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Mike wakes up the next day to his loud-ass alarm. He forgot that Max had changed it to that annoying 'Time to wake up! Time to wake up!' sound that she found on one of those ringtone apps. This is what he gets for being late to one Party gathering, apparently.
He opens his eyes and sees that it's still dark outside, the only light in the room coming from the alarm that has popped up on Mike's phone. The phone is way too bright, and it's way too early to be waking up. Unfortunately though, his mom prefers to get ready for the holiday at the crack of fucking dawn– and Mike would rather wake up to an alarm than his mother.
Next to him, Will groans. "Can you please turn that off?" He asks, voice like honey, even in the early hours of the morning.
Careful not to wake him, Mike turns and grabs his phone from the nightstand, clicking the STOP button on the alarm so that it finally turns off.
"It's too early to get up," Will complains, rolling over and looking out the window.
"It's Thanksgiving and my mom wants us up early." Mike reminds him, pressing a soft kiss to his head.
"Okay, well, I'm thankful for you, my mom, Jonathan, and the Party. There, holiday done," Will says, laying his head on Mike's chest and shutting his eyes.
Mike laughs. He lets Will lay down for a few more minutes, then wiggles out of his grasp to get out of bed.
He walks over to his dresser and picks out the nicest clothes he can find for him and Will. In the bed, Will has finally started to wake up more, blinking his eyes open and stretching.
"I'm gonna turn the light on," Mike warns him before actually doing so.
As the bright ceiling light fills the room, Will hides his face behind the blanket. After a moment, his eyes adjust slightly and he pulls it away, squinting at Mike as he looks at the clothes in his hands.
There's a knock on the door. "Are you boys up yet?" Mike's mom asks.
"Yeah, Mom, we're about to get dressed." Mike responds sleepily.
Karen hums in response, then the sound of footsteps going downstairs can be heard.
Will crawls out of bed and walks over to Mike, kissing his cheek before taking a shirt and dress pants out of his hands.
The two turn away from eachother as they change. Once they're dressed, Mike looks at himself in the mirror and suddenly realizes that the shirt collar does nothing to hide the hickey that Will gave him last night.
"Shit," Mike mumbles. "Mom's gonna beat my ass."
Thankfully, Mike makes it through most of the day without his mom noticing the purple bruise on his neck. It's not until Thanksgiving dinner with his family that it's brought up.
"Michael," His Nana starts, pointing at him with her napkin. "Is that a hickey on your neck?"
Mike swallows his bite of turkey nervously. "I– um... yes." He responds, sheepishly.
Will, sat next to him, places a hand on his knee to calm him.
Mike's aunt May laughs. "You got yourself a girlfriend, then?"
Mike's quickly reminded that he never came out to most of his family. Just the Party, his parents, and his sisters.
He stumbles over his words. "Oh, uh, no... Not exactly."
His father laughs at this. Uncle Aaron nods and raises his eyebrows smugly. "So you're just messing around with the girls, then? I see you, boy, I see you."
Mike's jaw drops. He would never be one of those guys, even if he wasn't gay. "I– no, not that, either." He says, then bites his lip nervously.
"Oh," One of his other aunts says. "I know what it is."
"What is it?" Nana asks.
"Yesterday, as I was scrolling the interweb, I came across Mike doing one of those live videos where he plays a computer game and talks to his fans." His aunt explains, "And Will was with him, and the fans dared them to kiss."
Everyone at the table gasps, except for the ones who already know about Mike and Will dating.
"And they did it! Then, they just kept going and going, and then the live video ended."
Nana gasps again, then turns to Mike. "Michael, you're..."
"Gay?" He supplies, preparing for an argument. "Yeah! And I've been dating Will for two years now, so he can give me a hickey if he very well wants to." He says this as if he's trying to make a point that being gay is okay, and that his family needs to get with the times.
He doesn't expect to hear everyone at the table clapping. Rounds of "I'm so happy for you guys!" And "You guys are so perfect together!" come from everyone's mouths.
He expected at least one person to be homophobic, but they all seem genuinely happy.
"You better marry him, Mike." Aunt May tells him, "Clearly you love him."
Mike eyes fill with tears, and he nods. "Yeah. I do love him. And I will. I'll marry him."
He turns to Will, who is already smiling at him, then leans in for a quick kiss. Everyone cheers.
"No, he's Will." His dad jokes. "Sorry, couldn't help myself."