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‘why did i even agree to this..’ will thinks as he looks up at the party around him.
sweaty teens with red solo cups dancing around some rich kids house, the only reason he’s really there is because lucas knows the guy, and their party needed a second DD. (he also came because mike practically begged him to go, but he’d never say that out loud)
will is hot, his white tee with a david bowie graphic on it is getting damp, and he’s happy he wore some looser jeans.
‘*sigh*, this is so shitty.’ he declares to himself, all alone, sitting on a crusty leather couch.
on top of that, he’s being sandwiched between the arm of the couch and a couple making out.
will stands up to go find… someone. he’s just bored, hot, and needs a show. maybe dustin’s dancing on a table again, who knows?
as he looks into the kitchen, he spots mike. he’s drunk out of his MIND and talking to.. jennifer hayes?
‘since when did they get close..?’
he watches as they switch drinks, then basically down them in a second, he briefly thinks, ‘gross’, and walks over to mike.
will flinches as mike practically yells at him, slurring his words like crazy,
“willl!!! where have you beeeeen heree take a drink!” mike shoves jennifers now empty cup in his face.
his cheeks are flushed and he’s wearing some old leather jacket, and of course those black ripped jeans that he wears everywhere. will thinks, just for a second, that he looks amazing.
“hey will,” jennifer says in some drunken flirty tone that makes wills flesh crawl. ever since the first grade she’s had a crush on him, and he’ll never forget the day the guys told him she cried at his funeral.
“um, hi jennifer… mike you know i can’t drink. c’mon i think we need to go home..”
“what? we just got here though…” mike whines, dunking his solo cup into the… vibrant, to say the least.. punch but will takes the cup out of his hand before he can take a sip.
“yeah will, you just got here.” she winks.
‘ew, who winks anymore?’
“live a little… a few sips won’t hurt,” and as she slowly caresses wills arm, he, briefly, thinks about talking jennifer’s stupid little hair pins and shoving them into her eyes.
“look i really appreciate it but i have to drive home so, sorry maybe next time..?” then turns to mike, “now let’s go, you’re already gonna be insanely hungover, you don’t need more beer, or, whatever that is.” he says, scrunching his nose at the drink, then dumping it back into the bowl.
“*huff*, fine” mike crosses his arms as will grabs him by his coat. “bye jennifer!!!!” mike yells behind him, and will walks faster, pulling mike behind him.
as they’re looking for the party, will notices mike slowly getting closer to his side, almost gravitating towards him,
“willl didn’t you say we were going homee?” mike whispers in his ear.
he feels shivers run down his spine,
‘get a grip will, he’s just drunk,’
“yeah mike, i just wanna tell everyone else that we’re leaving.”
“ugh.”
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as they walk out to the backyard, will spots max and el.
“hey guys,” will says to the girls, although, more so to el because max is slowly drifting to sleep on her shoulder.
“will! what’re you doing out here?” el asks. her grammar has gotten a lot better since freshman year, although some people still make fun of her for it.
“i just wanted to tell you that i’m gonna take mike home, just make sure you tell dustin and lucas.”
“oh, alright! i love you, get home safe!” el replies, smiling and waving as they walk away.
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they walk to the front of the house where their cars were.
before the party, mike had drove will and dustin, while el drove max and lucas. they took two cars this time because at the last party max had to drive a drunk lucas home…. yet she had done so without realizing she had taken everyone else’s way home.
as they got to mikes rover, he opened the passenger door and buckled mike in, then got into the car himself.
will reached for the ignition to put the keys in, and as he did he felt a hand on his arm.
“you’re like, super buff you know?” mike said, inspecting wills arm.
will rolled his eyes, and shoved mikes hands away, knowing he didn’t mean anything by it. “yeah, sure mike.”
“no, seriously. after california you got.. really hot” he replied, now staring into wills eyes.
will felt his face flush at that, ‘shit, get it together will. he doesn’t know what he’s saying.’
“what? mike, stop.” he said, starting to drive away
but he still felt mikes eyes burning into his skull as mike said “i swear!” he then looked down at his lap, almost, shyly? “when i saw you at the airport.. i didn’t know what to think. i was so, surprised at how much you’d changed, you know?” he looked back up at will, slowly leaning in towards wills face
‘what. the. fuck. what does he mean by that??!' will thought, his mind frantic ‘is he..? no, no! no. he’s drunk! he’s completely delusional!'
“mike, just… *sigh*, stop, ok? i- i get it.”
“ok..” mike said, looking out the window and crossing his arms.
as will glanced over to mike, he thought ‘what is his deal tonight?’ and turned up the radio.
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as they pulled up to mikes house, will immediately unbuckled to guide mike inside.
he opened mikes door, “ok, c’mon mike. we should probably go through the basement door so your parents don’t hear you.”
mike unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for will, slinging his arm over his shoulders. will closed the door, and walked mike down the outside stairs to the basement
as they got inside though, he felt mike pull him into a kiss. he make a muffled noise against his lips, and (reluctantly) tried to push mike away.
“mike! what the fuck?!” he whisper screamed, trying not to wake up mikes parents.
“i… i’m sorry..” mike said as will was holding him by his shoulders. he looked, disappointed(?), as he stared down at his shoes.
will saw the look on his face and felt bad, ‘he doesn’t know what he’s doing.’. “mike, just… you’re drunk…*sigh* let’s just, get you to bed.. ok?” he said in a sorry tone.
“yeah, yeah sure. *huff* i’m drunk i need sleep..” mike replied in a sarcastic yet sad tone, and walked to the couch to lay down.
will followed him, kneeling down to help take off mikes shoes and coat, then setting them on the table.
‘shit’ will realized ‘i drove mikes car here, how the hell am i gonna get home?’
“uh, mike?” will said, looking down at the boys solemn face “can i.. sleep on your couch? it’s just- i don’t really have a way home so..”
“no, just, take my room. my parents will wonder why you’re on our couch if they see you,” mike said, getting into as comfy of a position as one can in skinny jeans on a cramped couch.
he knew he could never say no to mike, and furthermore that mike could never take no for an answer, so he just accepted, “uh.. ok. goodnight mike” he said, leaning down to kiss his forehead,
‘oh what the fuck he won’t remember it anyways’
and draping a blanket over him. he then walks up the two flights of stairs to mikes room as quietly as possible.