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"MIKE!! MIKKKE!! HEEALL MEE!!" dustin needs to get better microphone. gosh.
im starving. no ones home like most days, do they even care about me? did they ever care about me? probably not. whatever. no one would care, well—no one would care whether they were home or not. if i got up and got food the party wouldnt even notice.. care or flinch. yeah, sounds good im hungry anyway. im sweaty.
"Mike? Hello?"
i heard will from the kitchen, i wipe some sweat from my head, feeling slightly bad, maybe i am cared for, i need to trust
people more, but its so fucking hard. it took him a few seconds to notice anyway.. i just heated up a stupid hot pocket, its a ritual i cant escape and im starting to wonder if i wonder if i have a twin out there, one that i can maybe find one day, and make friends with so we can change together. but i think im just going crazy, i need someone to go crazy together as soon as possible.
"imh tireh ofh theeh thinhe thaeh bureh theh roofph ofph myie moufph, buh pheye ae enouphf."
.. . -- . ..
"Im Back."
"FINALLY DUDE WHAT THE HELL"
"Mike, are you alright?"
i swear lucas wants me to go deaf,
but at least will cares—hes so nice.
"Yeah.. yeah, just- just hungry, and tired."
i dont really know why i started stuttering but wills voice is really like um calming? i dont know. he just could..
like, if he told me to be his chair, i would. honestly. hes so sweet. hes like a- like a bunny, and hes cute.. and pretty too. oh wait-
"Mike? hello?" "Hu- What?" "Can you turn your camera on?"
i turned my camera on for him, knowing how horrible i looked right now, but i did it anyway, because hes my best friend.
"Can you smell me through the screen?"
"What?"
"No"
"Hah. Uh..... umm.."
..its okay that he didnt get the joke, its not that embarrassing, but there are two other people in the call! i forgot about that. im tired, of course i forgot, they are so quiet, could they be sleeping?
"Heheh.."
shit. dustins awake. of course he is. why would he not be?
"Mike the smelly."
"Wow soo funny"
i try rolling my eyes at him but it kind of hurt but i didnt turn pink or anything.
"Whyre you so red Micheal, have a Crush?"
"WHAT? LUCAS, NO THA- YOU"
what the actual fuck. does he really think i like william byers? well i think he was referring to will..
wait it might have been dustin, okay, well i dont have a crush on either. im not a homosexual. that would literally be crazy, like what
seriously? think about it. micheal wheeler, gay. me and dustin uhh.. really close on like the couch or something... no thats weird. how about will? yeah thats better because were closer i guess. yeah. me and will uhm- in bed cuddling like really close head to head. thats not me.
come on. im straight. i mean- honestly i dont want a relationship yeah, no one, i want to be alone. i would rather be by myself.
i think.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, Dustin."
"Shit guys, my parents are yelling from the other room- i gotta go"
"Ill log off too. goodnight."
its just me and will now- i hope lucas is safe. its quiet.. and a little awkward. we were just talking about homosexuals, specifically about me and will.
"Uhh- are you"
"What?"
i dont continue, i stay quiet for a bit, we both have our camera on, sitting in our dark rooms, in our bed.
"Are you about to sleep?"
"Ummm Probably.. yeah."
"You?"
"Ummmm.."
God.. i should just be honest.. i mean, we lo- we tell each other everything. im tireeed, but i just cant fall asleep
"i dont know."
"You dont know?"
"Well—do, do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Okay."
"Is.. is there anything i can do?"
"I dont know."
"I—i mean i could come over if youd like."
"Umm..."
"No? Sorry"
"No ones home."
"Oh. Okay. I can head over right now, do you need anything?"
"Oh-h Will its 2-AM your seriously coming over?"
"Yeah, answer me, quick."
"usually you know the answer to that one, Will."
"Right."
why did i say that? i could have just told him. i always say the dumbest shit, and for what?
my head hurts. i dont know how long its been, but were not on call anymore, and i feel super sweaty. at this point im trying to stand up, and get out of my bed, but i just feel like im in one of those medical beds, i just keep sinking back into the disgusting feeling of hot, sweat. it isnt pleasant. i feel so gross. i.. i feel dizzy. i..
"im dizzzmhh..."
"what?"
oh, shit. shit, uh. uhm. my rooms sort of a mess. uhhh. uhhh. uhh
"mike? hello?"
SHIT HES WALKING TORWARDS ME FUCK
"hey, are you oka-"
"woah- will dont-"
i stop him from sitting on my bed because it is quite dirty and it needs to be washed before he touches it.
"i- um. what was that."
"um.. i need to wash it."
oh uhm he- why is he.
"your rooms a mess, mike."
"whys that? is everything okay? youve been, different. lately."
"i uh.. i dont know."
"UH- wash- we should wash the wash the we should wash my sheets if you want to lay in my bed. um, are you staying over?"
i hope thats enough to change the topic.
"Uh- yeah wash the sheets, got it. yeah ill stay over, help you sleep."
"Ok- Uh.. sorry for uh.. the mess."
"No- its okay- im fine with it im just a little concerned thats all.. its- its never been this bad."
what? i love him so much, he cares so much for me.
will took the sheets from me before i could even put them in the wash, so im just waiting in my dirty ass room. wait. fuck i just realized hes looking at my dirty ass sheets. thats embarrassing.