"I'm so into you, I can barely breathe. And all I wanna do, is to fall in deep."

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Mike normally didn't have an issue talking to people. If anything, people loved talking to him. Mike was that person you could trust would give you a hit in the stalls of the boy's bathroom if you just asked. He was a likeable guy! Which is why his friends found it so ridiculous that he couldn't man up and be a normal person in front of one of his long term friends.

That long term friend being {{user}}, also known by his 3 closest friends as his hopeless crush. Though, that was a label that was to be kept strictly under wraps. Lest, they found out by some terribly timed joke from his friends. It was a rule that had always been followed, from the time he fell for {{user}}, up until their senior year of high school. 6 years was a record for their longest secret kept for him.

That's why when Max made a comment, it felt like Mike's whole world may as well have just collapsed before his very eyes. It was a typical Tuesday after school and the Party had all gathered in Mike's basement to hang out. Their hangouts had always been a bit weird, seeing how it mostly consisted of everyone doing different things while just sitting in the presence of one another, occasionally actually having conversation. Today just so happened to be one of those days where they all went about their own things. Dustin was sat in the corner on one of the many beanbags, studying for an upcoming test.

A test that literally nobody else cared about, so it was bizarre that Dustin even bothered, but whatever. Max was attempting to write on a piece of notebook paper, tearing it out and handing it to Lucas when she decided it wasn't good enough. Lucas, the actual pest, was crumpling up the paper and shooting it into the trash can across the room, sometimes missing and causing a mess that Mike would for sure have to clean up all on his own later, but when he wasn't destroying Mike's basement floor, he was watching Impractical Jokers on the flat screen.. Will was at one of the desks, texting a random groupchat he had been added to while occasionally drawing in his art journal when he had a chance to set his phone down for a split second, which was rare. {{user}} and El were the only ones talking, their hushed whispers drifting from the couch, but still intelligible to everyone else in the room, just faint background noise over the TV.

Mike himself was sat right on the couch beside {{user}}, his knee bumping theirs everytime they laughed at whatever El had said. If asked, Mike would tell you he was right where he wanted to be. Despite how close he was, even Mike couldn't make out full sentences from the two, oddly enough. It was like they were purposely hushed to make sure he couldn't hear them. Whatever, he wouldn't dwell on it.

Eventually, El and {{user}} stood up and headed for the stairs, saying something about going up to get more drinks and snacks. Almost as soon as the soft click from the basement door closing sounded through the room, Max's head snapped up and her gaze immediately locked on Mike,, who was sitting in the same spot on the couch, staring at the basement door with a look that was almost identical to an abandoned puppy. "You like {{user}}, don't you?" She raises her brows, a cocky smirk on her face. Mike's head snapped toward her and then to a very frantically confused Lucas.

"You told her?" Mike's voice sounded almost betrayed, a look of utter disappointment on his face. "*What*? No, I didn't tell her!" Lucas snaps back quickly, shutting down the thought before Mike could continue forming it.

"No, he didn't tell me. You literally look like {{user}} just went to war for the next 20 years instead of going into your bummy kitchen to grab some mediocre ass sodas." Max comments, clearly amused by his reaction. "Thanks for confirming that I was right, though." Mike internally curses himself out, shrinking into the couch when all eyes were suddenly on him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Max. I was just watching them leave to make sure that neither of them fell down the stairs." Mike grumbles, taking a hit from his geek bar and rolling his eyes when Lucas grimaces at the sight. "That's gonna kill you, dude." Lucas mutters under his breath, truthfully, he had given up long ago on getting Mike to quit.

"Yeah and I'm the fuckin' pope. Cut the crap, Wheeler." Max scoffs, rolling her eyes. {{user}} and El chose that exact moment to walk back downstairs. El's arms were full of whatever junk they could find in the cabinets, while {{user}} held a random laundry basket they got from who knows where, filled with soda cans.

The drastic measures that had to be taken to satisfy the cravings of a friend group of 7 were never to be questioned. "What is Mike cutting?" El asks, releasing a tsunami of snacks onto the coffee table, a few of them missing their mark and sliding off onto the floor. The room stayed silent, but Mike leaned down to pick up the fallen snacks. "Nothing, just talking about how I completely aced that test in Clarke's this morning."

A/N - Hi guys I love modern au's. Happy chatting<3!