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Assistant: Title: A Day Just For You (Sorry Mike)
        Author: t7mlinsn t7mlinsn 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: short fic: Boris steals Will for his birthday and Mike is angry :-) a little inspired by ilovemitskii’s work “When I'm Away From You, I'm Happier Than Ever,” with a little change! creds and kudos to them ⭐️💘💋. please read their fic too if u see this, it’s so good <333
        Contents: Chapter 1: Happy Birthday, William!
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  Will stirred in his sleep, the morning light filtering through the curtains of his room. A soft knock sounded on his door, followed by the creak of the hinges as it opened slightly. Jonathan stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, continuously knocking to wake the boy up. 
 
  Will groaned softly as the persistent knocking on his door finally roused him from sleep. He squinted at the blurry figure standing in the doorway, realizing it was Jonathan.
 
  "Happy birthday sleepyhead, the big 17,” Jonathan said with a grin.
 
  Will stretched and yawned, a smile breaking across his face. "Thanks, it doesn’t feel like it."
 
  Jonathan went up to him and ruffled his hair, “We’ve been waiting for you to get up. Mom made breakfast,” he notified before starting to walk away, only to stop as he remembered something, “Oh, by the way, Boris called earlier. He wanted to say happy birthday."
 
  Will's eyes lit up, instantly more awake. "Really? What time did he call?"
 
  "Around eight, or so,” Jonathan replied, trying his best to remember. 
 
  Will nodded eagerly, his excitement palpable. "Thanks for letting me know."
 
  "Anytime," Jonathan said with a smile, leaving Will to start his day.
  
  The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the Byers’ kitchen, a pleasant mix of scents that heralded a special morning. Joyce stood by the stove, flipping pancakes with a practiced hand, while Jonathan set the table with plates, silverware, and a small vase of wildflowers he’d picked earlier.
 
  Will walked into the kitchen, still in his pajamas, his hair tousled from sleep. He grinned as he took in the festive atmosphere. Balloons floated lazily in the air, their strings dangling down like streamers and confetti lay across the floor. 
 
  A handmade banner hung crookedly on the window, proclaiming "Happy Birthday Will!" in big, uneven letters. It was clear Jonathan and Joyce had tried their best, but the banner leaned awkwardly to one side.
 
  His face broke into a wide grin, his eyes sparkling with delight. "Wow, you guys," he said, turning to his mom and brother. "This is amazing, I love it!"
 
  Jonathan shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. "We tried."
 
  Joyce laughed, coming over to give Will a hug. "Happy birthday, sweetheart. Sorry about the banner."
 
  Will hugged her back tightly. "It's perfect. Thank you so much."
 
  “Oh, my boy is getting so big!” Joyce exclaimed, hugging him even tighter, not wanting to let go. 
 
  After a couple more seconds Will began to protest, trying to wriggle free with a shy laugh, “Okay, Mom. Mom! That’s enough,”
 
  Joyce finally let go, her hand resting on one of his shoulders as she looked at him warmly. “Alright, alright. I love you,” she whispered, softly caressing the back of his head with the other hand.
 
  Will smiled, his face still flushed. “I love you too, Mom.”
 
  After pulling away from the hug, she gave him a quick peck on his cheek and walked back over to the stove, finishing up the pancakes she was making. Jonathan quickly approached Will with a grin once she was done. “Happy birthday, buddy,” he said, pulling Will into a quick, loving hug.
 
  Will returned the hug, his face brightening. “Thanks, Jonathan.”
 
  After they pulled away, Jonathan nudged him playfully before he went to sit in his usal spot. “Any big plans for today?” He asked as he set a plate piled high with pancakes in front of Will and ruffled his hair.
 
  Will thought for a moment. “Not really. I was thinking of hanging out with Mike and the guys later.” 
 
  Jonathan nodded in acknowledgment. 
 
  Joyce joined them at the table, setting a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in the center. “That sounds nice. Just remember, we’re having cake and presents this evening.”
 
  “Yeah, of course!” 
 
  “So, Will, how does it feel to be a year older?” Jonathan probed, sticking a piece of bacon in his mouth. 
 
  Will shrugged, a shy smile on his face. “Pretty much the same, I guess, not much of a difference,” he replied. 
 
  Jonathan took another bite of bacon and shrugged. “Yeah, it might not feel different right away. But trust me, things change slowly over time. You’ll look back and see how much you’ve grown, even if it doesn’t seem like it now.”
 
  “I know,” Will agreed, nodding his head slightly. 
 
  As they dug into their breakfast, the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and the clinking of silverware. Jonathan told a funny story about Will when he was younger, making him blush in embarrassment and laugh at the same time. 
 
  It was when Will had gotten a lego figure stuck up his nose and Jonathan had tried everything in him to get it out. 
 
  “You did what?” Joyce exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth as she tried to stifle a laugh. “I had no idea! Jonathan, you never told me about this.”
 
