chapter 3 of twylm will be up either tomorrow or friday, editing is almost done !

“I missed you,” Will blurted. “A lot.” He was rapidly losing all control. There was an alarm blaring somewhere in the back of his head, but he ignored it in favor of staring into Mike’s comically wide eyes. “I missed you so much, Will,” Mike responded, “You have no idea.” Mike bit the inside of his lip, a nervous habit, like he thought he’d said too much. The movement was so small, Will might not have noticed it if he wasn’t already staring, but it caught his attention. When his eyes flitted back up to meet Mike’s, he could have sworn they were pleading. Will did something stupid then.

He wasn't even sure that Mike would want to be kissed by him, though he had his suspicions. Even if Mike did want that, Will wasn't really sure if it was a good idea for them to do things like that again – things like kissing and dating and feelings. It’d ended pretty fucking catastrophically the first time, and Will didn't think he could handle losing Mike again. Being left by Mike again. But in their high school gym, caught in the haze of nostalgia and stoned out of their minds, the sharp edges of the pain were dulled somehow, and I love you so much it hurts was starting to feel like just I love you.

“Are you okay?” El asked, regarding him with a raised eyebrow. Will considered the question for a moment. They were on approximately the tenth hour of their road trip, and he was sitting on pins and needles because his ass had fallen asleep. They were in an overheated, cramped car, an unknown distance from their previously monster-infested and currently shithole hometown of Hawkins, Indiana– and he was sweating. “I’m great,” he breathed, “Are you okay?”

Mike wasn’t coming after him this time. This whole thing was Mike’s fault in the first place, and Will didn’t want to see him, he made that clear. He did want Mike to notice, though. He wanted Mike to be standing inside the arcade, staring at the front door, itching to come outside and talk to him. He wanted Mike to get a shit score at Dig Dug because he was distracted wondering where Will had gone. It was kind of like the View-Master feeling, being stuck between resenting Mike so much and wanting him back so desperately. Sometimes, there would be a glitch, and the facade he carefully constructed would disappear, revealing the cold, harsh truth, I still love him.

@wiseatom’s live reactions to twylm are making me giggle at my phone and my family keeps asking me who i am talking to 🤭

I’ve been stuck on this one scene with TWYLM and I FINALLY managed to piece it together 😭😭😭😭