Don't Be A Dingus; Byler ??

11- Don't Throw Books

Will held the phone to his ear, hearing the sound of coughing from the other side; it sounded fake, "Hello?" Mike said,

The brunette pretended to sound concerned, "Hey Mike, I was just checking in, I was wondering how you were feeling."

The ravenette seemed taken aback as a quiet gasp was heard from the other side, but then he immediately responded with a strained voice, "Yeah, still not feeling too well! Think I caught something; it was good I cancelled the meet tonight, wouldn't want any of the Party getting sick."

"Oh really? Still sick?" the brunette said aloud so that Robin could even hear; she mouthed something to him which he struggled to repeat, "Well, I- Um, actually was thinking of bringing you soup or something." he said as Robin gave him a thumbs up, showing he said it correctly,

The conversation was awkward and tense as Mike panicked, screaming, "NO... I mean, no, no thank you, I don't want you to get sick." the ravenette nervously chuckled before adding, "Umm, anyways I have to go now, Bye," harshly adding before hanging up.

Will was left frustrated and confused, slamming the phone on the table; he was seething. He couldn't understand why Mike was lying to him and what could possibly be the reason for the sudden change in Mike's behaviour,

"What are you gonna do now?" the blue-eyed girl knitted her brows together.

Despite Robin's presence, Will couldn't help but feel hurt, he thought he and Mike shared everything; well, almost everything. Sitting, lost in thoughts at the table, he contemplated what to do next; why was Mike lying to him? A thought popped into his head, 'show up announced'.

He smiled, standing up from his seat, "That's it!" he proclaimed, "I'm going to catch Mike in the act,"

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" the blue-eyed girl questioned.

"Yes!" the brunette simply nodded, "And if I do catch him red-handed, I swear, I'm throwing another book at him."

Robin concealed her laughter as she responded, "Woah, slow down there, detective. Let's not resort to violence just yet. First talk... calmly."

Will scrunched his face, crossing his arms, "Fine, I won't throw a book." he said with a little pout. "But I am taking matters into my own hands."

"How inspirational!" Robin sarcastically chirped. "So, are you going now?"

"Yep," the brunette said, "I already know the rest of them are there; if I go now, I'll catch him red-handed,"

"Fine, go safe and don't throw books!" the blue-eyed girl joked, "Keep me updated and tell me EVERYTHING after my shift!"

"Of course, I must keep the gays informed," Will laughed, grabbing his phone from the table, making his way pass the store room and the counter. He couldn't resist a little insurance, discreetly picking up an ice-cream scooper from atop the counter as his makeshift weapon, just in case things got messy.

Robin said not to throw a book... she never said anything about metal scoopers.

The brunette stomped out the store, Robin rushed from the breakroom, standing behind the counter with concern evident in her eyes, hoping Will would be careful and not hurt himself physically or emotionally; he was like a little brother to her.