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Will smiled hearing the rocks clang against his window.
He knew who it was of course, it was Mike—his… boyfriend(? He was still trying to figure that out). Will had a crush on him for the past several years of his life, and it was yesterday, February 13th, that he finally gained enough courage to tell him about it. It was a risky move of course, plenty of people in his class were outwardly homophobic and the AIDS crisis was still a huge problem in America. But Will knew that there was something about Mike that made him want to confess. A strange sense of knowing that Mike also had feelings.
And now, Mike Wheeler was Will Byers’ boyfriend (he thought).
Will rushed to his window, leaning over his desk to get a better look at the world outside his room. It was Mike, standing in the same nonchalant way, his bangs swooped in front of his eyes and a big goofy grin on his face. God, I love him . Will tugged on the opening latch of the windowsill, trying to keep his laughter quiet.
“Mike!” He whispered loudly. “What are you doing here? It’s ten o’clock.”
Though Will knew that he would most definitely get in trouble if his mom found out he was having friends sneak in late at night, he still returned a smile to Mike. He’s adorable .
“What, you mean I have to walk home now? Alone on Valentine’s Day?”
Valentine’s Day . Will had totally forgotten. Being alone all these years, pining after Mike, Will had slowly learned to shut out Valentine’s Day from his consciousness. “Okay Romeo, climb up.”
Mike was clumsy as per usual, almost completely knocking over his desk trying to get through the window. Will was always the more agile and stronger one, but it was cute to see Mike do whatever he could for Will.
“I brought you flowers, but um, they got kinda lost when I was riding my bike here, so…”
Will playfully punched Mike’s arm. “You are such a dumbass sometimes.”
“A cute dumbass?”
Will walked back over to his desk, rearranging all of the objects that Mike had pushed over or shoved off the desk completely. As Mike rebutted his remark, Will turned around. “I didn’t say it.”
Tugging at Will’s sleeve, Mike leaned forward on the desk, watching Will clean up. “Wow? Flirting already, Byers?”
Blushing, he looked away. “Shut up, Mike.”
“What? I mean, I can go if you want—”
“No!”
Mike met his gaze.
“Shut up and kiss me already.”
By the time the clock rolled to eleven PM Will was starting to worry. It was getting late, Mike didn’t show any signs of wanting to leave, and honestly, Will didn’t want him to leave. Breaking away from their kiss, Will put a hand on Mike’s chest.
“It’s getting late, Mike.”
“So I’ll just sleep over then?”
Will admired Mike’s energy. His carefree appearance, the fact that he was confident in himself. Will smiled, knowing that being around Mike made him feel that way, too. “Not even going to take me to dinner first?”
He smiled before leaning in to kiss Will’s cheek. “Nope.”
Rolling his eyes, Will couldn’t let Mike go. “Okay, fine. But just for tonight. And you're out first thing tomorrow. Okay?”
“Okay,” Mike frowned. “Hey, but, first sleepover with my boyfriend, so that’s cool.”
Boyfriend . Will couldn’t help but kiss Mike again after hearing the words escape his mouth. He felt his stomach turn and his heart skip a beat as he kept on processing what Mike had just said. “Boyfriend,” he said while only inches away from his lips. “You are my boyfriend.”
Soon the lights turned off, and Will was trying to control himself while falling asleep. He was laying right next to Mike, his fucking crush turned boyfriend, sleeping next to him. He had never felt happier in his life. Will was almost too excited to go to bed. He never wanted this moment to end.
Mike, half asleep, moved his arm towards Will. He tugged on his shirt, begging for Will to move closer to him. He wrapped his arm around Will and put his head on his shoulder. “Goodnight.”
Will smiled. “Goodnight.”