Crazy Together

5

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Will sits alone in his bedroom somberly, his legs swinging softly over the edge of the bed as he tries to cheer himself up and distract himself from the rain - drops tapping against the glass of his windows but all he can think about is Mike.

He wants Mike so bad right now. He wants to hug him in his arms, tell him his dumb jokes, listen to music with him, but all he can do is wait for Mike to get done doing his chores so they can at least talk on the walkie talkie.

He doesn't mean to sound desperate, but as two hours of being home alone during a thunder - storm in the very same house he was stolen away by the demogorgan in came and went, he started to feel a little frightened.

It was coming up on 6 p.m, and he was starting to think Mike would never actually call him over the walkie talkie.

He started to feel tears prickling at his eyes as he realised no one actually wanted to come over and that they were lying when they said they were busy. He shoves the antenna of the walkie - talkie in and harshly tosses it away from him.

He punches his pillow and flinches as he hears a bolt of lightning strike something that sounds like a tree and probably is as it crackles like one. "Stupid," He grumbles, punching it again as a way of diverting the attention off of feeling terrible for a few seconds.

Will pauses all movement when the phone rings from the kitchen.

He gets up off his bed and quickly rushes to it, trying to sound cheerful. "Hello?"

"Hey." Mike says softly into the phone.

He smiles widely at the sound. "Mike! I never thought you'd actually wanna talk to me." He laughs a bit, though he's actually sadder than he is amused.

"What? Of course. I tried the walkie - talkie but I figured maybe the storm was interfering. Hey, I can't come over 'cause it's raining but my mom said you can come over if you want."

"Oh. Yeah, sure. Just give me a few."

"Okay. Hey, wait, you're not gonna bike are you-?" He starts to ask, but Will has already hung up the phone in excitement.

He doesn't care if he gets wet. He just needs to see Mike.

He pulls a jacket on and his shoes and practically runs out the door, locking it as fast as he possibly can behind himself before getting on his bike with a 'click' as he forces the kick - stand to go up with the tip of his foot.

He ignores the pouring rain over him and quickly rides to Mike's house, almost getting stuck a few times in the mud.

He is almost there when all of a sudden a flash of light and the sound of crackling scares him and the bike tips over in the midst of a mud puddle.

He groans as he falls into it, the stickiness oozing around him as he starts grumbling at his clumsiness and he tries to get up, now all dirty from mud and rain pour over him. Great.

He contemplates getting back on the bike, but just walks the rest of the way with it in his hands. He's fallen off it enough this week.

He knocks on the front door, Karen Wheeler greeting him with a smile. "Ohh.. Will honey, you're soaking wet and all dirty! Come in. I'll get you a towel!"

Will nods anxiously and steps in, a bit embarrassed that she's doing something for him but he politely agrees. "Isn't it going to get muddy?"

He thinks she's going to hand the towel straight to him, but instead she ruffles his hair with it and pats him dry herself as if he was a kid again.