hey twinns for some flipping reason the link isn't working for me rn, it pmo, but CHAPTER THREE OF "you kissed the brick but i don't know how long this bruise is gonna last" IS OUT NOWOWOWOWOWOW!! ITS LONGER THAN THE OTHER ONES AND ITS SUPER CUTESY WE LOVE IT GO READ!! :OOOOO
Chapter Three: How Did It Happen Like This?
Will doesn't know how Mike got his bruise. He doesn't think he really wants to know, if he's being honest. But he tries to avoid Mike's eyes when the topic is brought up. Maybe it's because eye contact can be awkward, especially with someone you're trying to ignore, or someone who's trying to ignore you. Maybe it's because everytime Will looks at him, all he can notice is the bruise under his eye. Maybe it's because Will can only associate Mike with last night.
Will doesn't know what happened last night, but he knows Mike was the reason he woke up in his own bed. He knows Mike was the reason Jonathan's car got home last night, the reason the porch light was turned on in the morning. He knows it was probably Mike's fault that he got that bruise under his eye, and he knows it will probably be Mike's fault that Jonathan's car will be driven out of that driveway again in the future, but it won't be Jonathan driving the car.
He knows all of this because when he woke up that morning, no one else was home. Jonathan, as he suspected, was at Argyle's, and, well, Joyce and Jane weren't here, of course. He knows all of this because when he woke up and walked to the kitchen, groggy and tired, his eyes dark and heavy with sleep, he saw the porch light on when he slipped past the foyer. He knows all of this because when he sat down at the kitchen table, rubbing his eyes and staring out the window, he saw Jonathan's car parked under the overhang, dewy and cold.
He might've thought it was a dream, that his outburst yesterday was a dream, that all the crying was a dream, that the stars and the drowsy eyes and the faint rumble of a car, that was all a dream. But he knew it wasn't. Maybe it was because when he inched toward the bathroom and he looked in the mirror, he saw a pair of tired, heavy eyes, blotched with faint little red marks, hair messy, nose red and mouth pouted. Maybe it was because when Mike walked into the kitchen, his eyes were tired too, and a bruise lied under his left eye, a bruise that wasn't there before. Maybe it's because when he rubs his eyes, Mike glances at him for a second, then turns away. Maybe it's because when Will asks Mike what happened last night, Mike doesn't reply.
HOPE YA LOVE IT, LOSERS!!! (with a v, of course)
