how to mend a broken heart

sixteen

* a few months later *

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"mike's coming tomorrow will! are you excited?" joyce said sitting on the end of the boys bed.

will fiddled with his phone, itching to meet up with matteo but the boy was busy for a few more hours

"yeah" he answered dryly, "it'll be great"

joyce was probably too distracted or something to notice wills sarcastic tone so she simply nodded and got up, "i'll be home at four" she stated before kissing wills forehead and leaving the house

el was out with some friends she had met, jonathan was busy with his photography and his mom was leaving. will was completely alone, dreading seeing mike, and very, very bored.

so he did something he'd never done before. he decided to go out alone. so, he grabbed his sketchbook and his bag and winter jacket and decided to head over to the coffee shop nearby.

after a short walk he arrived, ordering his cappuccino he sat at a booth and glanced around. there were many couples at booths, cuddled up, warning up after being in the cold outside.

wills heart ached for a second of loneliness but he shook the thought out of his head as his coffee arrived. he thanked the waiter and as he began to drink it, matteo walked in.

with a girl.

they were hand in hand, probably on a date.

how had will been so stupid. this was mike. all fuckin over again.

matteo noticed will, he grinned and waved.

will gave him a pained smiled back, quickly gathering his things and rushing to leave.

he completely ignored the other boy as he walked out. ignoring how the coffee splashed on his hand, burning him.

as he walked home he quickly sent matteo a text saying that he couldn't hang today.

will would never mean the same to people, especially boys, as they meant to him. yet he let himself care, and catch feelings, over and over again only to get hurt.

tears began to run down his cheeks, burning in the cold winter air. 

stupid

stupid

stupid

he muttered under his breath over and over again, gasping for air. full on panicking at this point.

and once he arrived home, things only got worse

there, standing on the front porch, bag in hand about to knock. was mike wheeler.