Day Of The Dead was playing in theatres, and somehow—miraculously—Steve Harrington had managed to score them all free tickets. And luckily for Max, Lucas, Mike and Will, they happened to be front row seats.

Unfortunately, everyone else sitting within their vicinity had to deal with popcorn flinging around like bullets, and Max loudly berating Lucas for who knows what.

Mike, on the other hand, had bigger priorities. Every few seconds his eyes flicked over to Will to make sure he was okay, like he'd disappear into thin air again if Mike didn't pay attention to him.

Slowly but surely Mike leaned in closer to Will to grab a handful of popcorn that sat between them, and It wasn’t the kind of lean you could pretend was nothing. His shoulder brushed Will’s more than once—light, casual, maybe even unintentional, but it was there.

Turning to Will again, Mike leaned in dangerously close to Will's ear, "Hey, this is kind of like a double date, don'tcha think?" His breath was barely audible over the soundtrack of the film.

The corner of his mouth twitched up into a smirk, he liked that thought. Even if he was opposed to going on dates, he didn't mind when it was with Will, his best friend.