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Hawkins High | Fri 11:54 AM
Mike Wheeler

It was around lunch time now, and Mike was making his way down the hall. Towards his and Will's favorite spot. His pace slowed when he saw Max walking in the opposite direction towards him, catching her gaze. A matching grin appearing on their faces.

"You coming to group tomorrow?" He asked.

"Only if you do, Wheeler."

They passed each other, but continued to talk with their necks twisted around. "Aww! Well aren't you just the sweetest!"

She flips him off while turning her back to him and he giggles to himself, happy to have rekindled this friendship. It's a bit of a relief to talk to someone other than Will all the time, especially since he's been so different after everything that happened. Sometimes really affectionate, sometimes moody. He can go from being an angel to Satan himself in a matter of minutes, and Mike wasn't sure which Will he'd get every time they spoke.

He wish he'd tell him what he did wrong so he could fix it because the constant mood swings were killing him. He just wanted Will to be honest and stop holding back how he feels. Secretly wishing he could see what was going on inside his head.

Outside on the bleachers, there his boyfriend was. Peering out across the field with his hands in his pockets. Whispering to himself like always.

Mike semi-stole this place from Troy who he used to see come out here a lot when the picture was going around. Even watching intently enough to see that Isaiah would go out there with him, making Troy visibly bothered but somehow winning him over in the process, which Mike still had bitter feelings about. How is it that Isaiah gets to expose him and put him in danger and Troy gets to take his leg but they end up happily ever after? Why would Troy even like someone like that could hurt him so badly?

And then Mike remembered essentially picking Troy over Will so many times and Will still taking him back. What a fucking idiot he had to be to want that guy. Troy couldn't compare to Will in any shape or form, looks and personality wise. And yet he was stupid enough to put his lips on his twice. It almost makes him gag to think about it.

"How are you my love?" Mike gushed, sitting down next to the boy and wrapping an arm around him, kissing the side of his forehead as he continued to stare. When he doesn't kiss back or even react, that's when Mike gets an idea of what Will he was getting today. Or at least he think he does until Will says:

"That shit is so corny."

The taller boy frowned, retracting his arm from Will's torso. "I thought you liked it," he said, really meaning, 'You used to like it. When you loved me.'

"I don't." He says nonchalantly, shifting his seat. His leg over lapping the other and his cuffed jeans dragging up his ankle, revealing bright red lines. Jagged and fresh.

"Will! What the hell!"

Mike yelled, panicking at the sight and lifting Will's leg up to his lap so he could get a better look. He carefully grazed a finger over them, Will wincing and slapping his hand away harshly.

"Stop being so aggressive!"

He shot his hands away. "Sorry!"