and got up, giving Ted a small wave before walking out the door. Dave gave a head wave back, watching Will closely. He couldn't help but notice the way his shoulders hunched self-consciously like he was trying to make himself smaller, almost like a rabbit, his footing quick and anxious.

"Yeah, let's go," Will sighed, holding the straps of his so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The boys slid out the door, Mike sliding into the driver's seat.

"Hey, if you don't wanna go to school today It's okay, I mean, after all that went down I-" Mike started before Will cut him off.

"No, I wanna go. I rather be with you anyway," Will said, shrugging slightly and watching Mike's face flush pink.

"Oh, yeah, cool," Mike said flustered, backing up the van out of the driveway. "Cool..." He repeated to himself, a grin cracking onto his face.

They drove in pretty much silence, Will occasionally looking in the rear view mirror at his bruised eye, though it was a bit better, but It still looked bad.

"Mike, what do I say if a teacher asks about it?" Will asked nervously, his hands shaking in his lap. Mike looked over at him, his eyebrows scrunched up as he was thinking. "I already used all the good excuses."
"Well, I-I," Mike started, stopping to think. "Hit with a football? Tripped or fell?" Mike suggested, though what he really wanted to suggest that Will tell the truth and get help.

"I already used those," Will explained, his nervousness multiplying. Mike gave a deep breath, parking the van in the student parking lot of the school.

"Will, I know you don't wanna hear this, but you gotta tell the truth." Mike said, looking over at Will, who was flushing red.

"N-no I can't, Mike! I'll get sent off to Maine or something a-and-"

"Will, please calm down," Mike interrupted, reaching over and taking Will's hand into his own. "No one will ship you off, and you will not be sent to Maine," Mike continued, stern but soft at the same time. He rubbed the top of Will's hand, ignoring the butterflies exploding in his stomach. "I-I...ok. But not today, please," Will sighed, looking down at where Mike's and his hands connected.

"Ok, just please tell them soon. I'll always be there to support you," Mike said, smiling softly.

"T-thank you."

Me? Updating?