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Oh my God.
Time slowed down for Mike.
Will has powers.
Normally Mike would've thought this was some scene from some lame-o movie, like the ones his mom watched. Will’s hair blew in the wind and he looked perfect. He didn't care about his wounded shoulder, the pain felt almost distant.
He was mesmerized. Completely and utterly mesmerized. Lights flashed around him but the only thing he could think of, the only thing he could see was Will, wiping blood off his nose after using his powers to kill the Demogorgons.
He suddenly saw Will get dizzy. Mike didn't even realize moving, not until he felt his arms wrap around Will’s body to help him stand.
“Will! Are you okay?!" he almost screamed in concern.
“What just…?” Will sounded confused, like he just woke up from passing out.
“You- Shit, Will you have powers! You- you killed the Demogorgons!” Mike said, sounding like he couldn't believe it himself.
Why couldn't he take that fucking mesmerized tone out of his voice? He was so mad at himself. He wasn't ten anymore, he needed to get a grip.
He removed the hand that was on Will’s back, not necessary to hold him up anyway, like Will was a burning coal. Mike helped Will to sit down, so that he didn't need to touch him.
“How are you feeling?" Mike asked.
“I'm fine Mike-"
“Cut the bullshit, you almost passed out!" Mike yelled. He sounded so concerned, too concerned. But Will was his best friend, of course it made sense for him to be so concerned, no?
Please, stop thinking like this, please. Just let me be his friend.
“... I feel dizzy. Vision’s blurred."
In his dizzy state, with unfocused eyes, Will looked at Mike, a soft look Mike hadn't seen in a long time. Will parted his lips slightly, so slightly Mike was convinced he was hallucinating it. Regardless, Mike did the same, though a little more, then caught himself and said: “We need to get out of here."
Before Will could say anything, they heard a voice. “Will!!" Joyce Byers screamed, running (more like trying to run, she was limping a little) towards them. “What happened?! Are you okay?! And the Demogorgons? Vecna?”
Will was clearly still dizzy, and clearly the loud noise of Joyce's voice and the barrage of questions were taking him a bit longer to process.
“Vecna left. And the Demogorgons… Will killed them.” Mike answered for Will. "With his powers."
Fuck, that mesmerized tone again. And in front of Will's mom?! Humiliating!
Joyce was clearly shocked but understood Will's state and decided that it would be better to ask questions later. “We need to get somewhere safe. Find a way out of the Upside Down." she said.
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Luckily, they did all find a way out of the Upside Down. They had been looking for a way to get past the wall for a couple of days now without any progress. Mike was in his bed, late at night, sleeping on his side, the one without the wound, and thinking. He hated staying up late. Staying up late meant thinking about everything bad in your life, about everything you messed up, everything… everything you desired.
No! Stop!
He was so mad. He couldn't stop thinking about something that happened the previous day. Will told everyone about his powers. Everyone acted shocked obviously, everyone still surely is. No one acted mesmerized like Mike, which made him feel an even deeper shame for himself. But the drop that spilled the vase had been how Robin reacted.
”You got powers like Eleven? That's so cool, Byers! You're like Superman now!” she had said. And Mike? Mike had felt jealous of Robin! For talking to Will, making him laugh, seemingly so close to him! What was wrong with Mike?!
But after all he used ‘Superman’ as a nickname for El. Did Robin like Will?
Had Will noticed his jealousy?
Mike felt like an asshole. Now more than ever. He knew he was an asshole. How could he not?! He used El. He tried to be better, to fix himself, he did, he swears he did! He tried to like girls his entire life. El had been a desperate attempt, and he used her. How could he trap a girl that grew up in a lab in a relationship like that?!
Stupid. Awful. Asshole.
No, please, no. He couldn't lose his best friend right after he decently fixed their relationship Mike himself had destroyed.
Mike couldn't breathe at the thought. He couldn't even stand the thought of Will anymore. The mere thought of Will Byers made him shiver. He felt dirt on his skin, he felt the need to draw blood to replace the skin touched by Will. To punish himself for these feelings. Dirty, shameful feelings. He craved Will’s touch, his warmth. The way Will never looked at him with anger or disdain. But he would if he knew. Vecna’s words had gotten to him.
Some minds don't belong in this world. He knew. God, Mike knew it better than anyone else.
He should've tried a little harder to fix himself. Or kept pushing Will away like he did in California. Will had tried so hard to fix his and El’s relationship… Mike wondered what Will thought about their breakup.
