WILL POV-

Parking in the back of the parking lot, the ravenette stopped the car; Will expected him to threaten, or tell him to not misbehave but to the small boy's surprise, Mike merely took his key out the ignition, before quickly saying, "I'll be back in a while... don't move," he chuckled but not in a sinister way rather in a jocular tone, knowing the handcuff kept the brunette clamped to his seat.

As Mike stepped out the car, he disappeared into the store, leaving Will alone with his thoughts, staring at the handcuffs restraining him; even if Mike was being nice to him, the handcuffs were a reminder that he could flip at any time. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves to think clearly, despite everything.

The brunette furrowed his brows; he felt itchy as he used his hand to scratch himself; being able to feel the skin peel off his own body. The small boy fidgeted in his seat uncomfortably as he took a moment to look down at the clothes Mike had given him. He tugged at the fabric looking for some relief, "Ugh these clothes are starting to hurt, it feels like a burlap sack!"

Squirming in his seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, he found the handcuffs restricting his movements made that difficult. He wanted to walk around, stretch or take off his itchy shirt.

"Couldn't he give me anything comfortable to wear?" He glanced out the window for a short second, noticing that the ravenette seemed to be taking his time at the store; where even was he? He thought he might be able to escape but he knew it was risky; if Mike caught him, he could flip and become manipulative and abusive once again.

But the uncomfortable clothes were too much for the brunette; overwhelming his senses as he tried to adjust the collar of his shirt, but it only worsened the itching sensation. Feeling frustrated, he decided to unbutton the collar, wanting to relieve his throat.

He struggled with the buttons, but it helped, deciding he would take the whole shirt off until Mike's return. Unbuttoning all the buttons, he slipped it off his shoulders, the handcuffs made it difficult to maneuverer and Will's frustration grew as he felt more trapped than ever. "Come on, this shouldn't be that difficult!" he whined, unable to remove the shirt with his hands cuffed. In annoyance, he slumped back in his seat, feeling defeated.

As the shirt slid down to his elbows, the driver's side door opened, as the ravenette stood with a bag, his eyes widened, "What- what are you doing?" Mike mumbled,

The small boy froze in panic, his bare chest out on display as he turned to face Mike; not even noticing when the tall boy had returned. The ravenette was taken aback by the sight, stunned by seeing the brunette shirtless. A mix of panic and something he couldn't exactly explain strung within him. Quickly, he reached over the seats, placing the bags down to cover Will; grabbing the corners of the shirt to cover his bare chest.

"You- You can't just take your shirt off like that!" Mike reprimanded.

The small boy blushed, feeling Mike's hand on his chest, "Well I- the shirt was just uncomfortable and so I just thought..."

The ravenette suddenly cut off, "I don't care! Just... button your shirt back up, okay?"

Will scrunched his face, noticing Mike's slightly flustered behaviour, but he didn't say anything; instead, the ravenette remained leaning over the brunette to cover him, a hand on the brunette's left pec, feeling his body and heartbeat through the shirt.

"C-can you let go?" Will muttered; the boy only a few inches away from his face; he was blushing as he had never had a man this close to him; well, never an attractive one. He hated to admit Mike was attractive but then again, any man could do this, and he would probably start blushing like crazy.

"Oh, umm sure." Mike nodded. There was an awkward tension between them as the ravenette let go, the fear and confusion of the sudden action; why did he care if Will was shirtless? He's seen tons of guys shirtless at the beach or in the gym, and this was no different... maybe it was just the way that they were in a random parking lot and some passersby may misunderstand; yeah, that was it!

Will saw as the tall boy appeared stunned and unsure, retreating to his own seat, seeming to be wrestling with his emotions, until he cleared his throat, "Oh umm... I got us some food, its McDonalds; I didn't know what you'd like but you act like a child, so I got you a happy meal." Mike added, placing the bag in Will's lap, trying to change the subject.

The brunette buttoned his shirt as per Mike's request but still hated its feeling, "Really? A kid's meal?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I figured you might enjoy it. Plus, it comes with a toy, and I thought you could have something to play with in your seat." The ravenette winked.

