Summary: A boy from Will's art class asked him on a date but Will has no clue on what to do on dates. He asked his best friend, who's deeply in love with him some advice and if he could teach him a thing or two.
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Mike had invited his best friend over for the afternoon. For no particular reason. He just wanted to see him. The watched a movie sat on the couch of the basement. Limbs tangled under the blanket.
Then they talked for at least half an hour, listening to some music on the radio. To finally finish by playing video games, sat on the couch, sides pressed together.
"Hey um, Mike?" Will stopped playing for a second.
"Yeah" Mike said not looking away from the screen.
"There's this boy in my art class, he kinda asked me out and we have a date this weekend" Will's words made Mike's throat tighten. His character dying in the video game was a great metaphor to what he was feeling right now.
"That's great" He tried his best to sound genuine even though in reality he felt a tear in his heart.
"Yeah but I'm so nervous. I've never done anything like this before, I don't know what to do... Could you maybe give me some advice?" Will asked.
Give Will some advice to date some other guy that may lead to a long lasting relationship that would constantly break Mike's heart, no way!
"Sure" He mentally slapped himself. "I mean I don't know what dating a boy is like, but I can give date advice"
Mike only dated two people, two girls. His first ever girlfriend was El, but they were quite young and didn't really know what love was and it ended up with them being more friends than anything. Then last year, he was seeing this small brunette named Ashley. Her big green eyes certainly didn't remind him of someone else.
His relationship with Ash wasn't serious, the whole Party knew about it but never judged him. The quick making out sessions in the school bathroom and lack of romantic dates, was nothing more than Mike's way to keep his mind off his best friend who he had fallen deeply in love with.
"Okay so how do I start?" Will suddenly stood up and walked a little bit away from the sofa to shake his arms and stretch his legs.
"Well," Mike followed him and stood in front of him. "you can start by holding hands maybe" Mike said and Will simply nodded. He waited a couple of seconds before he grabbed Mike's hand. Then looked at him in the eyes. Mike wasn't expecting it but went along.
"Like this?" Will asked.
"More like..." He moved his hand, interlocking their fingers "...this" They both stared at their hands. Mike felt his heart sank, the way Will's small hand fit perfectly in his felt so natural.
Mike looked up and their eyes met. They stared at each other for a moment. Mike unconsciously started to rub his thumb on Will's hand, only aware of it when he felt Will reproduce the movement, which brought Mike's eyes back on their linked hands.
"Yeah just like that" Mike smiled.
"Then what?" Will asked, clueless.
"Uuuh... Try complimenting him" Mike implicitly told Will that he could try on him. Will bit his bottom lip, avoiding Mike's eyes instead looking him up and down trying to come up with something nice to say.
"I like your sweater" Will tried. The comment made Mike chuckle.
"I mean yes, that is a compliment but maybe try something more... personal." Mike clarified still holding Will's hand.
