Don't Be A Dingus; Byler ??

26- Cookie Clicker

Mike looked into Will's eyes, the relief evident, "THANK GOD!" he exclaimed, "I did not want to bike home in that!" he joked.

"Come in." the brunette smiled, moving out the way so the ravenette could slip into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Thanks Will." Mike said, taking his hood off, shaking his damp hair.

"You're dripping all over the floor like a dog!" Will reprimanded crossing his arms.

"Sorry," Mike muttered sheepishly,

"Eh, its fine, although you should have a shower before you get a cold." Will mumbled, looking Mike up and down, analysing the puddle by his feet. "I'll go get some clothes and a towel... don't move." he instructed, placing the plastic bag on the table.

Mike nodded, although initially unsure, he couldn't ignore the genuine concern in Will's eyes. As the brunette disappeared to fetch towels and dry clothes, Mike couldn't help but smile, he was grateful for this chance; a glimmer of hope that at least Will didn't hate him after that confession.

When Will finally returned, Mike looked down at them, raising an eyebrow, "Are these... your clothes?"

"Whose else's clothes are they gonna be?" The small boy quipped in reply.

"No... I mean, are you sure they'll fit?" The tall boy clarified.

Will rolled his eyes, "I'm sure you'll fit in them; we aren't even that different in size... you're just unusually lanky," he joked.

"I mean... I like being taller than you!" Mike laughed.

"Oh is that right?" Will placed a hand on his hip seeing Mike nod, "Well I guess if the clothes don't fit you're just gonna have to walk around the house naked!" Will smirked mockingly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Mike's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, he hadn't expected Will to respond so boldly, "I, um... I'm sure they'll fit." he laughed awkwardly; the only thing he could do in that moment.

"And you can sleep in my room tonight." Will replied, changing the subject completely; despite any situation they were going through, he couldn't let Mike go home in that rain, not after he came all this way to deliver a cookie.

Mike nodded, "A sleepover? We haven't done that in months."

"Yep." the brunette simply replied; it was the truth. Mike hadn't come over for a sleepover at Will's since at least the beginning of the school year... although, the drunken 'sleepover' technically was a sleepover by definition... but Will didn't like thinking of that. "Now go!" the brunette pointed to the shower,

Blushing, Mike chuckled, heading to the bathroom for his shower, quickly stripping his wet clothes, jumping in. He allowed the warm water to hit his body; feeling his thoughts of how the brunette would treat him at ease; Will wasn't treating him any different. Despite his roller coaster of emotions, he hoped this evening would lead to more.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Will grumbled to himself, "Damn Mike getting my floor wet." he pouted playfully, thinking of the ravenette as a small smile crept on his face; did... did Mike actually care about him? Coming all this way across town, in a storm to deliver a cookie after Will had rejected him?