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The halls were crowded, students rushing to classes like highly caffeinated bees as the bell rang. It was the last class of the day so everyone just wanted to get it over with, but especially Will. He was buzzing with excitement since he was finally getting to practice with his band again. The band only ever practiced on Fridays and Saturday’s since they all liked to practice for hours but all obviously still had school. So the weekend was always Wills favourite time of the week.
After his last class of the day, Will rushed to the music room to grab his guitar since he usually leaves it in there for easy access after class. As he’s about to walk in, he hears the soft sound of tentative strums on a guitar. It’s as if the person playing was just learning to play a song, but then they start to play with more confidence and Will listens, staring in awe at the talented hands of the mystery guitar player.
Will walks into the music room and the guitar player looks up, and sadly stops playing. he’s beautiful. He has curly black hair, which almost reaches his shoulders but not quite. His skin is pale, and his limbs are long. Will would definitely describe the boy as lanky since he also looks tall. As he stared at the boy, he completely forgets what he was doing as he makes eye contact. Big, brown, beautiful eyes meet his hazel ones and it’s like Will loses all brain function.
Still standing there, Will comes back to reality when the raven haired boy raises an eyebrow and speaks.
“You need something? Or are you just gonna stare at me while I play?”
Wills mouth goes dry as he fumbles for a reply. The boy is still staring at him with his eyebrow raised but now he’s smirking. When he spoke, his tone wasn’t hostile at all, it was almost.. teasing. And Will didn’t mind it one bit. “I- um- I’m sorry I didn’t.. erm, I didn’t mean to stare.. or intrude. Sorry.” he finally replied, stuttering over his words as he anxiously fidgeted with his hands. He was so nervous around this boy and he knew exactly why. He was beautiful.
The boy was still looking at him, and his smirk remained. He stood up and approached Will, and god he was tall, around 5’11. He laughed softly and put his hand on Wills shoulder. “It’s fine, really. I don’t mind an audience.” He winked then continued. “I’m Mike. And you?”
Mike. His name was Mike. It suited him.
Standing a bit straighter, and finally making eye contact, Will smiled up at Mike. “Thats a nice name, Mine’s Will.” His eyes flickered to Mikes necklace, then to his eyebrow peircing, then to his other jewellery. Will could feel Mikes rings on his skin, since he still had his hand on
His shoulder.
Mike stepped back a bit then sat back down. “Will.. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around. Strange since we both go to this school, don’t you think?”
He picked up his guitar and look up at Will who was blushing a bit. He didn’t comment on it though.
“I think I might have seen you around, but I don’t really remember faces unless I get a good view.” Will said quietly. The anxious fidgeting has stopped as he continued to talk to Mike. His presence was somehow calming, like his aura is just white noise. “I mean, you probably don’t recognise me since I don’t usually look like this.”
Mikes eyebrow raises at that. He leans closer to Will, eyeing him up and down before questioning what he means with only a look.
“Um, well.. this isn’t my usual look..” Will says quietly as he looks down at his outfit. He’s wearing a basic black outfit with a Hawkins high basketball team Letterman jacket he borrowed from his friend, Lucas. Mike leans back, studying him. “You’re not a jock?” Wills eyes widen and he shakes his head. “No, this isn’t my jacket..” Looking down at the jacket again, he notices his watch. It’s almost time for practice with his band. “Shit..” He whispers loudly, making Mike snicker quietly. “You gotta be somewhere?”
Will grabs his guitar with impeccable speed, nodding as he moves, and races to the door. Before leaving he turns back to Mike, answering his question verballly. “Yeah, sorry! I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you around..?”
Will looks hopeful as he waits for mikes reply, and Mike smirks, looking up at Will. His eyes soften slightly as he sees Wills hopeful expression.
“I’ll see you around, Will. Hopefully soon.”
Mike grins at him just as he’s turning away to leave for practice. And as Will is rushing to his car, guitar in hand, he thinks back to Mikes endearing little grin and he almost thinks he saw.. fangs? He shakes his head and opens his car door. Whatever, he needs to get to practice or Max and Robin are not gonna be happy.
He can’t be late again.