YELLOW, mike wheeler. (DISCONTINUED)

six, the monster.

y/n and mike sat in his basement. dustin had went home earlier and lucas was long gone. eleven was no where to be found.

y/n had her head on mike's shoulder as he fidgeted with his rubix cube. the two didn't say anything but found comfort in each other's presence.

mike looked up at the fort he and y/n made for eleven. he stood up abruptly, y/n's eyes following his every move as he approached the fort. he throws a blanket off before kicking a chair, destroying the fort.

"mike," y/n croaked as he kept going on a rampage. "mike, stop."

mike kicked a blanket angrily as y/n stood up and walked to him. he finally stopped, looking at what he's done. y/n embraced him in a hug and he hugged her back.

-

mike sighs, "i just... i can't believe she didn't come back."

"she's gotta be close," dustin said.

"she said it wasn't safe," mike reminded. "she just messed up the compasses because she wanted to protect us. she didn't betray us."

"mike, calm down," y/n tried to stop his ranting.

"i shouldn't have yelled at her. i never should've done that," he continued.

"mike, this isn't your fault," y/n assured him.

"yeah, it's lucas'."

"it wasn't his fault, either," dustin added.

mike stopped pacing, looking at him in disbelief, "it wasn't his fault?"

"no."

"so you're saying he wasn't way out of line?"

"totally, but so were you!"

"what?"

"and so was eleven."

"oh, give me a break!" mike sneered.

"no, mike, you give us a break!" dustin retorted, referring to him and y/n. "all three of you were being a bunch of little assholes! y/n and i were the only reasonable ones. but the bottom line is... you pushed first. and you know the rule. you draw first blood..."

"no! no way!" mike cuts him off. "i'm not shaking his hand."

"you're shaking his hand!" he demanded.

"no, i'm not."

"this isn't a discussion. this is the rule of law," said dustin. "obey or be banished from the party. do you wanna be banished?"

"no."

"good," dustin grabs his jacket.

"where are we going?" mike asked.

"where do you think?" dustin puts his jacket on. "we're going to get lucas. and then we're gonna find eleven."

-

they rode their bikes to lucas' house and rang the doorbell. the door opens to an angry looking lucas, "what do you want?"

mike doesn't say anything and y/n nudges him. he sighs, "i drew first blood, so..." he lets his hand out for lucas to shake.

-

y/n, dustin and mike watched as lucas paced around his house.

"okay, i'll shake," he looked at them and mike extends his arm again. "on one condition. we forget the weirdo and go straight to the gate."

"then the deal's off," mike seethed.

"fine!"

"fine!"