  She turned back to Will, shaking her head with a smile. “Well, that must have been scary for the both of you. I’m glad you both survived it!” Her laughter was warm and affectionate, reflecting her amusement and relief at the harmless nature of the story. 
 
  The phone rang a few moments after, breaking the cozy atmosphere. “I’ll get it!” Jonathan said as he got up to answer it. A moment later, he looked back at Will with a smile. “It’s Boris. He wants to know if you’re up yet.”
 
  His face began to turn a shade of pink as he got up, walking over to where Jonathan stood, “Oh, I didn’t think he would call again,” Will smiled shyly. 
 
  The older boy gave him a knowing smile. “Yeah, he’s up. I’ll pass him to you.” he said into the receiver before passing it to Will.
 
  Jonathan went to sit back down and began chatting with Joyce as Will took the phone. 
 
  “Boris, hey! I’m up,” Will laughed nervously.
 
  “ ‘Morning William! Happy birthday to my favorite.. have you got any plans for today?” The familiar thick blend of accents into one appeared at the other end of the line. 
 
  “Thanks!” Will smiled widely, “I um, I actually don’t really… have anything planned. I was thinking of going to Mike’s or something later, what’s up?”
 
  “Perfect! I pick you up later, say around…” Boris paused to think, “around 5, sound good?”
 
  “Yeah, sure! What for though?”
 
  “Its surprise, ey? You will see. Call you later, sweet face! Happy birthday.” Boris giggled.
 
  Will’s voice hitched at the nick name. “Thanks Boris, I can’t wait. I’ll see you soon!” He replied, trying to sound casual. 
 
  He was a blushing mess, turning away from Joyce and Jonathan, hoping they wouldn’t see. 
 
  Jonathan, catching the end of the conversation, gave Will a thumbs-up with a smirk and went back to enjoying his breakfast with Joyce.
 
  “Later, William!” Boris said before hanging up the phone. Will held the receiver for a few moments, feeling a rush of excitement. He took a deep breath, then placed the phone back on the wall and returned to his breakfast.
 
  Joyce smiled at him, “Change of plans?”
 
  Will nodded, his eyes sparkling. “Yeah, Boris is picking me up later. He said it’s a surprise.”
 
  Jonathan chuckled, taking a sip of his juice. “Sounds like it’s going to be an interesting day.”
 
  “Well, make sure you have fun, sweetheart. It’s your special day.” Joyce took a sip of her coffee, giving him a warm look. 
 
  Will grinned, picking up his fork. “Thanks, Mom. I will.”
 
  Not even a second later, the phone rang again, breaking the comfortable silence. The three Byers exchanged puzzled looks. Who else could be calling?
 
  Will slowly rose from his chair. “I’ll get it. It’s probably Boris.”
 
  “Maybe he forgot to tell you something?” Jonathan suggested, stuffing his face with pancake. 
 
  Will picked up the phone, “Boris?” he asked into the receiver. 
 
  He expected to hear Boris’ voice again but was surprised by a different, familiar voice. Mike Wheeler. “Uh.. no. It’s, um, it’s Mike,” said Mike, sounding just as confused, annoyed even.
 
  “Sh@t, sorry. Hey, Mike!”
 
  “Hey! It’s fine,” Mike nervously chucked, “Um, happy birthday, by the way! Finally 17. Wow,” 
 
  “Thanks! And, yeah.. finally 17. Can’t believe it!”
 
  “Yeah.. time flies. But um, hey so- I was trying to call you a few minutes ago and it kept saying the line was busy. Which is fine- cause I’m calling you now, but I just wanted to.. mention.. that,” Mike said all in one breath, going on a rant. 
 
  “Oh, sorry, Mike. Boris had called and we were talking for a little bit.”
 “ Right. ” Mike replied sharply, “What did he... want?” 
  Will furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why he was asking, “Oh, uh, he just told me happy birthday and stuff, you know.”
 
  “Right.” Mike’s tone sharpened, his unknown jealousy seeping through. “Guess he beat me to it, huh? How nice of him. Anything else he say? Did he have some grand plans or something?”
 
  Will was taken aback by Mike’s pointed tone. “Uh, no, he just said happy birthday and that sort of thing. Nothing special.”
 
  Boris’ surprise for later had completely slipped his mind. Well, it didn’t really. He just didn’t want to tell Mike, and he didn’t know why. 
 
  “Cool, I guess.” he shrugged. “So uh, I um, was calling to say happy birthday of course, but also wanted to ask if you’d be home later?”
 
  “I should be yeah,”
 
  “Cool! So, I was thinking I could come over and we can have a sleepover or something. Like, before? We could like, watch a movie or hit the arcade and get something to eat on the way back? Whatever you decide. On me.”
 
  “Um, yeah, sure! What time?”
 
  “Uh, how about 7 or 8? I don’t want you to be out too late, I know how your mom worries still,”'
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