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Well, that's just great!
Barely a minute in Hawkins and Will had headphones slammed onto his head because he is seen as another one of the victims.
In all honesty, Will thought it was quite stupid. They already established that Vecna needed 4 victims— which he already had. Plus it would take several days for him to be cursed because the connection needed to be strong enough to have his mind in Vecna's control!
Sure, it is better to be safe than sorry but he was being smothered because he was seen as fragile against Vecna. It sucked being babied, it felt like the year 1984 all over again!
Will sighed heavily as he practically threw himself on the couch of the Wheeler’s basement. His headphones were blastng music to the point where he was surprised his eardrums hadn't burst yet.
They didn't have any of his mix-tapes as they had left it in California, so the music in question isn't what he'd call his favorite but it was catchy. It was also Mike’s tape mix so he didn’t mind.
He just sat on the couch with a tired expression, bouncing his leg to the rhythm. Everyone was pacing around in the room trying to figure out a new plan now that he and the others are back.
Max seemed more stressed because she thought that if Vecna took Will then it’s all over, which, first of all, wow, she made it sound like he was incapable of surviving. Second of all, this wasn’t his first time escaping Vecna, probably.
He did survive the Upside Down for a week, which proves something! Maybe it's not entirely the same, but god dammit he wants to help too!
He doesn't want to be coddled by worried adults or friends of his. He wants to beat the fuck out of Vecna for making them all suffer for so long! So, yeah, excuse his moodiness but right now he hated how much they cared for him when Max was obviously on death's door!
She merely dodged the bullet back in the graveyard, from what he heard, and yet the attention was on him because they thought he was going to get cursed!
They should be worried about Max because she is cursed!
Will grumbled to himself, crossing his arms over his chest. He watched his friends all frantically walk around the room and to eachother with pieces of paper.
They had told him to stay out of the planning part because they didn't want to scare him which almost made him laugh.
He wasn't fragile. He could take the news, plus he would have to eventually know the plan wouldn't he?
It just frustrated him but he just sat down and watched. There wasn't much he could do with how they all hovered over him, anyway.
He sighed and sunk into the couch. The music switched to the next song, it had a nice beat to it, snapping Will out of his thoughts and he started humming along.
Trying to let himself relax. The couch dipped next to him and he turned his attention to the newcomer.
He was met with big brown eyes staring at him with a tilted head.
“Hey.” Mike smiled at him, softly.
Will purses his lips, ignoring the flips and tricks his heart does when he hears the voice through the loud music. Seems like Mike’s voice is just enough for him, why would he need the music?
He almost rolled his eyes at the thought, but he didn’t, instead he was captivated by Mike, who squinted and tilted his head further to the side.
It was honestly so cute that Will had to fight the urge to pinch the freckled cheeks. He wished he could capture the look and save it later for him to paint.
Mike’s lips started to move. “Smiths?” He had said but this time Will couldn’t hear, he was distracted by the way Mike’s eyes held curiosity and recognition.
Will nods, not sure what he nodded to but it was worth it when Mike perks up. “I love The Smiths!” He grins.
Will still did not hear a single word. The music loud in his ears and heart pounding from the pretty smile on his best friend's face. Then it hit him, he should take off the headphones to hear properly! God, he’s so stupid when it comes to those smiles. It's embarrassing!!
“Sorry?” Will breathed. Not once had he looked away not even when he took his headphones off, letting it fall against his shoulder blades.
He took in the other boy's features, engrossed with every single detail. Mike looked at him with fond eyes, he should not look at Will that way because it made him feel like putty.
“I said I love The Smiths," he repeats, a little more loudly, grin still intact.
Will furrowed his brow. Who? The Smiths? Are they people from Hawkins High School? Mike’s new friends? He was confused about what he was talking about.
And if a double-decker bus
Mike saw his confusion and gestured to the headphones around his neck. Oh. Oh! The Smiths! As in the band, Will wanted to face palm. Of course he meant the band. God, Will pull yourself together!
“You have—” Will sputters for a moment. “You’ve got good taste in music!”
Sure, he doesn’t exactly favor The Smiths, he was more of The Cure or The Clash, but he doesn’t mind! They've got good songs. Or well, to tell the truth, he doesn’t mind because it was in Mike’s tape.
He also doesn't mind because Mike beams at him, no, literally, he beams and Will finds it so adorable he wishes his brain can take a photo.
Crashes into us
“You like The Smiths?” Mike asks, leaning forward with eyes filled with excitement.
It was the excitement Will always saw whenever he said he liked the same thing Mike did, it was very cute.
Will leans back to not get too close, who knows how long he can keep this up without becoming a full tomato?
Well..not that long apparently.
Will chuckles, nervously. It’s not like they were a bad group, it just wasn’t exactly Will’s favorite pace of songs. He loves fast and loud music, it's why he turned the volume all the way up.
The Smiths were more slow paced and they felt longer than 3 minutes— don’t get him wrong, Will doesn’t mind it, but he wasn’t ready to judge whether or not he likes them when he barely heard 2 songs from them!
However, he is ready to go far and beyond just for this boy, and if it meant to say whatever just to see him smile, then Will would go for it.
“Yeah.” He ends up responding with, still watching every move Mike makes.
Will sees him grin with his lips pulled upwards and eyes scrunched up before turning away.
Will feels his heart clench in his chest. He wants that image to be craved into his brain so he could make a painting with the perfect details.
Especially with how pretty he was, looking off to the distance whilst drumming his fingers onto his black jeans, a light blush on his pale cheeks. Where is his camera?!
To die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die~
“To die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die.” Mike sang softly at the same time with the music in his headphones.
He was bopping his head side to side, raven curls bouncing with every move. His voice was gentle and sort of raspy as he tried to whisper the song just for Will to hear.
Will stared at him, astonished.
Did Mike just sing to him? To Will? Will Byers? He wanted to scream and kick the air because Mike fucking Wheeler just sang to him, and it was the most cheesiest line ever.
He is such a mess, Will can practically feel his stomach burst into millions of butterflies.
“I love them.” Mike giggled, turning to him briefly, before turning back.
He giggled.
Mike Wheeler giggled in front of Will Byers.
Was he trying to kill him?! Will turned to the side to hide the crimson blush that formed on his face.
Mike continued to hum to the song, swaying in his spot, oblivious to how he made Will internally explode.
Will felt like he fell in love with Mike for the first time all over again. Maybe he does like The Smiths, or maybe he just loves this song in particular now.
What was it called? Decker bus? It was The Smiths and the song liked talking about getting hit by a truck. He needed Jonathan to add it into his new mix-tape, please.