IM BACK... WHO CHEEREDDD?
REALLLYYYYY Long chapter so sit tight and enjoy.
Mike
We eventually do end up watching the Ghost busters movie in which I couldn't help but flaunt a smirk at a frowning Dustin sitting to my left.
In all seriousness, my unshakable attachment to that movie is probably rooted in some sorta unresolved trauma but I try my hardest to ignore that fragile fact.
At the end of the day, everyone here has trauma. I'm not special. Shit, I mean, I probably have the least amount of trauma out of the whole party. So what's there to really complain about? I'm fine. Everything's fine. I'm great. I'm fine. Perfect.
Throughout the movie, I gently graze my pinky against Will's in reassurance. In reassurance of I'm not exactly sure what.
That's the thing. Everything is just kinda confusing. Unreal. But what I do know is that whatever feelings I have are still there and whatever the two of us share is real.
What we have is real.
Whatever we have... fuck I wish everything wasn't so confusing. I mean, seriously. Kissing buddies? What in the world would possess me to come up with that?
In my own defense, what else could I have said? Boyfriends? Yeah, right.
Is that even allowed? For us to date... I mean, no it should be. It is allowed. I'm not like stupid or anything. I know guys can date guys and that girls can date girls. But this isn't just any two guys I'm talking about. This is about me and Will.
This is different.
Kissing is one thing but, dating? Dating is a whole different story. A whole different dimension. It changes everything.
Dating would confirm that... well it would confirm that I'm-
"Mike... MIKE." Dustin's voice breaks through the barrier around my thoughts.
"HUH?" I jump back slightly frazzled.
"Bro... seriously what's up with you? We've been calling your name for like a whole minute." Dustin frowns.
"Nothings up with me." I mimick Dustin's tone. "I'm fine. I'm just- I'm fine." I stumble.
I am most definitely not fine.
But then again... when have I ever been fine.
"We're gonna go do some shooting practice now." Will gently interrupts.
It's gonna take a while for me to get used to that.. shooting practice.
"Oh.... Uhhh cool." I smile back at him: unable to stop myself from being drawn into the whirlwind of his enduring eyes. Each slight flutter from his lashes strike a tide-wave of emotion within in me.
God, Michael you've got it so bad.
It's honestly pretty cringey when I dwell on the hold this boy has over me but I just can't help but succumb to his beauty. His deeply masculine yet captivating beauty.
He's pretty. Yeah, he's pretty alright. A blush deluges my cheeks. He's really pretty.
Boys aren't supposed to be pretty. Boys aren't supposed to find others boys pretty. Will is a boy. I'm not supposed to find boys pretty.
This is wrong, isn't it?
This isn't normal. I'm not supposed to feel these things. I'm not supposed to kiss boys or find boys pretty.
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Alone again (byler)
FanfictionSet after season 4, Will Byers begins to slip deeper into self hatred as he is consistently taunted by vecna's illusions. Eventually, will snaps. Meanwhile, Mike and the party struggle to figure out the reason for Will's recent change in behaviour...
