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“Mike? Mike!”
Suddenly shaken from his thoughts, he whispers a small, “hm?” locking eyes with the most beautiful hazel eyes he’s ever seen. Eyes belonging to Will Byers. Truth is, Mike has been thinking for a bit—no—a long time. He can’t put his finger on what it is. Well, he can, but he’s too scared to say it—even to himself. God, he’s hopeless. Those beautiful eyes will be his doom. Why can’t he just admit it?
”Mike, Lucas was talking to you,” a small smirk dusts Will’s face as his eyes flick back and forth between Mike’s eyes and lips. This action causes Mike to return the small smirk before turning to face Lucas, who is sitting crisscrossed on the floor.
”Sorry, what were you saying?” Mike tilts his head to the side.
He shifts, sitting deeper into the couch, resting his arm on the back. Bold move, Mike. How so? The boy he’s been crushing on is right next to him.
“You two look cozy,” Lucas smirks, suspiciously eyeing the Mike and Will. Max happens to be cuddled up next to Lucas—obviously, that’s her boyfriend. If only Mike could do that with Will— No! What are you thinking, Mike? Speaking of which, Mike snaps his head towards Lucas.
“Shut up, Lucas. I’m just getting comfortable,” Mike squints his eyes at Lucas, challenging him to say something more. Lucas just laughs in return while the party gets back to chatting. Will lets out a soft chuckle at the joke Lucas made, which causes Mike to just stare into Will’s eyes like a creep. Will notices this and smiles at Mike.
“Yes, Mike?” He looks back into the boy’s eyes, drawing a small hint of blush onto Mike’s cheeks.
“Nothing…uhm…you look nice,” he says awkwardly.
Will blushes a light pink before looking away and whispering a small, “Thanks.”