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He is smiling at me with his big brown eyes and his gorgeous burly smile, I feel as though time has quieted and slowed while the universe sings our destiny and the sun gleams of delight.
I'm in a dream, I've decided, there is no way Will is grabbing my arm and pulling me up this hill, going on about something along the lines of how he has a surprise for me and how great it was going to be, I'm asking Dream-Will about his supposed surprise, but of course, he tells me in his serious tone, it wouldn’t be a very good one if he tells me what is up this forsaken hill. Most definitely not a dream I suppose, if this were a dream Will would have chosen a sassier come back.
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After what could be an hour but felt more like a day's worth of hiking, Will exclaims that we have arrived.
don’t get the wrong impression, there is nothing and no one I would rather be with or be around than my sweet 'Will the Wise'. But drenched in sweat and heaving, I am quiet unimpressed to look around and find nothing, nothing at all other that a nice view of more hill to hike.
"Will" I start "William if you have brought me on this trek of a life time for a "surprise" that is just more green to look at when we could of been watching the Bold and the Beautiful, you better start running right back down that hill of yours."
He's got his stupid, sweet contagious smile again, the same exact one from the first paragraph and somehow it's spread to me and I'm trying to stay mad, I really am, but I blink and like magic my cheeks are red and a weight in my chest has lifted, and Will has started to giggle his sweet, childish giggle and for a moment I feel as though I could never, never stay mad at him, sweet beautiful him, but no I must fight off my internal desire to melt into a puddle of dingbat and an idea struck my mind, it would be right of a person to assume Will had realized what I was about to do because all his joy is wiped away like water on some glass or some other trope if you wish, he's starting to run but he dawdles and I'm able to tackle him to the ground.
"you will pay for what you’ve done Will byers!" I mock yell using a deep and thunderous voice, to prove this I'm smearing handfuls of grass from beside him into his hair.
"don’t you-" Will squeaks out and I have picked up the pace of grass smearing "oh my great god Mike please, please why are you doing this".
"you have brought this upon yourself, my facetious boy" I bestow to him.
"but I've literally just washed my hair. you can't do this to me, it's homophobic Mike."
"is it now?"
"Oh yes, very, I cannot believe you."
Rolling my eyes, I push myself into him and we've kissed and there is bliss, for the first time in hours, days even.
Thank god.
I have been waiting for the right time to do that all afternoon, how climatic.
"Mike" he says. Once we're done swapping spit. and we're lying on the soft grass, clinging onto one another.
"I'm sorry, this is very out of the blue but for your birthday, I was just wondering, what makes you smile?".
"you".
"I cant get you me for your birthday you idiot."
I cackle.
"you can try."