"I'm so proud of you Will, you know that?" His mother patted his head softly, smiling at him. He smiled back.
"And I love you, no matter what."
He grinned up at her.
•••
Will sat on his bed in silence, solemnly tracing lines on the sheet of paper in front of him. He breathed softly in and out through his nose, other than his hands and the slight movement of the angle of his head, he was completely still, so still one would think he wasn't breathing at all, his soft breaths were so soft you couldn't really hear them at all.
Will loved this feeling, the feeling if calmness, the only noise was the distant winds rattling hollowly against his window, but not in a way to cause fear, a way that Will found comforting, knowing that the world was still moving, still alive and happening. It hasn't died on him yet, left him behind. These moments of tranquility were now so rare for the boy he treasured every second of them, making sure to place all clocks out of sight, knowing that if he were to look at them every few moments that the time would have gone far too quickly for his liking. Just upon the horizon there were the traces of a pale pink sunset, almost completely lost in the despair of the dark clouds looming across what could be an expanse of pure beauty, the Suns way of saying goodbye for the next 10 hours or so. The few drops of remaining sunlight shone down onto Wills face, casting shadows and reflections in his eyes, it made his eyelashes appear full and long.
There was a soft knock on Wills bedroom door, which was closed so he could diminish the sounds of Johnathan's music blearing- not loudly- through the thin walls.
Will looked up from his drawing to be greeted with the sight of Johnathan standing in the doorway, "May I enter?" He asked smiling.
"Depends, by what means are you here?"
"I am a relative of one William Byers of course."
"Ah, yes, well seeing the circumstances I think it that your entry can be accepted."
Johnathan came and sat down on the bed opposite his brother, causing it to bounce making Will quickly move the pencil off the paper, in fear of ruining it.
"What're you drawing there bud?"
"Just a sketch."
"Can I see?"
"Yeah..."
Will carefully handed him the paper, watching his brothers reaction.
"Castle Byers?" He says after a quick examination of the drawing.
"Yeah, I saw a part of the woods when we drove home that had a great layout for a hideout so I traced that, ya know just to... try it out."
Johnathan didn't remove his gaze from the paper, but looked deep in thought.
"Let's build it." He said confidently.
"W-what?"
"Tonight."
Will looked at his brother as if he'd gone mad.
"Cmon! It'll be fun!" He says eagerly, standing up and carefully folding the paper and putting it into his pocket.
"Are you sure? It'll probably start raining..."
"So? Worst thing that'll happen is that one of us gets a small cold! Cmon bud let's do it!"
"I- okay... okay, yeah! Let's do it."
His brother smiled chuffed at him, "You go put your shoes on and I'll go get some stuff and tell Mom.".
Johnathan got up and left the room. Will let out a long sigh of relief, relaxing the clutch in his hand.
He pulled the piece of paper out of his sweating palm, unraveling it slowly.
He stared at what he had drawn, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
•••
Will let out a yelp of pain as he struck the hammer down on his thumb, dropping the toll onto the sodden ground of leafs he stood on. "Will! You okay?" Johnathan called from where he was, dragging a fallen branch across the slowly flooding forest floor, his face wet with the rain. "Yeah! Just got my thumb confused with the nail!"
"Again?"
"Shut up."
The rain had started little over 25 minuets ago, and just as Will had predicted, it was a storm. Though the sun had disappeared completely and it was getting far too late for the boys (inWills case) to be awake, but the two brothers were set on completing this, no matter what the consequence.
"How's it looking so far?" Will said, scavenging for his dropped hammer, ignoring the shaking of his pruned up hands. "Almost done," Johnathan pushed the log onto wall of wood just alike that one, before stepping back to examine it, "come take a look."
Will grasped the discovered hammer in his hand and walked to stand next to his brother.
They stood staring at what they'd done.
It was wrong, so, so wrong.
"Good?"
"Uh... well you see, there's too many logs on left, and too little on the right so..." Will tried not to become annoying, very hardly. He began to fear what his brothers reaction would be to this, would he snort and call him obsessed? Would you give up and walk back to the house? Would he lash out at Will?
"Oh, okay, well help me move them then."
Will sighed, not before grinning at his brothers back, following him to the left hand side to make Castle Byers perfect.
•••
The two sons had arrived home, soaked to the bone and shuddering with cold at 12:46am. Their mother had looked at them with raised eyebrows, having arrived from her shift at 9:54pm whilst the boys were still gone, after their encounter with the chief. They both had very long hot showers, despite Johnathan's protests saying it would add to the water bill.
Will now sat, sniffling his running nose, staring at the drawing in his hand. The drawing he had hastily shoved away when his brother knocked on his door, the drawing that he had actually been concentrating so so hard on since the 3 hours after he had gotten back from school.
It was a drawing of him, of Mike.
It was one if the best drawings Will had ever done, one of the most beautiful too. But not beautiful because of the skill and technique, no Will would not say that, beautiful because of the subject.
Because Will found so much beauty in Mike, how could he resist drawing him?
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I might start a blog on tumblr and I'll write oneshots and stuff on there, any of you guys have tumblr?
