<𝕓𝕪𝕝𝕖𝕣> 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 / 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

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"Yup. You have a fever sweetie."

Will sighed as Joyce pulled the thermometer out of his mouth. She gave him an empathetic smile and brushed the hair away from his forehead. "I'll call in sick today." She said. "No mom you can't, we need the money. I'll be fine." Will smiled as he held his moms hand.

"I don't know if I'm ok with leaving you here alone. I won't get back until midnight and Jonathan is out of town.." Joyce frowned. Will gave her a smile and squeezed her hand. "Mom I promise I'll be ok, if something happens I'll call you or hopper." Will reassured her. Joyce sighed. "Ok ok.. you twisted my arm." Joyce chuckled as she kissed Will's forehead.

Will smiled as she pulled away. "Make sure to eat lunch and dinner." Joyce smiled. Will nodded and she soon left the room. Will rubbed his eyes as he turned his body. He was freezing, well of course he was it was winter time... but he hates the cold. He hugged his body trying to get as warm as possible. He then heard his mom talking, probably on the phone.

She was probably calling Jonathan to tell him of Will's condition. He then heard the door close and he was now sat in silence. A wave of fear washed over him. He hasn't really been alone since the incident that started all of his trauma. All of his bad dreams and ptsd. He bit his lip. He couldn't go back to sleep with the anxiety that was building up inside him.

He decided to read a comic book that Dustin had leant him. Dustin always buys the latest comics and lets Will borrow them since he can't really afford them. As he read, the anxiety that had built up was fading. Until he heard knocking on the door.

"Will! It's me!"

Will's fear went to confusion.

Mike? What's he doing here?

"I know you're in there! Please let me in it's freezing!" Mike yelled from outside the door. Will quickly got up, making his way to the door as quick as he could. He unlocked the door and opened it.

Mike put on a goofy smile when he saw Will. "Hey!" He said, walking in and rubbing his hands together. He sighed in relief when he felt that the heater was working. "Mike. You can't be here I'm sick." Will said as he locked the door, shivering as he felt the cold air.

"I know, your mom called my house and asked if I can come and look after you." Mike smiled as he dropped his backpack on the coffee table, taking off his puffer coat and throwing it into the floor.

"Mike you don't have to, I can take care of myself." Will said as he sat on the couch. Mike waved his hand. "I know I know, but think of this as hanging out, except I can do stuff for you so you relax and focus on getting better."

Will smiled. "That's nice of you. Thanks." Will said. "Yeah of course, so.." Mike started, digging through his backpack and pulling out some of his sweaters. "I know how you like oversized clothes, and these are the ones you like to borrow at my house." Mike smiled as he threw one to Will.

Will blushed. He didn't like them cause they were oversized, he liked them cause they were Mike's clothes. They just smell like him and it feels like he's hugging him when he wears them. "Y-yeah, thanks." Will said, putting it on with a smile.

It smelt like Mike.

Even though he switched to the same laundry soaps that Mike used, he can never get the smell. But whenever he wore Mikes clothes, they were Mike.

"I also made your favorite soup, butternut squash!" Mike smiled as he pulled out a large thermo bottle. "I didn't know how much you wanted so I made a lot." Mike said, looking at Will.

"Are you hungry?" Mike asked. Will smiled and nodded. "Yeah a little bit. I can't believe you remembered my favorite." Will blushed. "Of course I did, you're my best friend! I'll go get you a bowl and spoon." Mike smiled and turned, going to the kitchen.

Will was lucky to have Mike there for him. He made everything seem so much easier. He made it known that Will would never be alone, that he's always there for him. Well at least that was until El had come along.

Mike and El dated for a while, and while they dated it was torture for Will. He always ended up third wheeling or having to listen to El complain about Mike, or vise versa. After a while they agreed to break it off, considering they were better as friends, and of course Mike came crawling back to Will.

But he didn't mind.

Will liked Mike.

A lot.

"Ok I'm back. Here you go." Mike smiled as he handed the empty bowl with a spoon in it to Will. Will held it as Mike turned and grabbed the thermo, opening it up and pouring some of the hot creamy soup into the bowl.

When Mike pulled back the thermo he looked into it. "Wow, there's a shitload left of you want more. I guess I made too much." Mike smiled as he closed it, putting it down on the table. "You're not having any?" Will asked. He didn't like eating alone.

Mike dug through his bag before pulling out a brown paper bag. "I brought a sandwich for me, I don't like butternut squash. I also have some chips and crackers if you want to eat something solid with the soup." Mike smiled as he pulled his sandwich out, putting it in the table.

"Do you need anything else?" Mike asked. Will smiled as he slurped a spoonful of the soup, then looked at Mike. "Um.. do you wanna watch TV?" Will asked, pointing to the TV.

Mike had pulled the TV in front of the coffee table, turning it on and switching it to some cartoons. Mike then grabbed some blankets and sat next to Will, throwing them over the two.

They ate, laughing along with the tv. Will had two bowls of soup and there was still some left in the thermo, but he was full. He felt his eyes getting heavy.

"Will? Are you ok?"