song: talk to me by cavetown
summary: Will is too shy to talk to new people, and with the help of Mike he gains confidence and meets Lucas and Dustin!
cw: protective mike, clingy mike, miwi, jealous mike, byler fic, byler oneshot, cute ending, fluff, super duper short in my op, mike is ACTUALLY the heart,
this is my first fic so please have mercy if it isnāt super goodš„¹
Since they met, Mike knew he was different from Will. Eager to participate in class was he, his bestfriend sat in the far middle of the class, silent as a mouse, meek with his head down. It seemed to be the only person he would speak to was him, and generallyā¦ it didnāt bother him. He would rather have Will to himself rather than share him with someone else. Why would he share? He was his bestfriend.
āWhy doesnāt he speak?ā Lucas said over their shared lunches, the cafeteria loud. Mike stared at him as if he grew a second head. āHe speaks. Heās just quiet.ā He rolled his eyes. As if Lucas could understand the complexity of his bestfriend. āIve never even heard him talk! He might as well be mute!ā Eyebrows furrowing, his hands clutching the sandwhich his mom made him for lunch. Who was he to throw out labels on his bestfriend like that? His glare redirected from him, to the entire cafeteria. All these people thought they knew Will. Thought they knew what he was about. It was all bullshit. Nobody knew Will like he did. Nobody cared for Will like he did. Not here, and as much as the thought angered himā¦ it comforted himā¦ selfishly. He was his bestfriendā¦ only his.
Soon here came to famously mentioned bestfriend, sat right beside him, and to Mikeās happiness, his lips curled into a smile. āHey Will!ā He said enthusiastically, only to be met with a small glance up, a small nod, and a smile, his posture reminiscent of the meek mouse he sees in the back of the classroom. He glanced up at Lucas, only to be met with his āI told you soā face as he huffed out, eating his lunch in silence. As Mike looked back at Will, his eyes avoidantā strange. He seemed perfectly fine with him.
Sat in the warmth musty confines of his basement, scribbling and sketching away sat Will, a soft smile on his face as his mind ran wild, embracing his rush on paper. Leaning into his hand, he stared at the boy, stars twinkling in his eyes, glued to Will as he gave brief glances up to examine his face, count his freckles, wanting his drawing as exact as it could be. He was happy, comfortableā¦ what happened earlier?
āWill?ā He said, in the soft quiet tone, only reserved for his ears. āWhy donāt you speak around Lucas? Heās nice, really.ā Will raised his head, before looking down at the paper. āI-I donāt know. I guess, Iām just more comfortable with you.ā Selfishly, that caused Mike to smile a little, before shaking his headā realizing there was a bigger picture. āW-Well, I could help you. He really is nice, and funny too. Youād like him, if youā yāknow, spoke to him?ā He huffed out a small laugh, hoping heād go along. He didnāt. Will looked up, his pencil ceasing its sketching.
āI donāt knowā¦ā He said, his voice quiet, before he looked up, seeing the hopeful look in his eyes, them holding undivided attention for him. Mike had always been there for him, he walked up with him to ask the teacher a question, helped him tell the lunch lady what he wanted, included him in discussions so he wouldnāt feel left out. As their eyes held contact, Will thought maybeā¦ this time, I wonāt have to be afraid. āI guess Im just scaredā¦ā
āScared?ā Mike responded, curiosity in his tone. āBut you talk to me?ā Will sighed, shaking his head, āNot everyone gets me like you do. I justā¦ donāt want to be seen as a freak.ā Mike stared at him perplexed, his eyebrows furrowed in frustrated confusion. āLike a freak? What do you mean?ā He said, irritation beginning raising in his voice. He knew what he meant, he had seen Will get picked on before. Though despite his tone, Will knew it wasnāt pointed at him, he knew. Mike didnāt have to say it. āLucas wouldnāt see you that way! And youāre not a freak! Youāre just different! But that doesnāt make you-ā Will smiled softly, letting out a huffed laugh. āI know Mike.ā He stared down at his paper, continuing his sketch.
Mike sat there, his face still fixed with anger. A freak? Is that how people saw him? āYouāre not a freak Will. Anyone who thinks you are? Theyāre justā itās allā itās all bullshit! All of it!ā He insisted his hand mindlessly gripping Wills, the boys eyes widened with gentle surprise. He nodded, smiling softly, his lips curling wider as Mike pulled away, staring at his pouty expression.
āIāll tryā¦ Iāll talk to Lucas.ā He said, to Mikeās surprise and softened expression, he nodded. Leaned back against his hand, posed for Wills drawing, the two sat in comfortable silence, their short swinging legs brushing eachothers under the table, and as Will held up the drawing of Mike, adorably sketched as a Paladin, a heart sketched on the armor, he grinned ecstatically, fawning over the drawing immediately, running upstairs to show his Mom. āMOMM!! Look what Will drew!ā
Will giggled, and for a second, he thoughtā¦ maybe with Mike by his side, talking to Lucas wouldnāt be so hard.