Because yes, Mike and El broke up. Around a year and a half prior. El had approached the subject. It was different from the time she just said “I dump your ass." El… El had even apologized. She had apologized for ‘using’ Mike to feel more normal. Mike said he got it. He got it so well. Too well. He had reassured El, saying he wasn't mad in any way, and actually apologized too, for doing the same thing, even if Mike hadn't specified in what way, and for dragging El in that relationship when she was young and just gotten out of the lab. They were on good terms. Mike loved El. Just… not in the way he should've.
He was tossing and turning, the bed felt like thorns. Maybe he should beg El for another chance. Try to fix himself again-
A whisper.
“Mike…?”
Shit!
It was Will, woken up by Mike's tossing and turning. Things had been the same as the past eighteen months, with Mike sleeping in the basement with the Byers siblings. The only change had been that Joyce now slept in Mike's parents' room instead of Mike's room as it was currently still destroyed by the Demogorgon that took Holly.
He hated it. Will was so, so close, Mike could feel the warmth of the other boy. Mike craved to feel that warmth fully, maybe home alone, laughing at their inexperience…
No, no, stop!
“Go back to sleep, Will.” Mike whispered back, a bit panicked.
"Mike, what's wrong?" Will insisted.
“Nothing’s wrong, go back to sleep.” he snapped, still whispering to not wake Jonathan up. God, waking up Jonathan would be the worst possible scenario: Jonathan would know Mike was tossing and turning because he suffered his feelings for Will. Jonathan would know and he'd be disgusted too. He'd been looking at Mike weird since the car ride back to Hawkins, maybe he already knew.
Will went quiet and still. No no no no no now Will was hurt, his face barely visible in the moonlight.
"... Sorry, Will, I… it's just my wound. Kinda hurts. I'm just being an asshole for no reason.” It wasn't right for Will to suffer for Mike's sins.
“Should I take a look?" Will asked hesitantly.
Truth was, with all the tossing and turning Mike's wound really did start to sting. And this would be an opportunity to feel Will's warm hands…
Pervert. Disgusting pervert.
“... Yes, please.”
The two boys went up into the bathroom to turn on the lights without waking anyone up. Mike walked extra carefully, not wanting the floor to creak and wake up Joyce. At least there wasn't Hopper in the house since he was in his own cabin with El. Hopper would kill him if he found out Mike was not only going after his other kid after dating El, but trying to ‘infect’ him too.
In the bathroom, Will had Mike sit on the edge of the bathtub and grabbed antiseptic and bandages from the cabinet in case he needed them. Will put the medical equipment on the sink and moved his hands towards Mike, then froze and just… looked at him.
“What?" Mike asked.
“Shirt has to come off if you want me to help. If… if you're fine with it. I mean unless you want to do it alone of course.” Will sounded flustered.
Mike wanted to die. Worst of all? He wanted it. In any way he could get. He knew he was disgusting. He truly knew. But he had tried everything to fix things. He wasn't brave enough for this. He also wasn't strong enough to hold back. Mike took off his shirt.
“Yeah, the wound opened up again…” Will commented, referring to the now bloodstained bandage on Mike's shoulder.
“Keep your voice down!" Mike pleaded. Will wasn't even using normal volume, he was still speaking softly! He felt his cheeks warm in shame. “I don't… want to wake up anyone,” he added.
Will nodded in agreement. Mike hated this. He was behaving like this was something very wrong and not getting patched up by his best friend. He was the one making everything weird.
Again.
Will started to remove the bandage carefully. He was so gentle. Mike had to stop himself from leaning into the touch. The boy's hands were just as warm as Mike dreamed. Will cleaned and disinfected the wound, his touch soothing to Mike's troubled state of mind. At some point while Will worked, Mike dared to look at him.
Beautiful. Gentle. Kind. Amazing. Awful Will Byers.
“Tell me if I hurt you," Will whispered.
"I will. You worry too much.”
Mike could stare at Will all day. He was completely and utterly mesmerized by Will Byers. His hands were so warm on Mike's skin… he loved it. Mike's traitorous eyes trailed Will's face, his focused eyes, the curve of his nose… and finally, his lips. The way he was sticking out his tongue in concentration. It was so cute. Mike smiled without thinking.
Will noticed. And smiled back.
