why.. (part four)

(Mk so the party is still at Scoops. For three hours. Yes. All of this with Byler happens within the span of three hours..)

-Third persons pov-

Will grabs Mikes wrist and leads him up to Mikes own room. Then once they get to Mikes room he shuts the door quickly.

Then as Will takes his sweater off, Mike sees the cuts on his wrists.

On Wills wrists.

-Mikes pov-

Damn he seems to be rushing this. Mabey he's just ready to leave... Fuck he looks good taking that sweater off. He would look better if it was that gray shirt unde-

What the hell am I thinking...

Then I see his wrists. Covered in bandages on one side. But the other, cuts and blood is all over.. What the fuck happened...

Will: "What?.. Why are you starting like that.. do I look that bad?... or were you joking ab-"

"Shut up and show me your wrists."

Will: "Mike i-im sorry-"

"Show me.. please..."

Will sits down on the side of the bed.So I sit beside him. He then holds his wrists out. Sobbing and he looks at the floor.

Will: "I-im sorry please don't- don't hate me or ignore me because of this- i-i don't know why I do it i-"

"Will... look at me...."

I put my hand on his cheek gently. Wiping his tears away.Then he looks at me. Right at me.

"I-it's okay... i-im not leaving your side okay..? I-im here for you... you don't have to do this anymore... p-please don't do this to yourself anymore..."

He nods, and doesn't say anything.

So I hug him and I can't help but ask, "...can we still uhm.. lay together?.."

Will stops crying and looks at me. Damn he's beautiful...

Will: "You mean cuddle? Yes Mike, we can.."

"Oh thank God.."

I quickly pull him closer to me and lean back on my bed. This way he's laying on my chest.

"F-fuck uhm is- is this ok..?"

Will: "Mhm.. i-its fine.. also I'm really sorry about earlier.... when you were asleep..."

"Its okay.. I-I don't care if you want to kiss me.. if you really want to, then do it.."

He looks up at me and we both just sit there for a few minutes. Staring at each other. He looks over a little.

"Uhm- a-and you did- not that you wanted to- I mean- did you?..."

"....if you don't feel the same way why did you kiss me.. I know it was just on my forehead but still.."

I say the second sentence quieter to see if he's actually listening to me.

Will: "who said I don't feel the same way..."

He says while gently running his hands through my hair.

I stare at him shyly.

Noticing, he does the same. Staring right back at me..

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