only you. (m.w)

twelve.

"and she was there...looked like they had been doing stuff,"
y/n explained.
"yeah i saw that, too.."
will spoke with a shrug.
his voice was soft,
hurt even.
and y/n felt horrible.
she didn't mean to ruin such a sweet kid.
"guess i should've known better,"
y/n spoke at the same level as him,
shaking her head slowly
wills hand found its way to y/n's,
holding it just as she did to him days prior.
"mike is an idiot, y/n. we all know this. i mean, you especially. but what you and him have something special. do you really think mike would let jane come between you two?"
"him and eleven have something special, too. and she was his first. you can't get rid of that."
"you're telling me jane looks at mike the way you do?"
she suddenly found herself growing angry.
thanks short-temper.
"it's not about me right now, will! it's about mike! i can't be in love with someone who doesn't want to be bothered with me anymore!"
her frustration was pouring out by the second.
and as quickly as her anger came,
it faded.
she felt guilty for treating such a pure boy so horribly.
y/n finally met will's eyes and noticed how angry they were.
"i'm sorry will..it's just-i don't know. everything's blurry now. but it's not your fault."
will gave y/n's hand a soft squeeze,
and she couldn't help but smile.
"things will work out for you, y/n."
"yeah...one day."
she sighed and ran a frustrated hand through her hair then turned to him,
"love you, will."
he smiled and kissed her cheek in such a friendly manner,
she couldn't help but giggle,
"love you, too."
***
sunday evening and all y/n could do was lay still in the bed,
wondering what to do about mike.
the faint rain tapped against her window,
and she felt more at peace than she had ever before.
even in a house so chaotic.
the family below her began to simmer down,
and suddenly their yelling ceased to shake the house.
y/n knew if she were to go down there now,
though,
they would start back up.
so she laid still,
for hours it seemed.
until she heard her mother's room door slam shut.
it was her cue.
y/n climbed out from the room,
and left the house with no regrets for doing so.
she was headed to mikes,
much to her surprise.
but what for?
what could y/n say?
thoughts, insults, and questions rattled her brain as she walked all the way there.
and as she looked at the house,
there nancy's light laid still on.
and so was mike's.
her feet splashed on the wet concrete as she walked up to the door.
she knocked quietly and stood back to rock on her feet,
wondering what her next words were going to be.
mike then opened the door with heavy eyes,
clouded with his own guilty consciousness.
"mike,"
she sighed out,
letting the cool air fill her lungs to the brim.
"y/n,"
he returned with a sad smile.
as much as she hated to admit it,
she needed mike.
he had been her anchor in the worst of times.
and without her anchor,
she was set to float.
and there was nothing more she hated than the aimless floating of her live.
"you're horrible, i hope you know."
he nodded,
"yeah, i do."
y/n stood in the rain,
letting her eyes trace mike's features.
those same feature she had fallen in love with that school day.
his dotted freckles,
curls that hung around his head and stuck to his forehead,
his reddened, soft lips that would stretch into a welcoming smile.
she wasn't sure if the water that laid on her cheeks were tears or rain.
"i love you..."
y/n admitted with a sniffle.
"yeah..i love you too, y/n."
the words made y/n's limbs run numb.
and there her assumptions had been confirmed.
his words sounded empty.
hollow.
untrue.
and she knew why.
mike still loved eleven.