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29. byler (angst)

│││ now playing: Not Allowed

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│ ✶ : · • sorry im posting so much byler it just brings me so much happiness but i also rlly like writing and reading angst for some reason so here is a break from fluff, i present to you, some angst

│ .· * ib: ?? pls tell me the artist of the art at top of page, it was reuploaded without credit on pinterest

│ ✵ ˚ : · another byler fight (1986 but in between st4 and st5)

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Will Byers's POV:

The group was finally back together. All in one place. Just me, Mike, Lucas, and Dustin, sitting in Mike's basement. The same place we used to play D&D. Like always, I sat next to Mike. I don't know why I always sat next to Mike. I mean it could be because I like him, but even before I knew, it just came natural to me. I guess because he was so nice to me, I felt my best and most comfortable with him.

Not anymore. He makes me want to cry my eyes out. Even though I'm next to him, I'm not near him. Ever since his confession to El, I've been so jealous and just upset around Mike. 

"You guys want to play a game of D&D?" I suggest, to the silent room of boys who are bored out of their mind.

"Oh, yeah... we kind of forgot to tell you. We started a new party and you're not in it." Dustin said, very casually. Almost too casual.

Mike looked over to Dustin, like that was some super big secret that he exposed to the whole world.

"What? He had to know eventually!"

Honestly, what did I expect? I bet Mike even threw away all of our D&D things. I'm hurt. I sound a little dramatic, I know, if I'm across the county, this is what happens. But it's the thought that when we were kids, this was the thing that made me most happy. It was something we can bond over, and now he's moved on to a new party.

"Oh." I said in response.

"But it's ok! You can join our party if you want!" Lucas said, trying to cheer me up.

"Thanks, Lucas..."

I stood up and walked up the stairs to leave, frustrated and hurt. This isn't just about D&D. It way more. I'm starting to suspect that Mike doesn't care about me at all.

"Where are you going? We haven't even done anything yet." Mike says, his head following my direction.

"Home." I respond firmly.

"Wait a minute!" Mike follows after me, which only makes me walk faster to get out the house.

I hate this house, I hate D&D, I hate Mike, I hate myself.

We get to the same spot we fought in back 2 years ago. Now that I think about it, It's almost the same day as that fight.

"Why do you hate me so much?!" Mike says, grabbing my shoulder, stopping me and I turn to face him in response.

"You wanna know why I 'hate' you? you want to know why I hate you to much?" I say in disbelief. Well, actually, I can believe it a lot. He's so oblivious to everything. I show him signs of mental struggle and he doesn't get it, I show him signs that I love him and she doesn't get it, I show him signs that El wasn't doing well in her social status when we were in California and he didn't get it.