He has been getting more confident lately. Mike was happy about it. Now, Will had the guts to stand up for himself to Troy and the other assholes, he didn't look so scared anymore, he looked generally happier.
“There, all clean," Will finally said. "Now the bandages.”
Will didn't take long bandaging up Mike again. And in even less they were back to bed.
“Try not to move too much," Will whispered.
“I will."
Mike listened to Will settle again under the covers and eventually how his breath changed, signaling how the boy had fallen back asleep.
And now that the adrenaline of Will's touch had worn off, Mike felt completely ashamed of himself. He shouldn't have enjoyed it so much. He really shouldn't have. Who cares that Will Byers helped him with a wound, that Will Byers’s hands are warm and kind, that Will Byers smiled back at him? Mike shouldn't have cared! He tried to take deep breaths and eventually sleep caught up to him.
The morning after he got woken up by Jonathan and Will moving around and getting dressed. They were basically both fully dressed already. Jonathan noticed him.
“Morning, Mike,” he said while buttoning up his shirt.
“Morning," Mike said back. His voice was full of sleep and a bit shaky: Mike was terrified Jonathan knew how abnormal he was. He had been for years now.
"Oh, Mike, good morning. How's your wound?” Will asked.
“Doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you," Mike was starting to hate how soft his voice got with Will.
Jonathan… Jonathan seemed almost relieved. Relieved about what? Maybe that Mike wasn't an asshole towards Will anymore like he had been that time in Lenora.
As the three boys went upstairs for breakfast, Mike prayed he could act like he didn't hope his shoulder wasn't fine so that Will could bandage him up again.
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Honestly, he thought he was doing a pretty good job at behaving normally. But then: “Want to check out if there's something interesting on TV?” Will had asked.
“Yeah, sure,” Mike had naively responded.
And so, they found themselves on the sofa, sharing a blanket like they used to do when they were younger, and Mike had no idea if to feel terrified or ecstatic. They were so close. He tried to focus on browsing the channels until he landed on one running ‘Ghostbusters’. They didn't need to speak to agree on it. They rarely had to speak to understand each other lately.
The first half of the movie passed in a blur for Mike. He could only focus on the warmth going off in waves from Will's body, the bump of the elbow here and there, Will's voice in his ear as the other boy commented saying the same things he always said. Mike knew them by heart by now, so much it made him smile. He kept his hands neatly in his lap; he didn't dare risk reaching out for Will's hand.
The irreversible happened a bit before halfway through: Will fell asleep.
Don't do it, Mike told himself. But he felt a pull, a need to keep Will close and safe. He looked around. Hopper was outside smoking, Nancy and Joyce were doing the dishes and Jonathan was talking to Nancy near the sink.
No one is gonna see you, that wicked voice whispered in his ear. The voice that pushed him to speak softer when talking to Will, the voice that pushed him to linger his hand on Will's shoulder, the voice that pushed him to smile and talk to Will like that.
Mike hesitated before pretending to stretch to justify the movement and resting his arm around Will’s shoulders.
He gulped. God, what was he even doing?
Will was warm, it made him smile to himself. He pulled the other boy a bit closer, so that Will's head rested on Mike's shoulder. Will actually seemed to shift against him to find a better position but also stay as close as possible…
Mike fixed the blanket to better cover Will and frankly to also hide his arm a bit.
“Boys, we're starting to wash up and go to bed,” Joyce suddenly said. "I know that tomorrow's a Saturday but we have work to do, so don't stay up too late, okay?”
Mike flinched, both in fear he had been busted and in how loud Joyce's voice was; she spoke at normal volume, Mike was just scared it would wake Will up. “Don't worry Mrs. Byers, we'll get to it as soon as the movie ends,” he said, turning to Joyce and luckily managing to hold his voice steady.
He saw it. Jonathan was shooting a glare at him. The kind of glare of someone who knew. The kind of glare of someone that was trying to blow him up with their mind. The kind of glare that said ‘hurt him and I'll end your life’. Mike gulped.
