please understand me

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Seriosly? Just friends?! After what we've been through..? — But if he has got a girlfriend he mustn't forget his best friend.. — Will muttered under his breath. — Uh.. But why he was ignoring me.?       Will was sitting on the his bed covering his face with your palms. A tear rolled down his prisoner's face, then another, and another.       Will was very irritated to Mike. He behaved simply disgusting.. But for some reason Will was still worried about him. He wonder why.. Suddenly Will abruptly stood up from the bed and began throwing it on the floor clay pots with flowers, books and other fragile utensils with unusual fury for him. — I hate you! Stupid, stupid Wheeler!!. — Byers almost growled. He took his recently completed paintings and began to tear them to smithereens. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Will froze with scraps of his own paintings in his hands. — Will? Um.. May I come in? — Mike's concerned voice came from behind that door. — Yes.. you can come in.. — Will exhaled heavily. He carelessly threw the pieces of paintings onto the floor and sat down on the bed again. Tears continued to flow down my cheeks. — You may.. — he repeated much more quietly. Mike entered the room. He opened his eyes in surprise to see such a mess in the room. — What happening, Will?. Are you okay?.. Will looked up at the stunned Wheeler. — No!! Nothing is okay!! — convulsively, he almost shouted. Treacherous tears, as if by no means.. — Nothing at all!! You don't pay attention to me at all, ignoring me! Now you spend more time with El, right?! But I see that you don’t like her! Why are you like this?!. — Will was already sobbing like crazy. Mike stood in the doorway, trying to digest this situation. He looked down. — Well, what are you?! — Byers soared again. — Look at me! Look at yourself! You have become completely different!! — Will covered his face with his hands again. — And like a fool, I follow you, trying to start a conversation, but you just push me away.. Mike thought. Is he really that dear to him? So why.? — You was my best friend, Mike, — as if reading his thoughts, Will almost whispered. — But apparently I'm nothing for you. Mike quietly walked up to him and sat down on the bed very close to him. — I didn't even think that I meant so much to you. — he began after a few seconds. — I didn’t even think about how you felt.. I shouldn’t have forgotten about you... — Mike closed his eyes tiredly. — Forgive me, please..       Will turned to face Mike. There was sincere love in his eyes. He wiped the salty streaks on his cheeks with the sleeve of his jacket. — I.. Forgive you, Mike.. — he squeezed out. Will bit his lip. — You will always be my best friend. Mike looked into Will's eyes and smiled shyly. — Friends? — he extended his hand to shake.       But Will said nothing. He only blushed slightly and looked away. Mike removed his hand, and instead of walking away, as Will thought, he hugged him and pressed his face to him. Will was completely embarrassed. He turned to Wheeler and gently hugged him back. — Friends..