Magic between us || Fillie

Sparks Fly

Mike was standing in his kitchen, leaning against the sink, his gaze to the floor, shoulders slumped. He was holding his glass of water, absentmindedly bringing it to his lips every now and then.

He didn't sleep at all after going to check up on El, little after 3 in the morning. He had set his alarm around the time she had said she normally woke up, so he would go and see if she needed him in any way. He wanted to be there for her now that they weren't miles away from each other anymore.

He was prepared for her to be awake at that time, he was expecting that, but what he was definitely not expecting was to hear her yell out some other guy's name; that really caught him off-guard. He wanted to go inside and talk to her, like he originally planned, but he couldn't. His fear and anguish were eating him up from inside.

He spent the rest of the morning racking his brain, trying to remember if he had ever heard her or anyone else he knew, for that matter, mention anyone named Peter. The only answer he could come up with for that, was a resounding no.

He couldn't turn his mind off the whole time, tossing and turning in his bed, while that name rang through his head over and over. He eventually gave up on trying to sleep and got ready for the day and went to the kitchen.

Mike's thoughts of El and how he could ask her about what he had heard, were interrupted when Will walked in, mumbling a quick, sleepy 'Morning'. He sat down next to the counter, dropping his head into his hands, showing that he didn't have the best night of sleep either.

'Not a very good morning, is it?', asked Mike, sounding just as miserable as he was feeling.

Will grunted, 'Nope', then after lifting his head he added, 'What's wrong with you?'

'No, um...nothing's wrong', Mike muttered, stumbling over his words, not knowing exactly what to say. Too many things were going through his head, tiring him out.

Silence grew around them as neither of them were really in the mood to talk. After a few moments of hesitation, Mike slowly went towards the chair that was next to his friend and sat down, setting his half-empty glass on the counter-top.

'Hey, Will?', he asked quietly, unsure of whether he should be asking anything at all, and afraid of the answer his friend might give him.

Hearing the uncertainty in his voice, Will turned to his right to look at the dark-haired boy he has known since kindergarten, 'Yeah?', he asked worriedly, realizing that there was something bothering his best friend.

'Do you- Do you know anyone named...um, named Peter?', Mike whispered reluctantly.

Will shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows, 'No, I don't.'

'Does El?', Mike uttered quickly and winced slightly, regretting the question the moment it passed his lips.

'Um... no... not that I'm aware of', he answered confusedly. He was just about to ask Mike what was going on when El came into the kitchen.

Both boys turned their heads at the sounds of the footsteps, to find the teen girl looking straight at them, her eyes puffy from lack of sleep. She spread her lips into a tiny, tired smile at the sight of her two favorite boys.

She had gotten much closer to Will this past year, so she really felt like he was family, and Mike, well Mike was her everything. She has loved him from the moment she met him, even if she wasn't aware of what love was at the time.

El went up to them, standing behind them, in between the two chairs. She wrapped one of her arms around Will's shoulders and the other around Mike's. 'Good morning', she said softly, kissing both boys on their cheeks, 'What are you two talking about?'