One at a time, everyone started to get to the bathroom and went to bed, Jonathan as the last one. When the movie ended, Mike turned off the TV. He should've woke Will up… but when was he ever gonna have this chance again? So, Mike decided to be selfish again. In the end, that's what he was: a disgusting, selfish pervert. He got up to turn off the lights, both to let Will sleep and to allow them privacy and cover in case someone decided to come to the kitchen to get water or something. From the light switch, even in the now dark room, he looked at Will. When he was a small child, he never had any problems with physical contact with Will. Growing up, though, he felt like the other became a burning coal, or maybe a clean crystal surface, one that a single finger print could stain for everyone to see. He didn't want to stain Will. Still, maybe possessed, surely starved of the other’s touch, he made his way to the couch to wrap his arm around Will, this time pulling him close to his chest, as if to keep him safe. Eventually, the boy dozed off as well.
Mike woke up in the middle of the night, feeling Will flinch and sit up.
“Will? Are you okay?!” Mike asked in a whispered panic. “Is it my fault? I'm so sorry, Will-" Mike felt so ashamed of the possibility it was his fault Will woke up flinching and panicking.
Will ignored Mike's words. “Mike- Mike, you're alright, right…?”
“What? Yes, I'm alright… but what about you?”
Will hesitated before saying: “I just had another nightmare."
“About… about me not being alright?" Mike stuttered. “Wanna talk about it?"
A light flickered just barely, like a night light. Mike flinched hard and stood up, about to wake everyone up and warn that Vecna was close. Will pulled him back down. “It's okay! It was me," he said, wiping the slight blood that came out of his nose. Right, Will had been learning from Eleven how to control his powers and had just recently learned how to do the light flickering. "I don't like the dark, remember?”
"Of course I remember," Mike said softly. He couldn't help himself speaking softer when talking to Will. "Sorry, I freaked out," he added, flustered.
"In… in my nightmare, you… Vecna got you. And I… I could only watch.” Will's voice broke at the end.
“Hey hey hey, look at me, eyes on me,” Mike said, accidentally grabbing Will's hand. Will looked at their jointed hands before looking back at Mike's face. He was so beautiful in this faint, warm light. “I’m fine, okay? You don't need to worry about me, you never have to. I'll… I'll make sure you never have to worry about me.”
Will had started to tear up. Mike immediately cupped his face and wiped his tear away with his thumb without thinking. He realized after a good moment but now he couldn't pull away, could he? It'd make it even weirder or worse, it'd make Will overthink. He knew how Will was. "No no no, Will, please, it's gonna be fine-”
The truth was that Mike knew they had no way of knowing that. They could die tomorrow for all they knew.
“I'm sorry, I just… I feel like I'm going crazy.” Will tried to play it off with a chuckle but it was clearly forced and awkward. "All this stuff, me having powers now, the wall and how we can't get through it..”
“Hey,” Mike interrupted. "Crazy together, remember? I'm not letting you go crazy alone. Never alone." Mike's own cheeks warmed up. He couldn't believe this was happening. He felt so stupid. His thumb mapped Will's side of the face, feeling from his cheekbone to his jawline and looking in awe, wiping stray tears every once in a while.
“Crazy together." Will finally responded, leaning into Mike's touch.
An hesitant whisper suddenly left Will’s lips. “Mike?"
Hearing his own name out of Will's mouth in such a soft tone made his heart clench. He shouldn't feel this way at all, he hated it. “Yes, Will?" Mike realized how the situation looked. One hand holding Will's and the other cupping his face. Will's mouth parted and everything went silent. I want to kiss him. Will didn't say anything else.
“Come here,” Mike said after a while, pulling his hands away from Will to open his arms invitingly. Mike was going for a hug, at least in his mind, but the other boy felt so nice against him that they eventually ended up in the same position they had fallen asleep into, just more intentionally now: Will against Mike's side and Mike's arm around Will's shoulders.
“Thank you," Will whispered.
“No problem," Mike responded. A lie. This was a huge problem.
Mike felt absolutely disgusting. A disgusting, disgusting pervert. Will was scared, hurt, and all Mike thought about was how nice it felt to hold him close, how right everything felt with Will. He was definitely going insane. What the fuck was that, Mike?!
“Comfortable? Warm enough?" Mike asked, in that soft voice again. He hated himself. Will nodded. Mike fixed the blankets on Will's back. "Should we go back in the basement?” Mike asked hesitantly. "What if Jonathan notices?”
Will was basically half asleep when he mumbled: "Don't care… he's not gonna say anything anyway”
Mike didn't believe that at all. Maybe to Will. Mike was definitely in trouble. But he let Will rest. Maybe Will just wanted the warmth of another person and positive physical touch, he always enjoyed it when he was a small child after all. Maybe Mike was just seeing something rotten where it wasn't there.