Across from Mike at lunch the next day was Lucas, yet a new boy followed behind him, the boy missing teeth, wearing a Pac-Man hat, with a head of curly hair. Will glanced up at Mike, his expression one of surpriseā not due to the boys missing teeth, but due to having to talk to two new at people at once, but before he could sink into his chair, Mike placed a soft hand on his shoulder, already introducing him to the new group of friends. āHey, youāre Dustin right? Iām Mike, this is Will. He likes D&D too.ā Will gave a small wave, a step up from sitting and nodding, but just as he was beginning to warm upā Mike opened his big mouth. āHe can draw too! He drew me as a Paladin!ā
And with thatā Will raised his head in fear, shaking his head, āMikeāā he whispered, gripping his arm trying to hold him back. What if they didnāt understand like he did? What if they made fun of him? But it was far too late, his eyes dilated as he watched him scramble for the drawing, and placing it on the table. His heart sunk, already melting into the chairā yet to his surprise, their eyes lit up, with surprise, adoration.
āWoah!! You drew this?! Dude that is so cool!ā Dustin exclaimed, flashing Will with a happy gummy smile. āYeah man this is amazing! The detail on the armor is so cool!!ā Lucas cheered after, and to Willās own surprise, he began to smile, Mike chiming in afterwards only causing him to smile more. āHe makes cool drawings like this all the time! He has drawings all over my basement too! You could come see, and we could all have a D&D campaign!ā
As the three began to talk, exclaimed and ecstatic, for once, Will didnāt feel like an outsider, he didnāt feel excluded, Mike chiming him into conversations, comforting him with the holding of his hand. And by the end of lunch, he was talking by himself, confidently, in full sentences!
āYou guys should totally come over tonight! We could start our first campaign! Itāll be fun! I can be the storyteller!ā Mike said, a bright expression on his face, āTotally! Dustin you game?ā Lucas replied, tapping Dustinās chest with his hand playfully, to be met with a big smile. āYeah! Iāll bring the snacks!ā And to Willās astonishmentā they invited him too, a group of people, Someone other than Mike! āWill! Youāll come too right?ā Lucas said, the three of them all turning heads to him. āYeah, totally!ā He replied, a soft smile on his face. A flutter raised in his little heart. He finally had a group of friendsā and as he looked up at Mike, their eyes meet with a happy exchange.
With Mikeās fierce narration, it seemed to bring the campaign to life, Willās imagination already running wild with ideas for drawings, soon to fill Mikeās basement walls. Though Will had made new friends, it was was as if it was just the two of them, their eyes locked on eachother as Mike told his story, only parting to give a quick glance to Lucas and Dustin. Will loved his story telling, and Mike loved stirring his imagination, as it resulted in holding his artwork in his hands. Yet as the night fell as bicycles pedaled down the road, there sat Will, the last to leave.
āWill! Wait up!ā Mike said, rushing to catch up to him. āS-So how did you feel? Did you like the campaign? And Lucas and Dustin? I think Dustin is a little chatty but heās pretty cool, and Lucas is pretty smart too, andāā Will smiled as he cut him off. āI had fun Mike, donāt worry.ā He responded, his voice softly cheerful. Mike gave him a small crooked smileā¦ before he placed his arm on his shoulderā¦ his face and voice suddenly becoming very serious. Atleast what he thought, thought looked serious, his lips in their usual serious pout.
āYouāre not a freak Will. See? People can like you. People like Dustin and Lucas. Youāre amazing! And anyone who doesnāt get itā Well itās.. itās just allāā Will looked up at him before letting his lips fall into a soft smile, cutting him off once again, āBullshit?ā Mike swallowed, a little embarrassed Will noticed his pattern. āA-And if you ever feel lonelyā just remember that, you know that, IāI like you Willā¦ā He said, his voice softening towards the end, doing nothing to mask the soft red rising to his cheeks, causing Will to follow suit āI-I know Mikeā¦ā he said quietly, his voice soft and shy. Not out of frightā¦ but out of something else.
āI-I should get home, Jonathan is probably looking for meā¦ Iāll see you tomorrow.ā And with that he biked away, fading into the darkness of the street lit road, and as Mike stood thereā¦ he could still feel the heat on his face. Returning to his room, he grabbed a book, full of Willās sketches. As he turned the pagesā¦ he couldnāt help but feel the heat rising once again from his neckā¦ his fingers caressing the soft pencil lines of Willās self portrait of him.
As his eyes landed on the heart on the plate of armorā¦ his lips curled in a crooked smile, knowing who his belonged to.
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