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Nov 6,1987
“Nah… best friends!”
Mike said with that stupid charming grin he always did. Will really hated that term now.
“.... What?” Will questioned, because he seriously couldn't believe that Mike had just tricked him, even for a fucking millisecond that they could have been something. Will was stupid enough to think that he would maybe say something like “Friends? Nah.” Shake his head and then kiss him as if he had ever felt half the things Will has felt for Mike.
“Best friends, always, Will. I wouldn't have anyone else.” Mike said cheerfully, as if the world wasn't going to end and he had just pulled Will's last straw. Will turned to the rusted handlebars of the signal tower, white-knuckling them and trying to block out every thought of bashing Mike's fucking head in.
Will sighed, trying to at least get some of the anger out for now. He could take out the rest of it later when they have defeated Vecna- if they defeat Vecna- in his room, maybe even scream into a pillow or two. But then all of a sudden, Mike is putting a hand on his shoulder, smiling at him like a taunt and Will stopped trying to push away any hostile thoughts.
Will pushed Mike off the tower.
It didn't take much effort, they were both right by the edge and Mike was skinny, never compared much against Will's.
Maybe Mike was screaming as he went down, Will didn't care. The world continued to spin.
But Will knew there was a big chance it wouldn't any longer if he did nothing but stand still and bask in the sound of Mike's lanky body hitting the hard ground.
So he kept climbing.
THE END.