Everything about this was just so… sweet, innocent: Will snuggling closer like he used to do as a child, Mike holding him in his arms, both of them sleepy, the way Will moved his head to press his ear to Mike's heart… which was going faster now too. Great. In the faint light, he could've sworn Will was smiling. Nevertheless, he felt his face on fire. Mike found a more comfortable position to straight up lay down, still keeping Will close to his heart.
Mike should hate this. He should. He was terrified of it. But even fear melted with the innocent warmth of Will Byers. It was a sin, Mike knew. But he also knew it was the gentlest of them all. Maybe he was just a fool or so deep in his bullshit that he couldn't see what was right and what wrong anymore. But how could Will be wrong? He was probably the rightest thing in Mike's life! Mike was the crooked one.
How pathetic he was. He was more scared of his best friend, of his feelings than of the monsters he faced. He rubbed his eyes with his hands.
Next thing he knew, it was morning and the sun was filtering from the blinds. Will was still sleeping comfortably against his chest, with his arms now around Mike's waist. Mike bit his lip. Oh, to wake up like this every morning. He'd get up and make Will breakfast, in their own house, far from everyone else’s judging eyes. They'd kiss good morning and talk about absolutely nothing.
He wished Will was a woman. That way, he could live this fantasy without anybody’s disapproval.
He should get up, or at least detangle from Will; they couldn't have anyone see them like that. He gently moved Will's arms away from his waist and got up, intending to make coffee. He still remembered how Will liked it: black coffee with some milk and half a teaspoon of sugar. When he was done, he shook Will's shoulder gently. It broke his heart to wake the boy up, but he needed to make it seem like they simply woke up before anyone else.
“Hi, Mike," Will said when he opened his eyes. His voice was full of sleep, a bit rough, and so adorable. Mike loved it.
“Hi, Will. I made you coffee," Mike said with a smile, sitting down next to Will.
“With just half..?"
“With just half a teaspoon of sugar, yeah. I know how you take your coffee by now."
Will smiled to himself, then sat up to grab the coffee mug. When he tasted the drink, made just how he liked it, he hummed in satisfaction. “Thanks Mike. For… Last night as well.”
"Again, no problem, Will."
There was a bit of comfortable silence in which Will tasted his coffee and Mike looked at him, his chin propped up by his palm.
“You know I trust you to tell me the truth over anyone else, right?" Will suddenly asked.
Mike's heart stopped. Will knew. Will was demanding confirmation. Maybe he'd ask Mike to stay away from him. To stop staining him. To-
"Was I scary?" Will asked instead. “When I… used my powers to kill the Demogorgons."
“What? No! How could you think that! You're- You're literally a sorcerer now!" Mike was astonished. He'd worried for hours if Will had seen how mesmerized he had been looking at him and Will thought he was scary?
"Mike, I'm connected to the hive mind! I… I'm probably a danger-”
"Will, you literally saved us!”
"What if it's part of Vecna’s plan-?”
“You're the furthest thing from scary, okay? You're…" Beautiful. “... Cool!" Mike's face burned.
"... I wasn't cool before?” Will asked. His face seemed relaxed, like he did believe Mike.
"Of course you were! I mean…" Mike didn't want Will to think he only found him cool with his powers. Even if he felt so awkward. "You've always been cool! You're my best friend, you've been for ten years, of course you're cool! You have so many talents and- and I wouldn't show my stories to just anyone, so you gotta be the coolest! And yeah, I'm sorry if I made you feel like you weren't but-" he was totally rambling.
And Will was smiling. Like… like he was holding in a laugh.
Oh. Mike's face burned. "You were joking.”
"I was joking," Will confirmed. “But… thanks"
Mike was so awkward. He was so stupid. Will was totally gonna tell Dustin and Lucas about this. Or Robin. And then what? What if Lucas and Dustin didn't want to be friends with him anymore because he was like this?
Will noticed his panic. But instead of drawing attention to it like Mike hated, he asked: “Let's toast some bread or something?"
“.. Yeah”
They had breakfast and eventually everyone else woke up. The morning was spent trying to understand how to get past the wall. Then, over lunch, Joyce said: "We need tapes of everyone's favourite songs at hand at all times.”
It was logical. Music saved Max after all, if they hadn't used her as bait she'd be perfectly fine. And so they made a list of songs.
“I can bring this to the station, ask Robin and Steve to get these for us." Will said.
