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37. s5 Mike & s1 Mike (st)(angst)

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│ ✵ ˚ : · set in in 1987 when Vecna gets in his head again, and instead of Vecna (mostly) being there, it's Mike in 1983 before Will's disappearance.

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Mike Wheeler's POV:

Right now I'm being lectured about how bad of a boyfriend I am by El. I never know what to reply to her with, I can't predict what she's gonna say next and how she will react when I respond. So now I'm spacing out and questioning my life choices.

"Mike? Are you even listening right now?!" Eleven says offendedly, waving her hand in front of my face to get me to look at her. I see that she's crying and I start to think of what to say.

"I-I- Uh, yeah! I'm listening!"

"Then what did I just say?"

"..."

El looks disappointed and just leaves her room, leaving me alone with Hopper in the room beside me.

"Hey, what happened?" Hopper asks El in the living room. She doesn't respond and I can hear her stomp out the front door.

Ugh, what an idiot I am.

I start to think about what I had in my head while I was spacing out again. I was remembering my attitude, my relationship status with everyone, and my life choices. I wish life could be that simple now.

El's door slams open and I look up to see an angry Hopper.

"What did you do to El?" He asks in a threatening tone.

"I-I don't know!" I defend.

"You know what you did. So, why don't you tell me?"

"I really don't know!"

"Stay away from her. Now go home, Wheeler." Hopper points to the front door and I follow him to his car. He drives me home and we mostly don't talk the whole car ride. When we get to my house, I thank him for driving and I run to the front door so I can get away from Hopper. I open the front and and I'm greeted with Nancy asking me all these dumb questions like "Why are you home so early?", "Why did Hopper look angry when you got here?", "Where's El?", "Didn't you say you were gonna hang out with Will after El?". I don't respond to any of them and when I get to my room, my mom is in there collecting all my dirty clothes from off the floor and putting them into a basket.

"Oh, hi Mike! Why are you home so early?" Mom asks.

"Hopper had something important come up and he doesn't like leaving El alone." I lie.

"Oh. Well, I need you to clean your room, and open up some windows because it smells in here."

Mom leaves my room and I forget what I was doing up here. I walk down into my basement and I'm met with a little boy who looks exactly like my 11 year old self, sitting at the table we used to play D&D at. "Who are you?" I say confused.

"Who are you?!" he responds.

"I'm Mike..." I tell him.

"No way, I'm Mike! Wait, what are you doing in my house? Are you one of Nancy's new boyfriends?"

"What?! No, I'm Nancy's younger brother, and I live here. Why do you look like me?" I start to think of possible reasons he could be here. I could be dreaming, but this feels too real. Maybe it's Vecna's illusions?

"Psh! You don't look like me!"

"You're literally my 11 year old self."

"I'm still confused why you think I'm you. Isn't this weird, Will?" Little me says, looking over to the couch, where I see 11 year old Will. He looks at me amazed. I start to get real uncomfortable.

"Actually, you do look like the tall guy." Little Will says to little me.

"What?!"

"Yeah!"

The door bell rings and I take this opportunity to leave.

"That's Lucas and Dustin!" Little Will says.

I groan in annoyance and they follow me up stairs to the door. I open the door and it's Will. But he doesn't look at the little versions of us and just smiles to me.

"Hey who's this?" Little Will asks little me.

"He looks like you!"

"Hey." Will says to me. I notice he has another rolled up painting in his hand. I assume that he's gonna talk about us again. I try to think of an excuse to not talk so I don't have to discuss it again.

"Hi." I respond.

"Can I come in?"

"Uh, actually, I have homework that my, uh, history teacher gave us to do."

"But It's a weekend, and we have the same teacher?"

"Yeah, he just really hates 2nd period..."

"Oh, that's weird. Maybe when you're finished?"

"Y-yeah. When I'm finished."

"Cool. Call me." Will says, turning around and gets onto his bike looking disappointed.

"Bye, Will." I say. He doesn't respond and I close the door.

"I thought you didn't like doing homework." Little me says.

"I don't." I say, walking upstairs, trying to race them so I can lock them out. But when I close my door then turn around, they're jumping on my bed. I groan again, and sit at my desk. I look through all of Will's old drawings. Little me and Will walk to here, standing behind me and looking over my shoulder.

"Hey, I drew that one!" Little Will points out.

There is silence for about two minutes before Little me starts talking again. I turn around to look at him and little Will is gone.

"Why didn't you let Will hang out?"

"What?"

"Well, normally, wouldn't you avoid homework just to hang out with Will?"

"It's not like that anymore."

The room is silent again, and little me looks sad.

"Why?"

"Because people change."

"Change in what way?"

"Your little baby brain won't understand."

"Why are you so mean?!" He starts to get angry, which makes me angry.

"I'm not mean! Life's tough and there's nothing you can do about it!"

"Life isn't tough, you're just making it that way! You're pushing Will away and you're saying mean things to me!"

"You don't know the full story!"

"What if I did?! What's so wrong with liking boys anyway?! You don't want do die alone, don't you?!"

I'm in shock, I don't know what to say. Silence is brought once again.

"Will doesn't deserve you." He says, disappointed. I start crying and suddenly little me is gone. Tears fall onto Will's old paintings. I start to think about how mean I've been.

I think I should call Will.

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