My notebook (Byler)

26.

  ****Will's POV***

My heart flipped like a pancake, over and over again. Repeating the scene wasn't the brightest idea yet I couldn't push it away. I turned all night, eyes closed yet not able to sleep.
  "How could Mike think he'd get away like this? What would it solve? Nothing really. I just want to go home, cuddle in a ball, forget everything."
I gripped the blanket and opened my eyes. I stared at the two torn up pieces of paper. It was only three pieces, barely readable but the handwriting was fairly obvious. It's my notebook. Torn up and thrown away as if it didn't mean a thing...
  I shut my eyes tight and wished for everything to be a dream. I stupid, nonsense dream.

****Mike's POV***

  "Fuck" I hissed. I shoved the chair under my doorknob and closed my curtains. I got the pieces of paper together and taped each ones that belonged together. It was harder than I thought but I pushed myself. Sitting there on the wooden floor, I realized three pieces were missing.
  "Fucking shit" I mumbled as I searched to no avail. I had to just go with it and put everything together, try to form the notebook again.
                     12:13 a.m
  I bit my lip with my hands on the chair.
"Should I stay or should I go? Did I really have a choice?"
  I took the chair away and ran downstairs as quiet as i could, keeping the little money I had, clutched in my hand. I left through the back door and ran down the street.
  "Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me" I thought
I grabbed the walkie from my coat pocket and dialed for dustin.
  "Hear me out." I begged. "I'm not the best person, no one is and I really want to make it up to Will and all of you for being so shitty. I mean it this time just please hear me out. Please" I ran out of breath by the time I reached Dustin's house. I panted and held my knees, gulping and keeping an eye out for night stalkers or weirdos.
  "Dustin...dustin please" I begged. I looked up at the door but there was no light or movement in the house. Everyone was mad at me, that's an obvious. Nancy couldn't even look at me let alone talk to me even during dinner time but I hoped dustin would understand.
  "Dustin please.." I said again in the walkie. Giving it a minute for him to respond, I gave up and ran to the market, hoping Will's mom wasn't working. I ran in and looked around, no sign of her. Just some old guy with a stern look and a frown upon his wrinkly face. I grabbed a notebook and a pen with water and sparkles in it and purchased it.
  "Thank you for purchasing our items" he said monotony. I faked a smile, nodded and left with my items.
  "Where are you?" The walkie sounded. I smiled brightly and fetched it quickly
  "Dustin! Oh am I happy to hear you! I'm at the market. Listen, I'm really sorry-"
  "Mike. " He sighed. "You really fucked up."
  "I.. yeah" I stopped where I was, really fucking scary where i was may I mention but I stopped. "And there no reason for it, I'm stupid. I know that now I'm sorry for how I've been towards all of you. I don't want to lose any of you. Even Max! I love that angry ginger!" I laughed as some tears slipped out. I sniffled and tried to keep from sobbing.
  "We'll talk more in a little just come over now, alright? Too late for any of us to be out" he said. I nodded even though he couldnt see me.
"Yeah" I sniffled again and jogged over.

(A/N: Hi fellow reader's! I hope everybody is safe and sound, all is good wherever you are! I decided to redo chapter 26 since I felt like it was rushed and not the best so I decided to change a few things here and there. I will update as soon as I have time, I do have a new book out, byler of course. Thank you so much for all the comments, likes and reads. I am thankful for all of you and I hope you have a nice morning/night! Until next time!)