“Alone?" Joyce asked.
“I'll go with him." Mike said. It wasn't weird, he repeated himself. He was just going with his best friend.
After Will argued a bit with Joyce about this just being a short trip, they put on their coats and shoes and walked out.
“Do you… know Robin well?” Mike asked. He felt like an idiot. The line between casual stupidity and social suicide was very thin already and he was pushing the boundaries around way too much. But he had assumed Will had a crush on Robin. And she was just too old for him! And not Will’s type at all! Right? He definitely wasn't jealous.
"You could say that,” Will said, to Mike's heartbreak. "We… get each other, you know?”
"That's… cool!" Oh, he sounded like an asshole! He sounded like he was upset that Will had someone who understood him. “I mean, she's… nice and all.” Nailed it.
Will looked more confused than anything. “Yeah, she is.”
"I mean, yeah, she gets you so i guess she's cool. If she wasn't, she wouldn't get you, right?”
"... Right.” Will hesitated.
Will clearly wanted to call Mike out on his weird behaviour, but he stayed silent. They got to the Squawk. Both Steve and Robin noticed them. Robin stopped in her sentence.
“.. You know what, I think Rockin’ Robin's gonna take a break to recharge,” she said. "Meanwhile, enjoy this." She changed cassette and ‘Rockin’ Robin’ by Michael Jackson started playing. Mike usually found this kinda funny, but he wasn't really in the mood for chuckles, strangely enough.
Robin turned off her microphone so that they could have their conversation. They all greeted each other like usual, even if Mike's greeting towards Robin was a bit stretched. Mike didn't like how happy Will seemed to see Robin specifically. Which was absurd. Mike was happy Will had other friends. He just…seemed to have a problem with Robin.
"We were wondering if you could give us cassettes for these songs. For Vecna.” Will said, handing the list.
"Yeah, we totally can,” Robin said. “By tomorrow morning we'll have everything."
"Great! See you tomorrow morning then!” Will said.
Mike and Will started to go for the exit to let Robin and Steve take a proper break and work.
“Oh, Will?" Robin started.
Mike turned around before Will. Robin made a face, like a knowing smile.
"... You know what, it's nothing,” she added.
There was a clear teasing undertone in her voice. Did she know? Oh, he was screwed. But he couldn't say anything without giving himself away, so he kept silent.
Mike knew he acted off for the rest of the day. He couldn't help it. He felt incredibly annoyed by the growing closeness between Will and Robin. He couldn't explain it to himself and he couldn't talk to anyone about it, so he tried to suck it in. It was a strange feeling. Like a hand, wrapping long, cold fingers around his heart and clenching, leaving him feeling just as cold and empty as well.
On Monday, at school, during lunch at their table (claimed before everyone else got in the cafeteria, not even Lucas and Dustin were there yet), he said: “you know she's too old for you, right?"
Will, who was eating a sandwich, stopped in his tracks and looked at him, genuinely the most confused Mike had ever seen him. It was kinda cute. "What?”
"I said, she’s too old for you."
“Mike, who are we talking about?"
"I'm talking about Robin. She's too old for you! And yeah she's nice, she's pretty and whatever but-”
Will seemed amused. ”You think I'm into her.”
"Don't bullshit me, you clearly are!"
“Mike, it's not like that trust me. We're just friends.”
“You're always laughing to the side together, talking about stuff only you two get-”
Will leaned closer to whisper: "Are you jealous of Robin?”
Mike was glad Will had the decency to whisper. His face warmed up a bit. "No! What for, anyway?”
"You're acting weird."
Before Mike could defend himself, Lucas and Dustin made it to the table with food trays in hand and Mike had to swallow his words.
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Mike did his best to act normal for the rest of the day and, after dropping off his backpack at home, he went for a walk alone.
Frankly, yes. He was jealous of Robin. This sick, cold feeling shouldn't belong to him. He should be immune to this. Hell, he should try to set Will up with a girl, not feel sick every time one talked to him (which happened way too often for his liking)!
Disgusting. Now you're a jealous, possessive creep too.
He hated this. He hated himself.
His feet brought him around the cinema. He heard some giggling when people walked past him, but he assumed it was normal ‘cause he was a nerd. It happened often after all.
He saw it spray painted in red, dripping, huge letters, written on the cinema, just like it happened to Nancy those years ago, was the sentence: MIKE WHEELER IS A FAG