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Once Will steps outside, the cold air hits his face quickly, making him shiver and cling to his blazer in hopes that it will provide him with more warmth. He turns his head to the side and makes eye contact with Mike. The taller boy is applying chapstick, the cold clearly making his lips dry. He smiles while putting his chapstick in his pocket, stepping closer to Will and looking down at him. Neither boys said a word, just their eye contact alone sends jolts of electricity through Wills whole body. They both stood still, gazing into eachothers eyes, not yet daring to break the fragile silence surrounding them.
Finally, with a shivering breath, Mike speaks. “So this is what you meant.”
That statement makes Will raise an eyebrow, until he notices Mike eyeing him up and then he realises. “Yeah, this is my usual look. Surprise?” He does a silly movement with his hands, like jazz hands, that makes Mike laugh softly. He’s still looking down at Will with those soft brown eyes that he suddenly wants to paint. He wants to paint Mikes eyes until he could paint them with his own eyes closed.
“I didn’t expect to see you at my show, Will.”
Mike says this in a tone that is downright sinful, and it makes heat rush to Wills face. He is yet again so grateful for his makeup. Looking up at him, it’s clear that Mike is flirting. And god it’s working. Will feels hot and tingly all over, Mikes words and gaze making him feel like he’s in a sauna instead of standing outside in the freezing cold winter night. “Well, um, me and my band.. we all wanted to go to a gig, and they found the curse of Vecna and wanted to go, and obviously I agreed because they flyer looked cool and my band wanted to go, I’m not stalking you on anything..!” Will rambles, gesturing with his hands until he’s silenced by himself.
He takes a deep breath, finally letting himself take in air instead of just talking continuously. Shyly, he looks up at Mike who just looks amused at his anxious rambles.
Mike gently reaches out and fiddles with one of Wills necklaces, stepping closer. “I like your makeup..” he murmurs, only looking up briefly, then looking back and the necklace.
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
Will laughs softly and Mike looks down at him. “What’s got you laughing, hm?” He says gently. It’s quiet for a few moments, then a snowflake falls in front of both of them. “It’s snowing Mike. And we’re stood outside with barely any layers on.” He continues laughing softly after he speaks, and Mike joins in. He drops Wills necklace, letting it fall back against his collarbones.
“Do you want to go back inside? Or we could go somewhere. Talk, or something like that.” Mike looks down at the brunette, seemingly thinking about his answer. “We could go to.. McDonalds, or something.” He suggests. Will freezes for a second, before nodding slowly. “Um, I’m not hungry, but we could go. Yeah.”
He seems almost nervous about going to McDonalds and it makes Mike extremely confused. Who gets nervous when someone mentions McDonalds? Well, he knows the answer to that now. Will does. But he decides not to question it. “I’ll drive us, if that’s okay with you Mike. I won’t crash or anything.” Mike nods.
The car is filled with music the minute Will starts the engine. The cure is blasting pretty loud, and they both wince at the sudden noise. “Sorry about that, I like my music quiet when I drive usually.. but I drove with my friends tonight, and Robin likes to give us a mini concert.”
(I’m going to be adding more to this later, I’m sorry guys but I genuinely have no motivation atm and I’m not feeling like me and I’m struggling a bit so I’ll leave you guys with this until I feel motivated to write again)