#i mean idek lemme know if this is trash or any constructive criticism would be so appreciated

[stardustmadness]

Will was really beginning to regret the idea of letting Mike convince him to come to this stupid party. It was too loud, there were too many people he didn’t know. He would never have indulged this idea even on his worst days, but after his break up with El, Mike had been brooding for the past few weeks. He wouldn’t listen to Will’s reassurances about how it would be alright, how they would be together again like they always did. Will would begin to start on topic only for Mike to completely shut him out for awhile afterwards.

Will was forcing his way past the swaying bodies. It was late, he had to find Mike and get them both home. Even in the breezy coldness of October the inside of this house was hot, Will could feel sweat trickling down the back of his neck. “Yo Zombie boy”, he heard a random voice call out, he ignored it and moved past the living room still looking for Mike.

He didn’t care about the names much anymore, nowhere as near as five years ago. They have stopped inflicting the pain slowly through time. He didn’t let his thoughts stray too far, it really wasn’t the time to delve into bleak thoughts. He had to find Mike.

He turned to climb the stairs and then he saw him sitting under the staircases mumbling along to some unintelligible version of five years. Shit, he was plastered. Will bent and picked him up by his shoulders trying to get him to stand up. He dragged Mike through the hallway towards the gate. Mike was still singing but now a few muffled sobs interrupted Bowie. A sophomore scoffed, his mouth twitched to say something but Will shot a glare at the boy and his smirk dropped and he turned away.

They finally got out of the clamped house. Will breathed in the cool, sharp autumn air. Will got Mike into the car, strapped in his seatbelt, he was about to turn the key when Mike whispered suddenly “Why did you lie?”, Will turned to find Mike was looking at him, his eyes glinting with something more then the traces of tears. “I don’t know what you are talking about, hey it’s late let’s just get home”, he said softly trying to calm Mike down. This has been a long night Will thought to himself. There was a brief uninterrupted moment when they were looking at each other. “About the painting.”, Mike started. Will caught his breath, his pulse quickening. He couldn’t know that, his mind spiraled back two years back, when he had come as close as he could have to being honest with Mike about his feelings. It was ironic that it was the first time he had lied to him.

“El told me she didn’t commission it; she didn’t even know about it. Why did you lie? You never lie to me Will.”, He said the last part in barely above a whisper looking at him with that look that unnerved Will every time it hit him. He couldn’t lie again, not when Mike was looking at him with those steady, bright eyes and he didn’t want to look away. It was rare to see Mike like these days, it made will think of when they were kids, it was a bittersweet longing for the past.

“Was it just the painting? Was everything about me being the heart you? Did you just make that up to reassure me?”, Will cut him short, “It wasn’t just to reassure you.”

“It was all from you?”, there was a faint trace of hope? Will would never let his heart hope, it was stupid so clearly stupid when they were always going to be friends, best friends. But in that moment Will heard the hope, the longing in Mikes’s voice. He finally tore away from Mike’s enthralled gaze, looking down he mumbled just loud enough for Mike to hear “Yes.”

#byler #byler oneshot #byler fanfic #this is my first time writing something so please bear with me #i mean idek lemme know if this is trash or any constructive criticism would be so appreciated #anyways had to get this out if my head so this happened #i like the idea of mike getting drunk and asking will about the painting