"Oh wow, a toy!" Will sarcastically threw a fake smile onto his face, "You know me so well, don't you?"

The tall boy grinned, proud of himself for teasing Will, "Of course I do, I should know everything about my victim."

The small boy rolled his eyes but couldn't help but notice the irony of the situation as Mike unwrapped his bag, also taking out a Happy Meal... with its own toy.

"You got yourself a Kids meal two? And you made fun of me?" Will blurted aloud.

"I'm allowed too" the ravenette smiled, opening his box and taking the toy out, surprisingly, it was a figurine of a criminal... how very ironic.

Will brought a fry to his lip "Oh, how cute!" He grinned, "It's you... does it come with its own pair of handcuffs as well?" he spat, still salty about being chained to the seat.

"Ha ha, very funny, and what toy do you have?" Mike asked, wanting to compare.

The brunette dug through his little box raising a small toy to the air; a figurine of a young boy; dressed in a costume with a little cape, "Ta-da!"

"Is that a superhero? It's cute." the ravenette smiled, "It kinda looks like you... it has your bowlcut," he mocked his hair.

"If you call the figurine cute..." Will paused for dramatic effect, "that means you are calling me cute!" the brunette scrunched his face, obviously knowing what Mike meant by that; he was just making a joke, but it would be fun to mess with the ravenette even if Will knew Mike would never call him 'cute' in any way.

"No... I mean it was just a cute figurine! Thats all!" The tall boy shook his head.

"Sure..." Will side-eyed, feeling the conversation lighten the mood; if it weren't for the scratchy clothing or the looming feeling of handcuffs, the tension in the car seemed to fade away. It was almost as though they were distant friends on a casual road trip as they dug into their food.

"So, what's your favourite movie?" Mike questioned, taking a bite of his burger.

Will scrunched his face, he didn't really want to answer Mike's questions, but the silence became deafening a few hours ago, "Oh that's a tough one!" The brunette took a sip of his drink, "I'd probably say like something fantasy... or horror; like 'Star Wars' or 'It'."

"You know people say I look like one of the boys from 'It'," the ravenette proudly proclaimed,

"You do actually... The clown!" The brunette smirked, but he knew exactly which character he was talking about; although, it was more fitting that Mike's brother coincidently also called Richie, looked like the character Richie Tozier; maybe it was the glasses?

"Whatever..." Mike huffed, "Do you wanna know my favourite?"

"Not really!" Will jokingly answered,

"Well I'm gonna tell you anyway, It's 'The Godfather'! Classic crime is definitely the way to go!" The ravenette responded.

"'The Godfather"? Really? Could you be any more on the nose?" The small boy crinkled his nose.

"I could be a secret mob boss right now, you know? You should watch your back... I might do something to you." The ravenette announced.

"You're eating a kid's Happy Meal and got excited when the toy was a criminal... I think I'm fine." Will rolled his eyes.

"I could so be a mob boss," Mike quietly pouted.

"Sure you can... sure you can." The small boy dismissively agreed, taking a bite of his burger.

Their conversation remained unexpected, constantly taking turns; it was... surprising to say the least; he never expected a criminal to have such a sense of humour and find everything hilarious; it was oddly off-putting. As they ate, Will couldn't help but notice as Mike's tough exterior would waver for a few moments before going back to normal.

A few minutes later, after their meal and conversation, Mike got out the car giving his toy to Will, "Take care of little me," he chuckled, before running off, throwing the trash in the trashcan. The brunette watched from the car from a distance, holding both toys in his hand.

Moments later, the ravenette returned, noticing Will observing him. The small boy hesitated for a moment upon being spotted, before looking straight ahead.

Mike didn't say anything, merely closing the door behind him, and turning the key in the ignition, hearing the engine roar to life, "Ready to go?" he announced as though this was a mutual decision.

"Do I really have a choice?" Will shrugged, throwing his hands in the air,

Mike chuckled, "Not really... but let's go!" he said, reversing from the gas station and onto the freeway again. 

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