Crazy Together

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AN : Sooo.. I don't know how many chapters this will be but (: Heh.. depending on the kudos and comments i'll decide whether or not to continue it. Raahhh.. I have work in the morning but these have all pretty much already all been written out over the past few days and i'll keep updating when i run out of pre-written chapters. Auhhh!! Hope you enjoy ((: please don't be afraid to comment. My first stranger things fic even though i've watched since it came out.

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              "Do you mind if I come over after - school ?" Mike says cautiously, noticing Will had been on edge almost all day now.

He knew Will could get worked up about the past sometimes, and he was hoping to be able to comfort him a bit with at least his presence.

Will grins widely, as this is exactly what he was wishing for. He really needed a break from his own thoughts for now, and Mike was the best break he could have.

He didn't want to go in to too much detail, as even he knew the cliché of liking your best friend was over - used but.. that's exactly what was going on here. His mood was immediately lifted by Mike's request, and he nodded excitedly.

"Is that even a question ? Of course ! I'll be waiting at the door for you after school like always."

Except, he wasn't.

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             Will waved off to Dustin, who was his final friend left during the path on his trip back to his home.

He was now alone, when all of a sudden headlights flashed in his direction and he swerved off the road in a panic and landed in a ditch.

"Out of the way, fag!" He heard before there was familiar laughing coming from the vehicle. Troy.. yeah.. awesome.

He took a deep breath as he groaned from the pain of the fall.

He re-oriented after a few seconds and scrambled to his feet, wincing at the scrapes and asphalt along his knees and hands.

What a wonderful day to be wearing shorts.

The blood beaded up quickly and he sighed, wiping the dirt from his face and  shorts as best he could before getting back on his bike.

He turned into his driveway after a few minutes and dropped his bike in the yard as he felt sprinkles of rain.

Huh.. Mom didn't tell me it was supposed to rain today. I would have just asked Jonathan to give me a ride -

He thought to himself, before turning around and gasping at the sudden change in scenery.

It was dark, cold.. slimy.. holy shit.

Will's breathing intensifies as he looks up at the sky which was now flickering fucsia and what Will could only describe as blue acid. There was electricity crackling through the frosty air, causing his hair to stick up as though he'd just rubbed a balloon over it.

He swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut and screaming for Mike as he tried to remember the one time that Mike rubbed a balloon over his head playfully.

"What are you doing?" Will shrieks, giggling a bit as Mike quickly ruffles his hair up with the rubber knotted globe of color in his hand.

Mike laughs and sticks it to the wall. Will's mouth opens in an 'O' shape in amazement.

To nerdy tiny 12 year old Will, this was an amazing feat.

To even - nerdier 15 year old Will who'd been abducted multiple times by a flesh eating demon from wherever land.. it was just a distraction in his mind.