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A part of will was angry that he agreed to come to this party some guy was hosting. And like always he had mixed emotions about it. Was this even safe? But what he was more worried about was, if he was embarrassing himself. That was always the problem and most of the reasons why he was so quiet and never liked to put himself out there. He felt like he was just a big mess. He was never good with crowds and fully knew this. Not just that but the pure anxiety of it all alarmed him.

He was still that raindrop travelling down that window. He didn't want to fall quicker.

And as Jonathan's words of comfort zone filled his head, he started to think that maybe it didn't matter if he stayed alone forever. Who would care? Nobody would know him. Mike and the wheelers would just be a memory as he'd live out in California till he died and ended in the black void he feared for eternity. Maybe it was existential thoughts, but it still worried him. When I die will I just be in this sunken space? Everything was cold and dark. I'd stay that way forever. Even after the world blew up. He'd still be staring at the black screens all around him.

Will was scared to be alone

But he was also scared to put himself out there.

He finished his shift a few minutes ago and now was walking home. Luckily for him, he worked with two kind women. Will was always more comfortable with girls. Just them in general was more comforting than anything he'd personally experienced. Other than that business was okay. And he learned how to make a decent coffee as Jane had described it.

Everything felt a little slow these days, then again he forgot to take his medication so it could have been part of the problem that he was feeling so down today. He wondered if there was any point in even making friends. He'd be moving right back to California anyway. What was the point?

He managed to get his way back to the house, sheepishly using the key Karen had given to him, which used to be spare and slowly pushing open the door with a creak in the hinges. He felt homesick. Homesick in the sense he felt like he didn't belong there. And just wanted to sit on the ground near the door and cry

He remembered how Mike held his hand so casually. And brushed his thumb against the boy's warm skin. How much it meant to him, was what the shocker really was. Getting that kind of comfort from a boy his age. From a boy who could understand him. It was different. But a nice difference. Acceptable different.

And as Byers made his way upstairs he started to feel anxious. Suddenly he didn't want to go to this party at all. Suddenly he wanted to sit on his bed and hold Mike's hand, now that the thought lingered that was. Was it wrong to think like that? Was it wrong to want to recreate the action he already had done?

He found himself standing outside mikes room

He could hear the tiny scratches of the pencil from the inside of the room. He didn't wanna disturb him. But a part of him weirdly wanted to see the male again. This was wrong. This was so wrong. And then finally he turned away from the door and made his way into his own room, the idea of going to see him felt too pushy.

Making his way into his room and quickly taking his medication dry. He knew it probably sticks to the side of his throat until he drank something. But it didn't matter. It would dissolve anyway. And as the boy looked at his arm, it was almost like the letters became more apparent to him. 9 pm. Two hours away

He had an hour to think. An hour to make up his mind. Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe making some friends who actually seem to care would be a good idea. Maybe his mom would be proud. Or Jonathan- even his dad might be. His dad might be happy that he did something socially for once rather than being stuck inside with a few pencils and paper

And after deciding he'd go. He threw on more slouchy clothing. It was a party. Just some simple blue jeans and a dark grey jumper that did in fact fit him well. He normally just wore Jonathan's hand-me-downs. And even if it was pretty old he knew that fashion wasn't based on brand, or how expensive something was. But how you could style it. And will definitely wasn't bothered to style it, knowing I'd make him look like he tried too hard.

He ruffled his hair up a little, seeing a faint texture in it. Will always had a personal taste for his hair, he liked it the way it was. It suited his face and was easy to maintain, just needed a trim sometimes. But he was anxious about it. He was always a little anxious about what people thought of his appearance. Guess thats something natural after being grown up with the term girly.

And as the male stared into the mirror he was suddenly interrupted by knocking on the door, followed by Mike immediately opening the door after not waiting for a reply

"Oh- I didn't think you were home...I didn't hear you come in...though someone kidnapped you or something..Hah! I was going to get you..." Mike blinked a few times, his eyes trailing down the boy's body. His outfit didn't seem like something the guy wore. From what Mike knew he mostly wore shirts. Then again he had some strange clothing pieces of his own that weren't like him. But my god did he look...pretty.

Mike came to terms with it.

Will is the only boy he thinks is pretty. But he doesn't like guys. It's not like that. He just liked the way Will looked. He's not sure if it's...an attraction or what it was. But from his bright hazel eyes to his weirdly perfect hair, Mike couldn't help but think of him. Only him. As he looked at the pretty boy before him.

Mike looked to have a smudge of charcoal on his cheek. Was Mike into art? Is that what he was doing in his room? "Right...sorry...I didn't wanna bother you or anything. You seemed busy" his eyes went to the walls again. He found some sort of comfort in it "apparently I'm going to some..party tonight? Some guy invited me...I don't know if I wanna go.." why was he telling him this, why would he even care about what will was doing

"Oh.." Mike whispered out. Though he was hoping to watch movies with will again this was okay. It was...right? "That sounds good! Have you already made new friends? I mean, of course, you did...." He felt his words trailing off. Almost like they were forced in a way. Not that he didn't think will could make friends. But a weird part of him didn't want him to. Were he and his friend group not enough?

"Yeah...I guess I'm kinda...well..nervous about it.." will felt himself opening up about his feelings, but quickly shut it down as fast as it started "but Um yeah! I'm excited...the guy's name was. Troy Walsh? Do you know him? I mean he could recognise I'm not from here..it made me realise how much of a community this is huh?" He explained but couldn't understand why mikes gave completely dropped expression at the name

Troy Walsh. Will was hanging out with Troy Walsh?

The same guy that forced him to jump off a cliff, and if it wasn't for the police to show up he would have died. Sometimes he wished he beat the police to it.

But now he was worried. Worried for the male before him who cried over family problems and takes antidepressants. And even if that wasn't all of what will was to Mike. It would definitely be all that Troy would see if he found out. Mike was still a frog face. And will always be a frog face. No matter how many times he said the name didn't bother him, it did. He hated it

"Troy...Troy Walsh?" He felt himself question it. Should he talk will out of it? Let him go and be friends with him? What if he got hurt? All of the blame would be put on him. But....will said he was excited to go. He didn't want to just ruin it for him because he's had bad experiences with the boy. "Yeah...I mean..you'll have fun! Don't worry.." he spoke, half regretting it a bit

"You think so?" Will questioned him, seeing as a fake smile appeared on mikes face

"I know so."

But he was just petrified.
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