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The same day Mike had had his breakdown in maxs car, that afternoon Will was physically and socially exhausted. He had been assigned pizza delivery duty for half the day, and had spent 45 straight minutes with a price bartering woman who refused to believe that the entire cost of the pizza would not go directly into his pocket, and the company took it instead.
He returned back to Surfer boys for the last couple hours of his shift exhausted, sitting in the back folding pizza boxes with Dustin, who had been working with him for the last couple weeks.
They were bickering about some movie, Lord of the Rings, or Star Wars or something, when Will reached into his bag to grab his Water bottle, when his hand brushed folded paper. He stared at it confused for a second, before pulling it out under the table, while Dustin continued his spiel about why Star Wars was better. Will unfolded it. It was a drawing Holly must have slipped into his bag before he left the day before. It was a drawing of a unicorn with wings and 3 stick figures riding on the back, with the names above their heads, Holly, Mike and Will. Will smiled at it for a second before his thoughts were cut off.
"Dude, are you even listening?"
"What?"
"I've explained three times why Star Wars is better than Star Trek."
"Oh- yeah, right."
Will said, folding the paper up and slipping it into his bag.
Dustin looked at him skeptically.
"Why were you smiling?"
Will looked up. "What? No I wasn't."
Dustin smirked at him.
"You were thinking about Mike again weren't you! Come on, man, you've had this silly little crush, since when? 7th grade?"
Wills cheeks turned pink and he busied himself with a pizza box.
"Since 6th grade- but thats besides the point!" Will said, as Dustin laughed.
"Seriously, Will, just tell him already!! Hes stuck by your side through thick and thin, and yet, you guys have stayed friends after the WORST things!! One way or another you'll feel better afterwards"
Will rolled his eyes.
"It's not that easy Dustin! What if I tell him and it ruins our friendship!! We finally just stopped being all weird around each other, and I don't wanna blow it like I always do!"
Dustin groaned.
"Ok, I have 2 points for you to hear. One, stop giving yourself so much credit for ruining things. And Two, have you not seen the goo goo puppy dog eyes Mike has been giving you for YEARS?! Despite having a girlfriend?!"
Will fidgeted with the edge of a pizza box. "Well yeah, thats just the way his eyes ARE."
"You are so socially naïve is going to give me a brain tumor." Dustin said flatly.
Will rolled his eyes and groaned.
"Uuugh! Why is this shit so complicated!!?"
Dustin put his hands up in surrender, "I rest my case."
Will checked his watch, his shift was over. "Well, Dustin, it's been fun, but my shift is over." Will said, picking up his bag. "Have fun in the evening shift!"
Dustin groaned.
"You're a jerk."
"Yeah but im your only friend here." Will said, walking out through the back door. "Bye Dustin!"
Will was getting settled in his car when he saw Max and Mike in her car. Will raised his hands to wave hello, he saw Mike with his head in his hands.
'Oh shit...' will thought to himself, he pulled out of the parking lot, wanting to give Mike some privacy, even though he was probably just tired.
...right?
While he was driving, the song Smalltown Boy came on the radio. Will liked this song, it reminded him of he and Mike, but he didn't know why.
He reached his house, unlocked the door and stepped inside.
"Mom?" He called out.
No answer.
Will shrugged, she was probably staying at hoppers cabin tonight. But still being alone in his own house, made that night over 6 years ago, seem vivid in his memory. He walked to his room, feeling goosebumps spread across the back of his neck. He knew Vecna was dead, heck he had watched his head separate from his neck and fall to the ground. But that didn't stop him still feeling the goosebumps or "goosies" as Steve called them. Will went to his room, and started blasting his music, or at least, the one song that had saved him. "Should I stay or should I go" by the clash.
He flopped onto his bed with his drawing pad and pencil, he started to sketch absentmindedly. A small sketch of The Wilyhill.
Little did he know, in his happy moment of music, a slight smile spreading across his face at the thought of Mikes smile, Mike was standing in front of his bathroom mirror, with a bottle of pills in front of him, considering ending it.