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Mike sat on the edge of his bed, the sun rays glistening against his freckles. It was about ten in the morning, and he was thinking about Will. He was basically always thinking about Will at this point. Him and El had broken up weeks prior to this, but he was scared that Will would judge him, so he hadn’t told him yet. His relationship with El felt mostly platonic to both of them, and ending it was a mutual decision. Growing up, Mike’s parents weren't exactly a prime example of a healthy couple, so he didn’t know what dating someone was supposed to feel like. Kissing her was okay, but he felt his cheeks get even warmer every time Will brushed his arm. Of course he’s noticed that Will is a cute boy. Hasn’t everyone? Mike melted at the thought of his soft voice and hazel eyes, but everyone thought about their friends that way, right? Who wouldn't notice how cute Will is? He is objectively so kissable. What does all of this mean? Mike has no clue. Why was he thinking about this? He literally just woke up.
Yep, he’s overthinking this. Mike got up from his bed, shirtless, and threw on a baggy old band shirt. After brushing his teeth, he walked downstairs and poured some Captain Crunch and milk into a bowl, chewing it slowly. He thought about the way Will’s face lit up when he smiled. He thought about the sun hitting his lips the last time they were together. They looked so warm, so soft. He felt like he was losing his mind. Even though they had just hung out two days ago, the long summer days made it feel like forever. Maybe if he was with him, he would stop obsessively thinking about him. He was definitely wrong, but it was worth a shot. He threw his bowl in the sink and decided to bike to Will’s house. “Mom, I'm going to Will’s! I’ll be back before dinner!” He shouted, hoping she would hear it from the backyard where she was currently tanning. He quickly hopped onto his bike, still in his pajama pants. On the ride there, he felt the cool summer breeze hit his unbrushed curls.
After a few minutes, he threw his bike onto his best friend’s lawn and ran up the steps to open the door. He knew they kept it unlocked, and they were past the point of Mike knocking. “Oh hi Mike!” Joyce exclaimed while grabbing her keys. She wore a blouse and jeans with freshly curled hair. “Good morning, Mrs Wheeler!” “How many times do I have to tell you that you can call me Joyce?” She laughed. “Sorry, Mrs- I mean Joyce.” “Anyways, Will is on a quick bike ride! I told him the weather was so nice that it would be a crime if he didn’t go outside. You can go up to his room while you wait. I’m just about to leave for work.” “Cool, thanks!” Mike smiled and waved as he scurried up the stairs to Will’s room. He looked around to see tons of art supplies, paintings and drawings. Will’s bed was unmade, the comforter fluffy and the blankets scrunched up.
He started walking towards the bed but he saw a small box under it, barely peaking out. It was wooden, and it was labeled “drawings” in black paint. Mike’s curiosity got the best of him, and he slowly pulled it out. He unlocked the latch and opened the box to see what looked like a stack of sketches. The first one was a boy. He sat at a school desk, the sun shining in from the windows. It was their school. His eyes were glossy chocolate brown, and he had freckles that sparkled against his face. These features were complimented by dark, black curls. He recognized this face. It was Mike. He had always been a bit of an insecure boy. When changing, he didn't like to look in the mirror because of his somewhat lanky build. His face was alright, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed when he saw boys that were much better looking than him. But this drawing… It was gorgeous. He was gorgeous. Will had managed to make him look so radiant. He was practically glowing, he looked like an angel. His insecurities instantly washed away. Taking a closer look, he realized that this was not the entire drawing. The paper had been folded in half. He carefully unfolded it, revealing another boy in the desk next to him. It was Will. He looked different, he looked like he was pining for something. In contrast to the glowing boy next to him, it looked like he was sinking. He folded the paper back up and set it aside to take out the next drawing.
It was a sketch of Will and Mike in their ghostbusters costumes from a few years back. Mike was holding his shoulders, again, looking absolutely perfect. Will was looking up at Mike like when he saw his face, all of his worries left his body. There was text above both of them that read, “crazy together, right?” He was so interested in the boy's drawings that he didn’t even feel the tears dripping down his face. He didn’t even hear Will’s bike crash down next to his own on the lawn. He didn’t even hear when Will opened the front door and yelled “Mike! Are you here?” He only had one thing on his mind. He loves Will. He is so mindlessly in love with Will and he has been for years. This was why he felt so platonic with El. This was why he had never really had a crush on a girl. This was why he couldn't stop thinking about his best friend. Will ran up the stairs, not expecting to see his best friend sitting on the floor next to a box so important to him. He stopped when he got to the doorway. Mike clearly didn’t realize Will was even home. Once he heard Will utter a faint “Mike?” He snapped his head up and dropped the drawing. “Will, these are amazing. Why have you never showed me?” He wiped the tears off of his cheeks. “That’s how I see you. I just felt weird cause I know you and El are together.” “Me and El broke up.” “Oh.”
Will took a few steps forward to sit on the ground in front of Mike. “Iminlovewithyou.” Mike said all in one breath. “What?” “I’m sorry, oh god Will I’m so sorry. I just- I wanted you to know. Feel free to hate me. I know it's bad. I know I’m not supposed-” He was cut off by the feeling of warm, soft lips against his. Will was everywhere. His hands in Mike’s hair, his legs straddling Mike’s, his chest pushed up against him. Mike loved it. Will broke the kiss to say a quick “I love you too. So so much.” It was true, he had loved him ever since he saw him on that swing in kindergarten. “Bed. Now.” Mike said as they both quickly sprung up and rolled onto the bed. Will straddled him and started kissing his neck. He looked down at Mike’s shirt like he wanted more. He wanted to see more of him, but he was too scared to ask. “Take it off, fuck, Will.” Mike lifted his arms for easy access as the brown haired boy stripped him of his shirt. Will felt his face turn red and he searched for somewhere to look. He landed on the painting above them. It was an unrecognizable face covered in freckles. “Will, look at me.” He said, his breath warm. He turned his face back to Mike, taking in the view. “That’s you, you know.” Will said, gesturing towards the painting above them. “I love your freckles.” He gained a sudden confidence and started kissing down Mike’s chest, making sure to kiss every single freckle on the way. The boy below him grabbed his cheeks and pulled him up, bringing him in for another kiss. This time, it was slow, like they were making up for lost time. Mike bit at his lip and he groaned, opening his mouth more so that he could slide his tongue in. After a few minutes, Mike broke the kiss. “Can I see some more of the drawings you made of me?” “Of course!” Will replied, rolling off of him to grab the box and bring it onto the bed. His brown hair fell into his eyes, and Mike had the urge to pull him into a hug. This time, he didn’t have to think twice. He sat up and grabbed him, stuffing his head into Will’s shoulder while wrapping his arms around him. “What’s this for?” He hugged him back. “Nothing, I just love you.” Will smiled.