Dustin could do nothing but sob as he rode somewhere, anywhere away from Will. He knew that he shouldn't feel this way, as both Mike and Will were his friends.

'I don't like Will, I don't like Will,' he mentally chorused, as the tears kept falling. God, what was wrong with him? He was certain he had never felt this way about anyone before...

After about ten minutes of endless pedaling and sobbing, a loud BANG sounded. Dustin had enough time to think, 'The back tire,' before the bike lost balance and he toppled over.

Rolling down a hill, he found himself in a secluded area of the woods, infested with mosquitoes. "Crap... Jesus..." His knee was skinned, and his hands were bruised. Everything hurt, and he couldn't really do anything about it.

Shakily, he picked up his bike by the handlebars and began to roll it up the hill. Sadly, this effort was for nothing, due to the fact that he couldn't without sobbing from the pain. His left arm had gone stiff, and it ached.

"Crap..." With no other options, Dustin began to roll the bike away from the hill, further into the woods.

He couldn't help but feel chills running up his spine despite the heat. This place was freaky with a capital 'freak'.

Eventually, he stumbled upon a tent, it looked like. Dustin knew what it was, though: Castle Byers, Will's own little fort. He had been here a few times, and he knew that it was in the woods behind the Byers house. Meaning...

After about two minutes, he saw the run-down household belonging to Joyce Byers. Slowly, Dustin approached the house, preparing to knock on the door. Hesitating, he tapped on the door. Expecting Mrs. Byers, or at least Jonathan, the last person he wanted to see answered.

Will stared at Dustin, taking in the gashed knee, the still arm and the bruised hands. Slowly, his mouth opened, and his eyes widened.

"Holy... Dustin, what happened?"

"I...uh... fell off of my bike," Dustin muttered, his face reddening.

"Oh. Well, come on in. I'll help you, ah, get cleaned up."

The curly-haired boy followed his friend into the house, as Will lead him into the bathroom. Dustin sat down on the closed toilet as Will searched for the first aid kit. As he walked over to help him look, Dustin couldn't help but notice a brownish trail in the sink. Weird...

"Found it!" Will cried, pulling out a box  with a red cross painted on it. He carefully extracted some bandages, some rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. Slowly, he tipped the alcohol onto a cotton ball, and began to lightly dab at the wound on Dustin's knee.

Dustin inhaled sharply, wincing from the pain. Will looked up at him, sympathetic. "It'll sting, but only for a bit."

"Son of a b****!" He exclaimed, his eyes filling with tears.

Cleaning his knee took Will about seven minutes, and then he noticed how straight Dustin held his arm. Slowly, he made a makeshift sling and placed Dustin's arm carefully inside. As he did this, Will's face came dangerously close to Dustin. Will's brown eyes met Dustin's blue ones, and they held each other's gaze.

Dustin's face came closer to his friend's, tentatively. Then, something unexpected happened.

Will's lips collided with his, their lips beginning to move in sync.

Pulling away, Dustin flashed a toothful smile at Will.

"What the--" was all they heard as they turned to the doorway, Joyce standing frozen in shock.

Both flashing sheepish grins, Dustin said, "Hey, Mrs. Byers. Uh, could you give me a ride home?"

A/N:

Holy crap! This was a long one! Sorry for the wait, and maybe this bizarre Dustin X Will saga shall continue.

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM DUSTIN HENDERSON!

Love,

RunawaySpider