lia

you would wake up breaths uneven and heavy, probably after the crawls, the ones where you would sleep over at mikes every night cuddled up under the dim light you had already requested to stay on for the night.

he quite literally jumped like the black cat he is, his soul leaving his body for a good minute. blinking his own sleep away. already reaching for her — as if it was the most casual thing to know what to do after one had a nightmare.

cause it was all just casual right? good friends and.. so.

"you're alright... its going to be okay. promise. y/n/n??" he whispered against her hair.

a small murmur of a hum left her body, seeking his touch. face burrowing into his neck as she just tried to catch her breath. the small tear drops landing on his porcelain skin.

"promise.." she returned shakily. fingers digging into his shoulder blades as she pulled him closer to your body.

he would pull the covers that you nearly threw off the bed, tucking themselves under once again Ashish face burrowed into their hair. his own eyes clothing again as he felt your breaths even out again. his free hand playing with their hair.

"it's alright.. he's not going to get you here.. won't let him." he murmured softly, before giggling slightly at the end.

but they were just casual right? this was friendly. not flirtly. like wdym they were more than friends.

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what i was listening to this whole time help ---> also literally the guitar that i have came w a tuner that doesn't even work ive had to buy this app. (ive had this guitar for ages but would just ignore it..) also someone teach me how to fricking ollie IVE BEEN RIDING FOR LIKE FIVE YEARS AND I CANT.

you and mike used to be so close. closer than he and will ever were. despite being friends for longer, you and mikes bond was strong. karen treated you when you were sick, holding you for comfort when mike wasn't there. which he usually was with you most of the time. throughout his pubescent body mike saw you as more of a friend. the childlike innocence cuddles, and hand holding held more value to him now. you could still remember how you caught him glancing over at you more — the way he would get more protective over you after will went missing.

though sadly, after will went missing and eleven came into the picture. his focus went to her, letting her sleep in the bed you used to take. borrowing the exact same clothes you wore when it rained too hard . you weren't jealous of her though. you could never. she had these amazing powers and, everything and you were just. powerless.

yet despite her disappearing for a year or so, mike wouldn't look at you the same. wouldn't hold your hand anymore, wouldn't give you his jacket. so you two eventually grew apart, still friends. just drifted.

and then max came along, who eventually turned out to the be the party's glue. at least for you. who craved the closeness of another girl, gossiping and babbling over the party. she understood you, listened to you complain about the dark haired boy.

though, despite you now no longer being close with him anymore. even in the same friend group and, some how 4 years later from the start of the whole beginning. you guys were older now. your grudge had worn off after ages. you had seen other guys, though that shouldn't matter anymore right? you guys weren't even labelled. just full of tension. and now you weren't envious of eleven.

and then this guy, who eleven had heard her complain about again and again. before praising the random guy.

your hand knocked against the wheelers house. and now the bylers. but originally the wheelers. hearing the loud, yet distant "COMINGG" from the exact someone you needed.

tears filled your eyes, throat tightening as she just knocked rapidly. before the wooden door finally opened.

the tall familiar figure of mike stood there, eyes half asleep yet wakening at the sight of her.

honestly, he would mainly write letters for sure. imo he is better at writing his feelings out so expect pages worth of love.

he wouldn't make a giant deal about it. he would take you out to the arcade or stay home in the basement with you tucked beside him watching your favourite movies. his hand running through your hair absentmindedly.

ends up whispering a small happy birthday once the boring but of the movie comes on. passing you a small gift — not in a bad way. it was meaningful, not too expensive due to the three bucks to his name, but sentimental. carrying his words and feelings silently.

expect forehead kisses afterwards, or small pecks on the temple as he brought a blanket over you. grabbing a small pillow from behind as he felt your breaths even out. making sure not to keep your neck in such a uncanny position all night.

he would eventually fall asleep though next to you, with the movie still playing in the background though.

the next morning, you guys would end up in the weirdest position. he would wake up first, with you completely on-top of him, half on the floor, blanket thrown a few feet away from them.

he would attempt to make you breakfast in away of apologising for the quiet birthday with him.

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