years later, in high school
hawkins high|| 6:27
will byers
it was my first day of high school. i'm hoping this
year can be more normal. probably not because of how many bullies there are, and i was always called a fag and queer past school years so, probably won't be any better. i'll still have dustin, lucas, el, max and mike by my side. i've liked mike for awhile actually, not like he would like me back. but he's been so caught up with eleven hopper recently, it's like we aren't friends anymore. but also, it seems like he doesn't like her anymore. and she doesn't like him. they've been arguing more and el is constantly upset at him for not saying "i love you" but whatever. while i was lost in my stupid thoughts mike was in front of me worrying. "will?! are you okay?" i ignored him and also realized he's been distant from everyone.. even el. which is- "WILL! HEY!" his hands were on my shoulders now. "i'm sorry mike, i'm okay." mike sighed "hey can we hang out sometime?" his face lightened, did he actually want to hang out with me? "yeah sure! your place? or we can go somewhere-"
"i was actually thinking at your house..?"
mike seemed scared by the suggestion "y-yeah sure. i'm down. that's fine, yep fine." he seemed panicked
"okay when?" i slightly touched his hand and he didn't pull away, what the fuck was i doing. he held my hand, but barely.
"after school tomorrow? or i mean this weekend if you can't-" i nodded and smiled. and the bell rung.
"see you later mike!" he let go of my hand and i headed to my next class. once i got to my class i realized what the hell just happened. OH MY GOD I HELD HANDS WITH MIKE WHEELER. kind of? whatever. i laid my head down on my desk and started blushing like an idiot. after class was lunch. i sat at a table by myself when some people came over and started laughing at me and calling me queer, and a fag as usual. then dustin, lucas, and mike walked over. mike shoved them,
"move out of the way. if you have such a problem with us don't talk to us, idiots. nobody wants to deal with your whining. leave will the fuck alone."
"mike wheeler standing up for his little boyfriend? he's a fag just like him! you both should go kill yourself. especially you byers, nobody will miss you."
i looked down at the table knowing he was right, but mike wasn't letting that slide. he punched the boy who was picking on me, and kept throwing punches until he had a bloody nose.
"fucking talk to him like that again and next time you'll end up in the hospital." but the bully was done. he punched the fuck out of mike and shoved him onto the table and started beating the fuck out of him. dustin and lucas tried to pull him off, but he was too strong. finally, lucas punched him in the face which pissed the bully off more, but he just left. as mike collapsed onto the floor with a bruised and bloody face. we all ran to him. "mike are you okay?" dustin asked mike. mike looked at him angrily and stood up shakily, i ran over to help him and he just let me. we walked into the bathroom. god i feel so bad for not doing anything. i'm such an idiot. i wish i stepped in to help.
